Chapter 340: Chapter 256: The Buddha’s Son Killed Him, What’s That Got to Do With Yang An?

A tribulation! This is a tribulation!

A tribulation from his Cultivation Technique has appeared as His Highness the Buddha Prince advances from the Yuansi to the Visceral Stone realm!

An uproar immediately broke out.

This meant that the Buddha’s Son had now entered the most critical moment.

If the Buddha’s Son failed to overcome this tribulation, in the best-case scenario, his Cultivation Level would regress and his breakthrough would fail. In the worst-case scenario, he would perish in body and soul, his life extinguished.

In an instant, the people sitting cross-legged around Yang An all got up, wanting to move further away.

If something went wrong during the Buddha’s Son’s breakthrough, whoever was nearest would be in for it. When the temple’s upper echelons came to assign blame, no one would be able to escape.

The Zen Masters seated at the very front, preaching the sutras, did not make any move and continued with the dharma assembly.

They couldn’t make any move, either. If they were to stop now, the Heaven and Earth Mana gathered here would dissipate, which could also affect the Buddha’s Son’s Tribulation Crossing.

Everyone present watched with grave anticipation.

But soon, some people noticed something was wrong.

Under the glow of the dark red firelight, the emotions and desires in everyone’s hearts began to surge erratically.

"Fall back! His Highness the Buddha Prince’s tribulation will affect us too! Retreat, quickly!" someone who noticed the abnormality immediately shouted.

The crowd, which had already moved a little away from Yang An, retreated even further.

"Junior Brother, we should fall back too," De Ben immediately said to Guang Hui upon seeing the situation.

This tribulation was no joke.

Although it was just a tribulation for advancing from Yuansi to Visceral Stone, if anyone was affected and hindered the Buddha’s Son’s breakthrough, they would be in for a disaster.

But while De Ben got up from the ground, Guang Hui remained seated cross-legged, glaring resentfully at Yang An, not taking De Ben’s words to heart at all.

De Ben hurriedly called out to Guang Hui a couple more times, but Guang Hui still paid him no mind. Instead, he simply closed his eyes and immersed himself in a state of cultivation.

Seeing this, De Ben could only ignore him and retreated to the edge of the inner area.

At this moment, the inner area of the Golden Lotus Platform was centered on Yang An. Twenty feet in front of him, several Zen Masters were preaching. Behind him, only one person remained, using the opportunity to cultivate.

Everyone else had run to the edge of the inner area, staying far away from Yang An, their gazes fixed on both him and Guang Hui.

’The Buddha’s Son is breaking through, but what is Guang Hui doing? Does he want to break through too?’

’A dual breakthrough? Two Visceral Stones?’

Yang An perceived all of this and couldn’t help but find it amusing.

’Is this a tribulation? Of course not.’

He was just putting on an act.

’Since it was an act, I had to commit to the part and make it convincing.’

Whenever anyone broke through to a new Great Realm, the price of their Cultivation Technique would erupt, becoming a tribulation for the breakthrough.

Although Yang An had never experienced a tribulation, with his array of abilities, any one of them could be passed off as one.

His other Light Magic was simply too powerful, but the Lighting Technique was a perfect fit.

’Use the flames of the Lighting Technique as the core of the tribulation, add some Golden Dust as an embellishment, and voilà, you have a tribulation, right?’

He chose the Lighting Technique specifically so its fiery glow would affect the others, thus ensuring those guys would be thoroughly convinced.

An involuntary groan escaped his lips. His whole body trembled uncontrollably, shaking like a sieve, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, only to evaporate in the flames an instant later.

Golden Dust rose and fell on the surface of his body, drilling in and out of every pore.

Yang An looked as if he was enduring immense pain, but in reality, there was absolutely nothing wrong with him.

There was just one thing he didn’t understand: the guy still sitting behind him who hadn’t moved away—the Holy Child, Guang Hui.

He couldn’t figure out what this guy was trying to do.

’Everyone else ran off, but you’re still here trying to act cool, huh?’

’Show off all you want, it won’t affect me anyway.’ Yang An decided he couldn’t be bothered to care. He just had to get through this act and then continue to raise his Cultivation Level.

Judging from the reactions of everyone present, it seemed that even consecutive breakthroughs wouldn’t be seen as that outrageous.

’In that case, I might as well get it all done in one go.’

The dharma assembly continued, but the inner area was now very empty. Everyone had run to the edge to sit down, successfully merging with the people who had been outside the area to begin with.

"Break through! Break through! I must break through! I’m not worse than anyone!"

Guang Hui was completely immersed in his cultivation, absorbing the Heaven and Earth Mana with all his might, but he was gritting his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

He didn’t understand. Could the blessed fortune from a past life really be inherited in the present one?

Why could the Buddha’s Son break through consecutively, reaching the Visceral Stone realm a step ahead of him?

’If you can do it, why can’t I?’

The more he wanted to break through as quickly as possible, the more chaotic Guang Hui’s mind became.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. His jealousy grew stronger and stronger, even transforming into hatred.

But he paid no attention to his own psychological changes, wanting only to focus his mind, raise his Cultivation Level as quickly as possible, and prove himself.

But the more he tried, the more he found he couldn’t calm his mind.

Guang Hui slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed intently on Yang An in front of him.

The dark red firelight reflected on his body, and everything he saw seemed to become somewhat illusory and ethereal.

The man shrouded in flames and Dust was like a great chasm lying between him and the many Zen Masters.

For some unknown reason, a trace of killing intent suddenly arose in Guang Hui’s heart.