The Wheel-Turning Master.

"Alas, looking at the mighty calamity clouds from afar, there is a faint sense of destruction and a vast and majestic aura. No wonder it is loved by the gods! Fellow Daoist Pei is truly limitless! Brother Zhuanlun's two disciples are also extremely talented and have noble character. It can be seen that Brother Zhuanlun has a good vision!"

"Brother Mo, Senior Sister Li, I heard that the reason why our Master has achieved what he has today is that, firstly, he diligently practices Taoism and does many good deeds; secondly, he and his wife manage the sect in a proper way and do not let worldly affairs disturb the ears of the gods!"

Lin Bai and others were waiting for Pei Ning to survive the tribulation in the dilapidated attic when Jiang Yatou came with Wu Muqian.

Jiang girl greeted them in a friendly manner, but Wu Muqian grabbed Lin Bai and Mo Yingcheng and praised them in various ways.

Mo Yingcheng had always acted on behalf of his master and had met many different kinds of people, so he started arguing with Wu Muqian.

It was already night, but the clouds were rolling in. No stars or moon were visible within a hundred miles, making it even darker.

"What's wrong with him?" Lin Bai saw that Wumuqian stood up straight today, and his face no longer had the sadness of being alone and helpless as in the past, but instead had a bit of pride, so he asked Jiang Xiaobai curiously.

"The master accepted Jing Shitui as the eldest disciple, and Wu Muqian as the second disciple." Jiang Xiaobai replied with a smile, and did not forget to add, "In the future, let your two disciples spend more time with Wu Muqian and discuss ways to appease the master!"

Now anyone can mock Lin Bai's apprentice, even Jiang Xiaobai, who has watched them grow up, speaks outrageously!

After all, it’s the disciple’s fault!

Lin Bai decided that once Pei Ning had formed the elixir, he would hand Miaomiao and Jiang Yu over to Sister Pei!

Looking at Wumu Qian again, I saw that he had changed his place and was talking to the fox in front of Xiuxiu and Huang Ruhua. He seemed to be saying something about taking treasures from Wanshou Mountain being as easy as taking something out of a bag, and that the fairy had the appearance of a god. Then he was mumbling and flattering, as if he was going to sell all his property to make others happy.

"How did the discussion go?" Lin Bai asked again.

"How should I know? The ancestor has always told me not to pay attention to these things." Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, and then whispered: "But I heard that there were people fleeing in groups at Wanshou Mountain, and they were all chased back by Senior Zou. Senior Brother Jing has been to Wanshou Mountain and sent a message on behalf of the ancestor, saying that he would never kill anyone again. I wanted to take Wu Muqian with me, but he didn't dare to go, so he came here with me."

"There are too many people in Shoutian Pavilion..." Lin Bai pondered for a while and said, "Even if your ancestor is willing to let them all stay, does Senior Meng agree? Do the people from Jiuzha Mountain agree? They have all put in a lot of effort, especially the old people from Zhou Huishan. I'm afraid..."

"I know!" Jiang Xiaobai put his hands on his hips, glared at Lin Bai, and said, "You mean we have to drive out a group of people from Shoutian Pavilion, right? It just so happens that my ancestor can use the power of Senior Meng and others to push them out to be the villains, and then become the good guy himself?"

"Isn't this what your ancestors have always been doing? He can handle the small horizontal and vertical chessboard with ease and move around without any hindrance." Lin Bai said with a smile.

Jiang Xiaobai snorted twice and said, "The ancestor has worked hard to achieve success, and what he has done is..." She looked at the top of Wanshou Mountain and muttered, "I just hope that the ancestor can reach the top."

At this moment, the golden elixir calamity cloud on Wanshou Mountain was surging, and it had actually covered Wanshou Mountain. There were many tiny thunder and lightning running through it, and the power had been brewing for a long time, and the intention of destruction was getting stronger.

In Songhe Mountain, except for the Yuanying who were discussing matters in the hall, the rest of the people were all watching the thunder tribulation. Some bold sword cultivators even moved forward to feel it more clearly.

"One step slow, every step slow. In the past, when you competed with Pei Ning in swordsmanship, you lost every time by just one step. Now that the pill tribulation that Pei Ning has brought upon herself is so grand, you should know how much of a gap there is between you and her, right?" Min Hengbo had a stern face and was teaching Dugu Yan a lesson.

