The Wheel-Turning Master.

The thunder waterfall poured down, and the violent and blazing lightning instantly submerged Wanshou Mountain.

For a moment, it turned into daylight within a thousand miles, and the disaster clouds in the sky were still thick, as if the night was temporarily driven away.

Even though they were a hundred miles away, many Qi training and foundation building cultivators could hardly look directly at him. His overwhelming power also made many low-level disciples kneel on the ground.

After a few breaths, the thunder waterfall dissipated, and Wanshou Mountain was quiet and deserted, without a trace of life. The remaining tiny threads of thunder were running and wandering around like an hungry glutton.

After the first thunderbolt, the second one was still slow to come. The thunderclouds were still slowly gathering, as if they were weighing the ability of the person who was to face the calamity.

The pressure became heavier and heavier. The calamity cloud was high above the Wanshou Mountain, slowly turning like a millstone, as if it wanted to grind everything here into powder.

After a few breaths, the second thunder of tribulation tore through the thick tribulation clouds and fell down with a loud bang. Its power was even greater than the first one.

From then on, the thunder did not give a break and continued to fall. In an instant, Wanshou Mountain was submerged in the endless thunder waterfall, and the people watching the ceremony were also covered by the blazing daylight.

"Close your eyes and step back!" Seeing that many low-level disciples were either in a daze or had blood in the corners of their eyes, Jing Sirui hurriedly ran back and forth to pass on the order.

The Yuanyings at the front were fine, but the lightning on Wanshou Mountain was too bright, and the cause and effect were entangled, isolating their spiritual consciousness, so they were unaware of the changes.

How could they miss such an opportunity? All the Nascent Souls carefully felt the power of Heaven in the thunder, hoping to gain more experience and make more progress in the future.

The fox stood on Xiuxiu's head, with its tail wrapped around Xiuxiu's neck, giving her protection.

"How can human power resist this?" The fox stood up on his two feet, stretched his head, and looked like an idiot.

"The way of heaven is unpredictable, so there are heavenly tribulations blocking the way. The way of heaven is constant, so we use heavenly tribulations as ladders." Zou Mi stared at the thunder waterfall and murmured, "The power of heavenly tribulations may be big or small, but they come for those who are destined to face them. There is always a glimmer of hope in it."

"It's the same as if I didn't say anything." The fox muttered and glanced at Chen Zhiyuan standing in the air.

Chen Zhiyuan's face showed no sadness or joy, only a look of curiosity and inquiry.

Six consecutive thunder strikes came down, like a rushing river encountering a plain, and it slowly slowed down.

Without the shining of lightning, the thick calamity clouds brought in the dark night.

Now there are only three thunders left. Judging from the momentum of the thunder clouds, it seems that they are still condensing and absorbing the dark clouds in the distance.

No one here knew what had happened to Xiang Wuhui, and no one heard any unusual movements on Wanshou Mountain. Because the thunder was so violent, no one could see how Xiang Wuhui would deal with it.

Soon, the seventh thunderbolt fell, as if the sky was falling, and the raging thunder waterfall poured down like the water of the Milky Way in the sky.

This thunder was more powerful than the previous ones. The power of the Great Dao it brought out was surging and fierce, and its intention of destruction was fully manifested.

Before the person who was to be struck by the calamity could even slow down, the eighth calamity thunder had already torn apart the thick calamity clouds.

"Only by going against the trend can you achieve Hui Yuan Gong!"

Only sounds of grief and indignation were heard from the top of Wanshou Mountain, which seemed to be a cry of indignation against the will of heaven and against oneself, and they actually drowned out the thunder.

Then a huge figure was seen rising into the sky, heading straight for the thunderbolt, with an expression of never regretting and never giving up, even if it meant death.

The thunder seemed to understand human nature. Seeing the person who was to be robbed was so arrogant, the power of the thunder increased several times in an instant.

In an instant, the figure was hit by the lightning, and the huge figure was completely obliterated in the endless lightning.

However, the force of the thunder and lightning did not stop. In the thick thunder clouds, golden and silver lightning were seen rushing, appearing and disappearing from time to time, like a dragon cruising in the dark clouds.

