Du Yu's mind felt numb at this moment, and he forcefully mustered his final sliver of courage. However, doing so was like a mortal human climbing a mountain, with things becoming increasingly difficult near the end. "Senior, this side of you makes me a little... scared," he said in a timid voice.0

Holding the jade bamboo folding fan that Cui Dongshan had gifted him, Chen Ping'an moved two fingers slightly and caused the fan to snap open a small amount and then snap closed again. Doing this again and again, there was a crisp cracking sound as he smiled and replied, "You saved my life recently, so what is there for you to be afraid of? Shouldn't you be thinking about how you're going to be rewarded? Why are you worried about me punishing you instead? I already decided not to punish you for your crappy deeds in the cultivation world while we were still at the water immortal shrine of Peony Stream."0

Chen Ping'an was wearing the Golden Sweet Wine Dao robe that he already hadn't worn for many years, and this was because the Spring Grass Dao Robe had been completely destroyed by the heavenly tribulation just then. To put it simply, Chen Ping'an wouldn't be able to fully repair the Spring Grass Dao Robe no matter how many immortal coins he poured into it. As such, he placed it inside his minimization treasure alongside his broken straw sandals and his empty wine pots.3

Just how intense and dangerous had the battle against the heavenly tribulation been? The answer to this was very simple. Chen Ping'an hadn't even had the time to put on his Golden Sweet Wine Dao robe, even though this was something that could have been achieved in an instant with a single thought. Because of this, he could only rely on his physical body to forcefully withstand the punishment from the heavenly tribulation. Doing so was perhaps equivalent to bathing in the small thunder pool in Accumulating Cloud Mountain for several days and several...0