Dugu Yan and Shen Qiyun lowered their heads and said nothing, but Min Qianqian, who was standing beside them, didn't care much.

"Qianqian, where is Li Wusheng?" Min Hengbo frowned and looked at Min Qianqian.

"The Supreme Leader said that she wanted to go to watch the ceremony. I don't know where it is." Min Qianqian spread out her hands. "I dare not talk to her. She pulls my ears every time she sees me." As she spoke, Min Qianqian turned sideways and lifted a strand of black hair to reveal her ears, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Others are calling you nonsense in private, and you are also making a fuss?" Min Hengbo was very angry, "If you keep calling me nonsense, you will have to follow Li Wusheng from now on!"

"Ancestor, I was wrong!" Min Qianqian immediately became anxious and wiped her eyes hard, but no tears came out.

At this moment, the first thunderbolt descended. Its force was magnificent, the sky and earth were vast and bright, and the huge thunderbolt fell, violent and ferocious, with the intention of destruction.

For a moment, tens of thousands of disciples from Songhe Mountain and Wanshou Mountain fell silent. After the first calamity thunder dissipated, many people from both sides rushed out and looked forward carefully.

Under the dead tree, there was a broken sword with lightning still attached to it. Pei Ning was sitting cross-legged on the ground with disheveled hair, a gourd in his arms and a sword box in front of him.

Then the second thunder came surging, violent and smashing down, immediately submerging Pei Ning and the place where he was.

“Judging from its power, it is not inferior to the thunder tribulation your master experienced that day.” Gu Feixue was in the air, followed by Miaomiao, Jiang Yu and Dugu Jing.

There were also many disciples from various sects gathered not far away, especially those who practiced sword skills. Among them, the Tianyan Sword Sect had the largest number of people, and most of them were cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, Pei Ning had stood up, opened his sword box, and dozens of flying swords slowly floated around him.

The thunder tribulation did not give Pei Ning a chance to breathe, and it fell one after another. Pei Ning was submerged in the lightning, and flying swords could be seen from time to time.

The feeling of surging destruction surged out like layers of water waves, and the people who were watching the disaster retreated again and again.

Thunders came one after another, like waterfalls falling from the sky.

The joy and sorrow after the war seemed to be concealed by the thunder. Songhe Mountain and Wanshou Mountain were silent, all attracted by the thunder.

After the six thunderbolts were over, the dust at the foot of Wanshou Mountain was blown up by the wind. Only a dead tree, charred all over, stood tall.

There was a woman under the tree, her black clothes stained blood red. Her black hair was like a waterfall, she was kneeling on one knee, supporting herself with one hand, but still looking up at the sky.

The sword box had long disappeared, but many broken swords were scattered around.

"It's not a big problem." Qu Ruyi hid behind Meng Yuan and poked her head in. "But looking at the posture of this thunder tribulation, it is much stronger than when Master Li Xuanji formed the elixir. In the future, Pei Ning will definitely not lose to Chen Tianren. If Master Li bullies me again, I won't have to ask Xiuxiu to stand up for me!"

"Qu Ruyi!" Meng Yuan frowned as he listened. "It's better to rely on yourself than on others. You established your foundation earlier than Xiuxiu and Pei Ning. Now you have no sense of shame and are complacent instead?"

"You can't cry, right?" Qu Ruyi made a point.

Meng Yuan held his forehead, not knowing what to say. Song Jingxian also shook her head, but she didn't know why.

As everyone watched, the seventh thunderbolt had finished brewing and poured down.

Pei Ning was seen holding a gourd the size of a baby's fist in his hand, and then countless flying swords emerged from the gourd, attracting the broken swords around him, all heading towards the thunder.

The power of the seventh thunderbolt had not yet faded when the eighth one came, bringing with it endless heavenly might and even greater violence.

At the top of Songhe Mountain, all Yuanying couldn't help but go out to see.

"Is this Chen Tianren's disciple? How come the thunderbolt he attracted seems to be destroying Wanshou Mountain?" Shi Huayu frowned and looked at the foot of Wanshou Mountain. He then looked at Du Jueming and asked, "What was it like when Chen Tianren was forming the elixir? Have you ever seen it?"