Countless lightning bolts were in the calamity clouds, running and wandering for a long time, and finally gathered in one place, and then all poured down on Wanshou Mountain.

The lightning was so grand that it seemed as if the world was created. The people watching the ceremony could not look directly at it. In their hearts, they were filled with fear at the power of Heaven.

After a long time, the lightning disappeared. The calamity clouds in the sky slowly faded. No one knew what method the person who was doomed used, nor did they know whether he was alive or dead.

When everyone was at a loss, they felt a subtle breath coming, like waves, one after another, continuously, and they didn't know where it was going.

The aura then became more and more vast, and its momentum became stronger and stronger, like a subtle wave that was difficult to stop.

It seems to be in line with some kind of great truth, making people want to worship it. But if you resist it, it will be like falling into a cage and being trapped in shackles.

The dark clouds rolled and finally turned into endless auspicious clouds.

A group of Yuanying fell to the ground one after another, and even the fox jumped off Xiuxiu's head, and they all bowed in the direction of Wanshou Mountain.

The aura of the Spiritual Transformation continued to surge, and all the Golden Elixirs could feel it both physically and mentally.

"Ancestor! My ancestor!" Wumuqian knelt down on the ground, crying bitterly and kowtowed non-stop.

At this moment, no one laughed at Wumuqian for being a slave of three surnames, because everyone wanted to pay homage to him.

As Wumuqian knelt down, all the Jindans either leaned over or knelt down, all heading towards the direction of Wanshou Mountain.

Dozens of miles behind him, a group of foundation-building and Qi-cultivating cultivators had already sensed the might of heaven and all knelt on the ground.

With Wanshou Mountain as the center of the circle, everyone, from the Nascent Soul to the Qigong practitioners, both human and monster, bowed down in worship.

Although the aura of the spirit is like a tiny wave, it seems to stretch to infinity.

From Yin'e Mountain, to Yubi Mountain, to Wuque Mountain, and even to Qiao Mountain, everyone had a feeling in their hearts and looked towards the north unconsciously.

Thousands of miles to the north of Wanshou Mountain, there was a huge fleet. A white crane was flying high in the sky. It looked back in the direction of Wanshou Mountain for a long time, and then it cried sadly and flew north without looking back.

Further north was an endless snowfield with raging winds. Several pairs of eyes peeked out and then hurriedly fled north.

"I didn't expect that this Old Xiang..." Before the fox could finish, Xiuxiu grabbed his mouth, with an expression on her face that clearly said: You better be more careful. You were called Old Xiang before, and you are still called Old Xiang now. Didn't you go through the incarnation tribulation in vain? You should call him Old Ancestor!
The fox was unusually well-behaved. She jumped into Xiuxiu's arms and looked around.

All the Yuanyings had finished their ceremony, but were still staring blankly at Wanshou Mountain.

"I miss the time after the storm and the time before the drizzle." Jiang Xingchi smiled and twirled his beard, saying, "I was able to ascend to the heavens and the earth with the help of you all."

A group of Yuanying looked at Jiang Xingchi with different expressions on their faces, especially the new Elder Lu and Elder Qin from Jiuzha Mountain.

Everyone knows that Jiang Xingchi has recovered from his "injury" and will not go into seclusion because of his "injury" again.

"Everyone, why don't you follow me to meet the ancestor?" Jiang Xingchi invited eagerly.

These people all knew Xiang Wuhui's temper, but they didn't know what he became like after he became a spirit, so no one dared to go.

"The heavenly calamity has just passed, and you may need to calm down your breath. There is no rush for the audience." said Gu Zangsong from the Guyang School.

All Yuanying agreed. "Then let's go to Songhe Mountain to have a chat?" Jiang Xingchi invited again.

The Yuanyings also said that Songhe Mountain was too close to Wanshou Mountain and might disturb Patriarch Xiang's meditation. Du Jueming, in particular, kept shaking his head.

