Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8549 8549: Level up _1

"Roar!" "Roar!" Two thunderous tiger roars erupted from the rulers. Instead of feeling distressed, Cheng Wanchun felt a tingling, numb sensation coursing through his limbs. It was an indescribably pleasant feeling. Before his eyes, the two rulers morphed, twisting into a pair of small tigers.

In that instant, Cheng Wanchun perceived every restriction and array embedded within the tigers. They seemed to possess a life of their own. Energy threads pulsed between the formations, linking them together and bolstering the tigers' power significantly.

While Cheng Wanchun was still reeling from this transformation, a massive surge of power flooded from the rulers into his own body, merging seamlessly with his Dharma power. His internal energy began to churn wildly, as if boiling under intense flame. He fought to maintain control, and after a grueling struggle, he finally steadied himself. Yet, a strange intuition gripped his heart: he was on the precipice of a breakthrough, ready to ascend into an Island Lord level expert.

Amidst this, Zhao Hai’s deep voice echoed in his mind. "Calm your heart. Utilize your Dharma power and your magical weapon to withstand the thirty-nine minor Heavenly Tribulations. Triumph over this, and the rank of Island Lord shall be yours. Maintain faith in yourself and your artifact. You will surely succeed." With that final encouragement, Zhao Hai’s presence faded.

Cheng Wanchun forced himself to stay calm, circulating his Dharma power while readying his artifact for the impending trial. Suddenly, a violent bolt of lightning descended from the heavens. He channeled his energy to parry it, but the strike was overwhelming. With a booming crash, his internal defenses shattered, and his Dharma power collapsed into chaos under the onslaught of the tribulation lightning.

Panic flared within him. Though he had never witnessed an Island Lord breakthrough, he knew the nature of the thirty-nine minor heavenly tribulations. This was merely the first strike; a second was imminent. With his energy scattered, he could not recover in time to defend himself. Was he destined to perish here?

"No, I cannot die here! Master said that if I trust in myself and my tool, I shall prevail!" Gritting his teeth, Cheng Wanchun desperately called out to the two fledgling tigers just as the second bolt slammed down from above.

Sensing the looming peril, the two tigers let out a fierce roar and sprang from Cheng Wanchun’s body to confront the heavens. Another loud boom echoed as they collided with the lightning. Though their forms were battered and deformed by the force, they successfully deflected the blow, appearing only somewhat drained.

Cheng Wanchun realized the situation and immediately engaged his transcendence energy, feeding it into the two tigers. Revitalized by the infusion, the tigers grew fierce once more. They stared down at the sky and roared, ready to face the third strike. They intercepted it squarely, and this time, there was no sign of weakness; they remained brimming with energy, fueled by the relentless flow of Dharma power from Cheng Wanchun.

The fourth, fifth, sixth, and ninth bolts were all neutralized by the tigers in similar fashion. However, a searing ball of fire suddenly materialized, scorching Cheng Wanchun. The tigers rushed to his side, acting as a shield against the inferno.

The tribulation flames were clearly more taxing for the tigers. As they weakened under the heat, Cheng Wanchun was forced to expend even more Dharma power to sustain them. Once the fire dissipated, a biting cold wind swept in. This time, the tigers showed no fear; they huddled around Cheng Wanchun, surrounded by a swirling array of runes that rendered them impervious to the freezing gusts. When the gales finally ceased, the tigers roared triumphantly before diving back into Cheng Wanchun’s body, retreating to his primordial spirit to rest as if they had fallen into a deep slumber.

At that moment, Cheng Wanchun felt his Dharma power rush into his niwan acupoint. The energy coalesced into a dense orb. He felt the local spiritual Qi flooding into him, both his body and this new sphere hungrily devouring the energy. Simultaneously, his internal Dharma power began to swell steadily.

The energy surged into the two tigers, which acted like twin black holes, greedily draining his reserves. After some time, their consumption ceased. His body was now brimming with refined power. A flash of consciousness emanated from the orb, granting him the realization that he was now capable of establishing his own Island.

Zhao Hai’s voice interrupted his thoughts. "Refrain from building your own Island. It is too early for that!" Cheng Wanchun acknowledged the command, slowly opening his eyes and releasing a long, relieved breath. A new sensation washed over him; he had finally reached the level of an Island Lord.

He looked around to find he was still in the cave. Zhu Yong had also finished his meditation. With Zhao Hai present, the two of them hurried to their feet and bowed deeply. Zhao Hai waved them off. "Do not fuss. You both achieved breakthroughs, which surpassed my expectations—especially you, Wan Chun. Your talent is remarkable. To advance so quickly makes you a true genius."

Only half a year prior, Cheng Wanchun had been a mere practitioner in the profound Dharma realm. Now, he stood as an Island Lord, a transformation that would leave the cultivation world in utter shock if it were known.

This success had deep roots. Cheng Wanchun’s initial foundation was robust, even if his old techniques were suboptimal. He had practiced with unwavering discipline for years. He lacked only the spark, and the righteousness song had ignited his potential. Refined through Zhao Hai’s unique cultivation methods, pills, and the potent blood mist, his progress had accelerated dramatically. The lecture had triggered the final transformation of his ruler, purging his accumulated energy and propelling him to the threshold of the heavenly tribulation.

By overcoming the trial with the aid of the ruler, he had solidified his new status. His decades of steady, rigorous practice—which had secretly tempered his physical form for years—finally bore fruit. The massive reserves of unrefined power allowed him to surge forward, making his transcendence to the Island Lord level possible in one monumental leap.

In response to the praise, Cheng Wanchun humbly tried to insist he was undeserving. Zhao Hai smiled and remarked, "Do not be modest. You becoming an Island Lord proves that this method of weapon cultivation is a success. We shall promote this widely throughout the Sect regarding our future training. Go now, rest, and stabilize your foundation. Zhu Yong, show him to his quarters. You two, go and steady your realms."

Zhu Yong nodded and guided Cheng Wanchun to the Bagua Manor—the first structure Zhao Hai had established, now serving as the main hall for the group. As a direct disciple of Zhao Hai, Cheng Wanchun would reside at Bagua heights. His junior brothers, while having improved, had not reached the Island Lord level; they returned to their respective caves to continue training. They looked upon Cheng Wanchun with envy, yet it served as a powerful motivator. Having witnessed his growth firsthand, they felt newfound hope. Seeing a peer surpass this bottleneck filled them with certainty that they, too, could reach the peak if they persisted. Their path was clear, and they required no further urging to strive for their own success.