Du Jueming put one hand behind his back and held a wine bottle in the other. He took a sip and acted like a cool and elegant immortal. When he was about to answer, he saw that Shi Huayu was no longer looking at him, but looking at Jiang Xingchi instead.

There was no other way. After several battles and life-and-death experiences, everyone knew each other well. Although Xiang Wuhui had not yet made a move, he must be extraordinary; as for Chen Tianren, there was no need to say more.

As for the rest of the people, they all had good fortune and considerable abilities. But Du Jueming was the only one who would flee whenever there was a fight, without hesitation. Although others also fled, they did so only when they really couldn't win the fight, but Du Jueming fled without fighting, so he was naturally despised by everyone.

“I don’t know about that.” Jiang Xingchi was very modest. He looked at the calamity clouds in the distance and said, “But it is rumored that Chen Tianren’s thunder calamity is also very powerful. My late Yuanying Gu Qingshan from Qiaoshan liked to make friends with the younger generation. At that time, because of this thunder calamity, he went to Daoyin Sect specifically and got along very well with Chen Tianren.”

For a moment, all the Nascent Souls were silent.

Jiang Xingchi waved to another female cultivator, who quickly stepped forward and saluted.

This female cultivator's name is Sun Shiqi, and she had fought for her life in the previous competition.

This woman is the descendant of the late Nascent Soul Sun Baopu of the Tianyan Sword Sect, and is also a sword cultivator.

"I see you look sad, is it because of the death of your ancestor?" Jiang Xingchi did not show any signs of playing tricks as before, but was extremely friendly. "Although Brother Sun is gone, the Taoism still exists. As a sword cultivator, you should strive to improve yourself and never dwell on the past. Pei Ning passed the tribulation today, and she will have a great future. Don't look down on her just because she formed a pill earlier than her."

Jiang Xingchi smiled amiably, looking like an honest man, and said lovingly: "Pei Ning has a close relationship with my family, and she is also a person who respects her elders. I will ask her to come over some other day so that you can get to know each other and discuss the Dao in the future so that you can improve."

After hearing this, Sun Shiqi was so moved that he almost cried and bowed down.

Jing Si stepped aside and watched, thinking that he would have a junior sister in the future.

Chi Shangxing also looked up at the sky at this moment, and saw that the ninth thunderbolt was still not coming, and the thunderclouds were getting thicker and thicker, as if they were going to crush Wanshou Mountain.

"My family has a traditional technique left by our ancestors, which is most suitable for practicing the sword technique of group swords..." Chi Shangxing was quite yearning, as if he remembered Chen Tianren's sword. He leaned against Jiang Xingchi and asked in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, preserving the Taoism is better than helping others achieve enlightenment. I wonder how Senior Brother Xiang plans to send us?"

At this moment, a huge pillar of lightning emerged from the layers of calamity clouds on Wanshou Mountain, illuminating all directions in an instant, and the sense of destruction became stronger and stronger.

Among the people watching the ceremony, those who were closer had blood flowing from their eyes, and those with less spiritual power even had their eyes exploded and fell to the ground.

When the thunderbolt descended, there seemed to be a slight tremor all around.

Everyone looked up and saw that the disaster clouds were slowly fading away, and the stars and the moon were faintly visible.

For a moment, the people watching the ceremony felt lonely, as if they had turned into a dead tree in an endless and desolate place with only shallow graves as their companions.

Sun Shiqi frowned and looked, only to feel his sword trembling slightly.

"It's done!" Jiang Xingchi clapped his hands in praise, "Chen Tianren has a successor."

Chi Shangxing watched silently, only to hear cheers coming from all around. Yesterday during the Yuanying battle, five people from the Northern Expedition coalition had established their foundations, and today there was another one who had formed a Dan, and he was an excellent sword cultivation seed...

"What did Brother Chi just say?" Jiang Xingchi looked at Chi Shangxing with a smile on his face.

Chi Shangxing exhaled and said, "We have come here wholeheartedly, and we will be a family in the future. I would like to ask what plans Senior Brother Xiang has."

