The Wheel-Turning Master.

Chapter 244 Black Hair
The blue-white clouds grew thicker and thicker, slowly sinking as if they were going to crush the mountains into pieces.

The greater the pressure, the more people feel like they are crawling on the ground, trembling and prostrating themselves.

Lin Bai and Pei Ning sat down cross-legged, while He Wenyao knelt on the ground, looking up into the distance with a blank look.

Lu Qingyin looked even smaller, her white clothes and white hair like a light feather between heaven and earth.

It seemed that something extremely terrifying was brewing in the blue and white calamity clouds, as if it could destroy the heaven and earth, and recreate the mountains and rivers.

"Everything that happened in the past is like yesterday's death. Everything that will happen in the future is like today's birth."

Lu Qingyin opened her mouth slowly. The strong wind on the top of the mountain blew her white hair, but could not lift up a single black hair.

As the words fell, the clouds seemed to burst like a raging river, and a beam of white light poured down.

What followed was an extremely terrifying pressure. Lin Bai and the other two, who were far away, also felt trembling.

Dust from trees and rocks rose up from the top of the mountain. A strong wind blew past, and Lu Qingyin was seen supporting herself on the ground with one hand, her face extremely pale.

Nine is the extreme number. There are nine levels of cultivation and nine levels of thunder tribulation.

It's only the first thunder tribulation, and he's already showing signs of exhaustion. What's next? Lin Bai looked at He Wenyao and saw him trembling.

Soon, the calamity clouds gathered momentum again, and the second calamity thunder fell.

Faintly, the thunder seemed to have the power to destroy the world. Rumbling, it seemed to flatten the mountaintops and cleanse all sins.

There was blood at the corner of Lu Qingyin's mouth. She supported herself on the ground with one hand and swallowed the pill with the other.

"This..." He Wenyao was stunned. He didn't dare to step forward, let alone ask. He just held Lin Bai and said while looking at Lu Qingyin in the distance: "Lin Zhuanlun, is the thunder tribulation much stronger this time?"

He was a descendant of a noble family, so he was naturally knowledgeable. Although he had made up his mind, he still wanted Lin Bai's answer.

Seeing that he didn't call him "Brother Zhuanlun", Lin Bai ignored him.

Looking at Lu Qingyin from afar, Lin Bai had the urge to compare her with her.

When Sister Zhen was forming the elixir, the thunder tribulation was also extremely fierce. Lin Bai did not see the whole scene at that time, but he asked Pei Ning about it and also heard Sister Zhen talk about it. The former naturally said it was an extremely majestic scene, while the latter said it was understated and not worth mentioning.

At that time, Lin and Pei had little experience, so naturally they could not see the way. But now their cultivation has increased day by day, and their experience has increased day by day. Not to mention Jindan cultivators, they have even touched the buttocks of Yuanying cultivators, so they naturally have some insights.

The pressure of the thunder tribulation this time was even more terrifying than when Tie Huasheng was born. It felt like it was severing all life and sweeping away all filth.

At that time, Tie Huasheng summoned the thunder tribulation in order to use the power of thunder to wash away the copper rust. And this time, Lu Qingyin's thunder tribulation seemed to cleanse the inside and outside, and create a new life.

"Tie Huasheng did not experience the thunder tribulation in the end, but the thunder tribulation he caused seemed to be inferior to Lu Qingyin's."

Lin Bai made the comparison in his mind and couldn't help but think of himself.

Since practicing the Creation Art, every time he breaks through a small realm, he can spy on the area. Previously, it was Sister Pei and Xiuxiu, and this time when he was at the seventh level of foundation building, it was Miaomiao...

As long as you have something in mind, you may be able to get a glimpse of the strengths and weaknesses of your Nascent Soul in the future.

If we follow the line and look thousands of miles away like this, I wonder if we will be able to see hundreds or thousands of years into the past in the future?
Peering into the world like reading the lines on the palm of his hand, Lin Bai felt that the thunder tribulations he would have to endure in the future would be even more ferocious.

"Oh." Lin Bai sighed.

He originally wanted to emulate the virtuous man, but he didn't expect that his sigh would frighten He Wenyao.

"Why are you sighing?" He Wenyao asked in surprise.