"In that case, then we won't go for the time being." Jiang Xingchi was very considerate. "This Northern Expedition is to restore the original source and return the old people of Zhou Huishan to their old place. Now that it's done, my ancestor Xiang has also succeeded in overcoming the tribulation, and we should retreat. In the future, Zhou Huishan will be under the jurisdiction of Brother Meng."

Du Jueming secretly cursed Jiang Xingchi in his heart as a hypocritical villain. He dared to refute him before, but now he didn't dare to do so at all.

All the Yuanyings were silent.

"A precious land should be inhabited by a virtuous person." Meng Shanhe said, "I am old and confused, and I am not qualified to be in charge of a precious land of thousands of miles."

He stroked his beard and looked at the Yuanyings, saying, "Why don't you come to my Black Wind Mountain to have a chat and recommend a highly respected person to take charge."

"Zhou Hui Mountain can only be managed by people from Zhou Hui Mountain!" Jiang Xingchi disagreed and said firmly: "This is what I mean, and it is also what Xiang Laozu means!"

For a moment, all the Yuanyings were silent, looking at Jiang Xingchi, then at Meng Shanhe, clearly saying: Look! The people who came to help you ended up swallowing up your hometown!
Soon, a group of Jindan came over from afar and stepped forward to pay their respects.

"Si Tui, are all the disciples okay?" Jiang Xingchi looked very happy.

"Master, many low-level disciples suffered minor injuries, but it's not a big deal." Jing Si retreated.

Jiang Xingchi nodded with satisfaction.

"Brother Jiang," Meng Shanhe sighed impatiently and said, "So what should we do now? You should tell me the rules."

"Although the ancestor has accomplished his mission, Zhou Hui Mountain has been ravaged by war for a long time." Jiang Xingchi stroked his beard for a long time and said slowly: "I still ask all the senior brothers and sisters to work hard and order their disciples to clean up the area and restore Zhou Hui Mountain to its original form. So that the spiritual fields will not be abandoned and the children of school age will not be unable to enter school. Let Jing Si Tui be the person in charge of these matters, and each family should send some people to discuss and work together."

After hearing this, the Yuanyings thought to themselves, aren't you still driving us? You make us fight to the death, and after the battle we have to help clean up the yard?

"Brothers and sisters, why don't you go to Black Wind Mountain and sit for a while," Jiang Xingchi said very gently, "I will go to Wanshou Mountain to see what the ancestor means."

After saying this, he went straight to Wanshou Mountain.

"Junior Brother Du, I have a lot of things to do at home, so I will go back first. You can take full charge of this place." After talking to Du Jueming, the new Elder Lu from Jiuzha Mountain pulled Jing Situi and said, "Originally, the headmaster planned to let you take over the Jiuzha Mountain Sect, and we old men all agreed. Although you have the support of noble people now, you must not forget your roots."

Jing Situi smiled but didn't say anything. He had been in charge of Jiuzha Mountain for many years. Except for Elder Qin who was on good terms with the master, the rest of the people lived their own lives and their relationship was really average.

Wu Muqian stood beside Jing Situi, his hands on his hips, looking extremely arrogant.

The Yuanyings said no more and headed for Black Wind Mountain one after another. Especially the fox, who rolled up Xiuxiu and happily rushed to the front.

"Attend the meeting on my behalf." Gu Qingshui left a message to Lin Bai, then turned into clear water and went to Meng Lake.

"I won't attend the meeting." Zou Mi glanced at Jing Shitui and said, "Tell your master that I'm meditating in Qinfang Pool. Don't disturb me unless necessary!" After saying that, he was about to leave.

"Don't worry, ancestor. I will attend the meeting on your behalf! I am also an old member of Shoutian Pavilion!" Wu Muqian stepped forward to flatter him, looking very proud.

"You are worthy?" Zou Mi was about to leave, but after hearing this, she was no longer in a hurry. She glared at Wu Muqian coldly and said, "Senior Brother Kong treated you well, but you rebelled. You are a two-faced person, you are not worthy of being called an old friend of my Shoutian Pavilion! If you dare to step into Qinfang Pool in the future, I will kill you!"