"I can't make the decision on this." Jiang Xingchi sighed and said, "As everyone knows, our coalition forces are here to seek justice. Now that the people of Zhou Huishan have returned to their hometown, the matter here will naturally be decided by the people of Zhou Huishan."

All the Yuanyings looked over at once, except Meng Shanhe, who closed his eyes, as if he didn't care at all.

After hearing these hypocritical words, Chi Shangxing suppressed his anger and asked, "Brother Jiang, what do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything." Jiang Xingchi smiled nonchalantly and said, "Your sect's Wu Muchun is dead. He has been back home for a long time, so he didn't die in a foreign land."

Chi Shangxing was stunned and said nothing.

Jing Si stepped aside and watched, thinking that it was no wonder that Wumuqian knelt so quickly, he must have known for a long time that Wumuchun was dead!
"Brother Chi, please don't be sad." Jiang Xingchi was very considerate. He gently held Chi Shangxing's arm and said, "Although Senior Brother Meng of Zhou Huishan is in charge here, Brother Kong's actions are also admirable. He left a will, and we should obey it."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of animal skin paper, which was clearly from the wooden box left by Kong Shu.

Chi Shangxing took the animal skin paper, glanced at it, and was filled with disbelief.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Chi Shangxing held the parchment tightly, with a look of panic and confusion on his face.

"Brother Chi has been talking about your sect's ancestral temple for a long time. We are extremely yearning to become a high-level cultivator who has reached the state of Divine Transformation. However, it is time to discuss our own affairs," Jiang Xingchi said with a silly smile.

Chi Shangxing was shaking with anger. He looked at Jiang Xingchi and then at the other Nascent Souls, and felt that they all had sarcastic looks on their faces.

After being stunned for a long time, Chi Shangxing showed disdain on his face. He looked around at the Yuanyings, then walked back to the hall.

The calamity clouds in the distance all dissipated, and auspicious clouds gathered together. They looked even more bizarre under the stars and the moon, and their shape was like a long river or a sharp sword.

Jiang Xingchi stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the auspicious clouds for a while, then called Jing Si to retreat.

"Go to Wanshou Mountain again." Jiang Xingchi looked at the clouds in the sky. "Senior Sister Gu lives alone and feels lonely. Go find Fairy Chenyu and ask her to take you with her to invite Zou Mi to live in Menghu. Ask Zou Mi to appoint a few people with good temperaments to prevent any mishaps with the disciples of Shoutian Pavilion."

"Yes."

Jing Situi received the order and immediately went down the mountain. He looked around and went straight to the dead tree.

When I got closer, I saw a lot of people gathered around.

Pei Ning was covered in blood and was clearly unconscious, but he was still holding a small gourd in his hand.

There were countless dead trees and broken swords, and the stones were crushed into powder.

"Master's Wife..." There were two women kneeling in the distance, and no one dared to disturb her. Only one of them was wiping tears vigorously, and one of them had red eyes, which was definitely not fake.

"People say that Lin Zhuanlun's teaching is incompetent, but I don't think so. I don't ask for my disciples to be outstanding, as long as they are filial." Jing Sixui sighed and couldn't help but think of his deceased teacher.

Just as I was thinking about the past, I saw Lin Zhuanlun kicking his two disciples over. "Get out of the way!" He said, picked up Pei Ning and left.

"Pei Ning is one of our family members, right? Why is Calabash King like this?" Li Wusheng was so angry that he was about to chase him when he was stopped by Mo Yingcheng.

Jing Si Tui was having a headache watching from the side, thinking, "Junior sister, you are still the Supreme Leader of Daoyin Sect, but Lin Zhuanlun has no sect or school, but Pei Ning is from your family, so Lin Zhuanlun is also from your family! You can't even figure this out?"
Sure enough, after Mo Yingcheng whispered a few words of coaxing, Li Wusheng immediately smiled happily.

"Where is the fairy?" Jing Si stepped forward and asked.

"They went up the mountain this morning." Li Wusheng pointed at Wanshou Mountain. "The fairy said she wanted to reminisce with Senior Zou and said she wanted to give her apprentice to Senior Zou."

"Can a disciple also give in?" Jing Situi frowned when he heard it. (End of this chapter)