Lin Bai ignored it.

"According to past experience," He Wenyao was very worried. Seeing that Lin Bai didn't say anything, he continued to talk to himself, "The stronger the magical power, the more killings, or for extremely outstanding people, the thunder tribulation will be a little stronger, or even twice as strong. Some thunder tribulations even contain some truth of the great way..."

"Don't worry." Lin Bai was soft-hearted after all, so he spoke to comfort her, "Fairy Lu has gone through many hardships and was imprisoned. Her hair has turned gray, but she still has a determined heart. She will be able to move forward and condense the golden elixir."

"You're not just being polite, are you?" He Wenyao grabbed Lin Bai's sleeve tightly, staring at Lu Qingyin in the distance without blinking.

"Without the bone-chilling cold, how can the fragrance of plum blossoms be so strong?" Lin Bai said with a smile.

"How do you know she smells good?" He Wenyao was anxious. He looked at Lin Bai and asked, "How many times have you eaten it?"

"..." Lin Bai was speechless for a moment.

The two were chatting, but Pei Ning didn't seem to take them as human beings and just watched quietly.

Soon, the third thunder struck.

Lu Qingyin actually persisted, but she couldn't hide the look of exhaustion on her face, and it was obvious that she was not strong enough.

By the time the fourth thunder came, Lu Qingyin's white hair was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and he looked extremely miserable.

The formation that was previously arranged no longer exists, and the flags have all turned into dust.

"Fairy..." He Wenyao stared blankly, as if he wished he could take the punishment from heaven on behalf of Lu Qingyin.

Lu Qingyin seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, but she still managed to withstand two more thunderbolts.

"I have passed six of the nine levels of thunder tribulation. But the last three are stronger than the previous six. One thunder tribulation tests his physique, one thunder tribulation tests his mind, and one thunder tribulation tests his golden elixir. Only when he passes the three levels of thunder tribulation can he be considered to have truly succeeded."

He Wen, the God of Medicine, was muttering to himself, his body shaking constantly, as if he was going through a tribulation.

A huge bolt of lightning descended, with a sense of destruction. The rumbling sound resounded across hundreds of miles, and all creatures near and far fell to the ground, not daring to look directly at the majesty of the Heavenly Dao.

When the lightning faded, the top of the mountain had been cut off by more than ten feet. Lu Qingyin knelt on the ground, his body black, and blood slowly flowed out.

The blood oozed out of his body and turned into mist, which was burned away. The strong wind blew, and Lu Qingyin slowly stood up. His snow-white hair had turned black.

"There are few happy things in life, and in a moment, the white hair turns into a little girl." Lu Qingyin laughed crazily, supported his body with one hand, and took out the whisk with the other hand.

The whisk was waved lightly, as if to brush away the dirt here, and even Lu Qingyin felt a sense of clarity.

Another white thunderbolt struck, this time it was a test of one's conscience. Its power was no less than before, but what was even more dangerous was that the thunderbolt would stir up one's mind, or cause one to enter a fantasy or a dream, using the dirt and dust in one's heart as a trap to cloud one's mind.

Lightning flashed, and Lu Qingyin's body was already fragile, and the world seemed even more desolate in this situation. She was like an ant raising its arm, hoping to shake a giant tree that was hundreds, thousands, or even millions of times bigger than itself.

Soon, Lu Qingyin was submerged in the lightning, and no sound could be heard.

“Wuwuwu…” He Wenyao sobbed softly.

Lin Bai and Pei Ning ignored He Wenyao and just looked at the top of the mountain.

The thunder was so powerful that Lin Bai was far away from it, but he was still slightly affected. In a vague way, he had the evil thought that the road was difficult, so he might as well stop and enjoy himself, and sleep with more beautiful women from all over the world.

Pei Ning took out a broken sword and slashed it in front of her. Her eyes were clear. She looked at Lin Bai and saw that he was fine. Then she looked at the hill again and didn't care about He Wenyao.

It’s not that Pei Ning is unkind, but she knows that she can’t cure He Wenyao’s illness.

"What did you dream about?" Lin Bai has always been soft-hearted. Seeing He Wenyao crying endlessly, he pointed at her to wake her up.