"You, you, you... My master is from the Jiang family of Qiaoshan!" Wu Muqian was so angry that he raised his voice to refute.

"So what if it's Jiang Xingchi? Do you really think I can't kill you?" Zou Mi saw the newly promoted god today and missed Kong Shu even more. Naturally, he was extremely angry with this traitor.

"..." Wumu Qian saw that Zou Mi was indeed murderous and did not care about Jiang Xingchi's face at all. He knew that although he had surrendered by rebelling halfway, he could never compare to the surrendered Yuanying Zou Mi. Because of this, he was really caught in a dilemma, and everyone secretly called him a traitor.

But after all, he had just made a big promise, so Wumuqian still had to save his face. He immediately looked at Jing Shitui, hoping that Jing Shitui would say something and give him a ladder to get down. However, he saw that Jing Shitui was talking to Elder Qin with his head down, as if he didn't see the situation here.

Wu Muqian looked around and saw that all the Jindan were looking away, which made him feel sad.

There was no way. Wumuqian remembered the good things that Brother Zhuanlun had done for him. He looked at Lin Bai eagerly, hoping that he could just say a few words and then take advantage of the situation.

"Lin Zhuanlun!" Zou Mi shouted in a tender voice.

Poor Lin Bai had already avoided them early and was chatting with Sister Pei and Miss Jiang when he was called out.

"Senior..." Lin Bai was afraid that Zou Mi would hurt innocent people, so he bowed from a distance.

"Go." Zou Mi said sullenly, "Slap this shameless and ungrateful guy in the face on my behalf, on behalf of Senior Brother Kong!"

"..." Lin Bai hurried forward, bowed again, leaned over and advised: "Senior Zou, Wu Muqian is ignorant, just let Senior Jiang deal with him, why humiliate him?"

"Have you found all the treasures you stole?" Zou Mi sent a message.

Lin Bai stood up, turned around and slapped Wu Muqian, shouting, "We had an agreement earlier that Senior Zou and I are one in Qiaoshan! Senior Zou is from Qiaoshan! You were disrespectful to your elders first, how dare you mention Senior Jiang? Even if Senior Jiang comes, there is nothing to say! Get out of here!"

Wu Muqian was knocked to the ground, half of his face was covered with red palm prints. He covered his face with his hand, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Jiang Xiaobai stepped forward and whispered a few words of advice; Jing Shitui finally noticed what was happening and stepped forward to help calm him down.

Zou Mi seemed much more satisfied, "You go to that meeting on my behalf!" After saying this to Lin Bai, he left.

“Senior!” Lin Bai hurried after him, “Grandmaster Gu has asked me to attend the meeting, I…”

The person has gone far away and there is no way to catch up with him.

All the Yuanyings on the field have left. Lin Bai sighed and looked at Wumu Qian.

Wu Muqian fell to the ground, Jiang Xiaobai and Jing Si retreated to the side, Sun Shiqi held the sword, and the four members of the Jiang family looked at Lin Bai.

The other Jindans also looked over with interesting expressions. Some were curious and thoughtful, some were full of admiration, some were surprised and suspicious, and some were eager to try and ask about the mystery.

Especially the female cultivators, who looked at Lin Bai for a while, then at Pei Ning, and then at Zou Mi who was walking away...

"You don't think this is true?" Li Wusheng asked Mo Yingcheng in a low voice.

Mo Yingcheng shook his head and said, "Not really."

"Even if not, it will be soon!" Li muttered silently.

"Brother Wumu." Lin Bai stepped forward, helped Wumu Qian up, bowed and apologized, "The arrow is on the string, please don't blame me, brother." As he spoke, he took out the pill and was about to stuff it into Wumu Qian's mouth.

"That's not necessary." Wu Muqian refused to take the pills, his eyes red, "No one dares to blame you, you have two Nascent Souls to protect you, so naturally I can't compare to you..." He became more and more sad as he spoke, as if he had seen through the desolation of the world, and then added, "Only my mentor is my heaven, only Ancestor Xiang is my heaven!"

Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help but smile and turned away. (End of this chapter)