"I dreamed..." He Wenyao wiped away his tears and grabbed Lin Bai's sleeve without caring about his runny nose. He felt extremely aggrieved. "I dreamed that you and her had seven children. They all called me Uncle Yao. I have been your servant for hundreds of years, and she only said a few words to me once or twice a year. I was very happy..."

It turns out that you cry because you are happy, not because of pain...

“……” Pei Ning pressed his forehead and felt a headache.

Lin Bai was stunned. "Brother Yao, since you are dreaming, why don't you be bolder? Why are you so cautious? You are already dreaming, and you are still being a slave to others in your dream?"

"You don't understand!" He Wenyao scolded.

"..." Lin Pei and the others knew that they could not reason with them, so they stopped talking.

"May Master protect...May the Taoist protect my Lord!" He Wenyao prayed devoutly.

What the hell is this? Lin Bai was speechless.

Looking at the top of the mountain again, Lu Qingyin had also escaped from the illusion. She was kneeling on one knee, holding a whisk in one hand, with one arm broken, and looking up at the sky.

The blue and white calamity clouds rolled and gathered, finally delivering the final blow.

The golden light is dazzling, yet it has an extremely pure meaning.

This is the last thunder of the pill tribulation. Its power is not the strongest, nor will it disturb people's minds. It comes from the outside to the inside, through the pain of the body, burning the consciousness and sea of ​​​​energy, and finally cleansing the newly formed golden elixir.

From then on, after the golden elixir was cleansed by nine thunders of tribulation and the Great Dao permeated the body, the two could become one and naturally form the golden elixir.

Most cultivators can survive the first six tribulations, but the seventh and eighth are much more difficult. As for the last tribulation, one must connect heaven and earth to achieve harmony with oneself, so this level is difficult, but not difficult either.

Soon, after the thunder roared, the clouds of disaster had not yet dispersed and smoke and dust filled the air.

Lin Bai and the other two were so far away from each other that they couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. They didn't dare to use their spiritual sense to explore, and could only wait for the clouds and fog to dissipate.

After a long time, a faint golden elixir pressure spread out. There was a sense of tranquility and coolness, as if one was in a mountain spring, or holding a piece of jade in one's hand.

The calamity clouds slowly dissipated, as if they had never been there. The sky was clear and the air was fresh, with not a single cloud in sight, only the azure blue sky.

A strong wind blew over the top of the mountain, blowing away all the gravel and wood powder.

Originally there were trees and rocks on the top of the mountain, but now there is not a single tree left, and the rocks have been cut away by an unknown amount of feet.

Lu Qingyin's black hair was like a waterfall. She had changed into a light blue dress and was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed.

There was a whisk placed horizontally on his knees, and in front of him were fragments of a jade flute, blue and white.

One of her arms was broken, but the wound gradually healed. Her face became rosy, and she looked as young as ever.

Lin Bai stood up and walked forward side by side with Pei Ning.

He Wenyao was stunned for a moment, then hurried to catch up, but he only dared to follow behind Lin Bai.

When they reached ten steps away, Lin Bai and the other two bowed.

"Congratulations to the fairy for having the golden elixir in her belly. From now on, the sky is high and the earth is vast. You can go anywhere and do anything." Lin Bai said with a smile.

"Yes, yes!" He Wenyao hurriedly spoke up, not forgetting to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, as if Lu Qingyin would be happy as well.

Lu Qingyin slowly opened her eyes, the sight between them was as clear and dust-free as a mountain stream.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the distant sky, where a mysterious light streaked across the sky and then stopped in the air.

The power of heaven and earth was so moving that Qu Chengjia also exposed his turtle head and looked around eagerly.

"Lin Zhuanlun," Lu Qingyin grabbed the whisk with one hand, held it in her arms, looked past the mysterious light, and said softly: "Thousands of steps, one more step. But looking up, there are countless steps, and it becomes more and more difficult."

"The fairy's path is developing, so you should be full of energy and vigor, why are you sad about the passing of time?" Lin Bai shook his head and smiled, "The path is difficult, and we should strive harder to climb."

Lu Qingyin shook her head slightly, holding the whisk in her arms, holding a strand of black hair in her hand, "Black hair, black hair."

(End of this chapter)