Chapter 16: Ten Thousand Year Medicine, Heart Demon Tribulation!

The back mountain of Wanren City is located in the southwest of the entire city; it was originally a barren mountain, but today, an unknown number of powerful experts have gathered here.

These experts were almost all whispering to one another, or keeping their mouths tightly shut in trepidation, gazing at Lu Ren, who was shrouded under layers of thunderclouds.

"I was originally wondering why Lu Ren's breakthrough to the Supreme Saint was so calm and collected, with not only no Heavenly Dao Blessing but also no Thunder Tribulation; so it turns out he suppressed it until now."

"But it's strange, how can a Thunder Tribulation be something that can be suppressed by human power?"

"Heh, you can't do it, so do you assume others are as useless as you?"

"Do you want to fight?"

"Let's fight then!"

Among the surrounding experts, some already held grudges, and with a few words, their tempers flared, staring at each other with ill intent.

At this moment, someone else let out a cry of surprise, drawing everyone's attention back.

"I know now!"

"Know what?"

"The reason Lu Family Head did not undergo the Thunder Tribulation at that time is because of his Time Law! Look!"

Look at what? Naturally, look at the graying temples of Lu Ren.

Following the hand of the person who pointed it out, many experts looked over; upon seeing it, they felt it was particularly absurd in their hearts, along with a sour, grotesque feeling.

It is unknown who suddenly said: "That's impossible... could Lu Ren be a monster?"

"By this calculation, he has used the Time Law to suppress the Thunder Tribulation for a full two days!"

"Two days... wouldn't that cost ten thousand years of lifespan?"

"Impossible! Even so, using up ten thousand years of lifespan shouldn't result in such a tyrannical aura as his; hiss... Lu Ren is indeed a monster. Having such a leader among our peers, I don't know if it is our fortune or misfortune."

Yet all this exclamation could not compare to a grief-stricken roar from that old gentleman.

"Ten Thousand Year Bell Spirit Root?"

"What is that?"

"Who is this old man?"

Many of the onlookers could not recognize the identity of that old man, but there were those who did; they gasped in shock and respectfully crowded over.

"Bai Lao, why have you come here in person?"

Bai Lao was so pained he beat his chest and stamped his feet, "A waste of heavenly treasures! Simply a waste of heavenly treasures! This boy from the Lu Family needed to undergo tribulation; he could have just asked me for pills. Why eat this Ten Thousand Year Bell Spirit Root raw?"

"If I had this millstone-sized Ten Thousand Year Bell Spirit Root in hand, I could definitely refine ten furnaces of Bulindan!!"

Bai Lao, refining pills—with these keywords put together, the people around instantly knew who this old man was, and they widened their eyes in disbelief.

"It is Bai Yuande of the Alchemist Association, Bai Lao!"

As for the Bulindan... a burly man with bronze-colored skin in the crowd suddenly turned his head, nearly twisting his own neck, "It really is the main ingredient for Bulindan, the Bell Spirit Root? And of ten thousand years of age!?"

"Ahhh!! This, this Lu Family Head!! Too much of a waste of heavenly treasures!"

Looking at his appearance, those who didn't know would think Lu Ren was eating his.

But there were those who knew him, and they couldn't help but feel pity.

"This Qi Yi of the Haotian Alliance, for the sake of his foolish daughter, has visited I don't know how many alchemists, but he has always been missing just one main ingredient to refine Elixir of Replenishment: a thousand-year Bell Spirit Root. Now that he has encountered it, it is a pity it is in the hands of that god of slaughter; there is nowhere to even trade for it. Who knows if there will be any scraps left after the Thunder Tribulation is over."

"Is that the Bulindan that can mend spirit roots, widen spirit meridians, and even enlighten the mind? That is indeed rare."

"It is truly a pity; the alchemist Bai Lao who can refine Bulindan, and even a main ingredient of ten thousand years of age are both here, yet there is still no hope."

Qi Yi did not listen to what others were saying at all; his round eyes stared fixedly at Lu Ren in the center of the Thunder Tribulation, and he made a resolution in his heart.

If after Lu Family Head survives the Thunder Tribulation, there are still palm-sized scraps of the Bell Spirit Root left, he must find a way to buy them, even if it means selling his life to the Lu Family!

Lu Ren, at this moment, did not care about the people around him at all. The Thunder Tribulation was fierce; even if someone were truly ill-intentioned, they would not make a move at this time, otherwise, they would have to endure the pain of the doubled Thunder Tribulation along with him.

He ate various medicinal herbs for replenishing Spirit Power, one after another, to fill the emptiness of his spirit meridians in order to cope with the heavenly thunder.

A trace of lingering malice constantly hovered within the Thunder Tribulation; although hidden, it was still discovered by Lu Ren.

It seemed his Thunder Tribulation would not be easy to pass.

Even having pills was useless.

The pills that a Supreme Saint expert could use were not easy to refine! Moreover...

Lu Ren stood motionless amidst the bombardment of the Thunder Tribulation; the dense power of the Thunder Tribulation rampaged through his body, being devoured by his Spirit Power, but the next moment more thunder power surged in, all heading toward his dantian.

His gaze turned stern.

Want to destroy his path? Dream on!

Spirit Power and thunder power used his body as a battlefield, fighting endlessly within him, devouring each other, but the only beneficiary and victim was Lu Ren himself.

Because originally in the plot, Lu Ren never reached the Supreme Saint realm in his life, falling at the peak of the Saint Realm, so the Heavenly Dao borrowed the power of Fate, pestering him relentlessly, wanting to terminate Lu Ren's path before the Saint Realm.

But let alone the current Lu Ren who would not accept his fate, even the original Lu Ren would never accept this absurd talk of Fate.

The ten thousand year Spirit Medicine in the Lu Family treasury had long been carried on his person; almost every time it took to drink a cup of tea, Lu Ren would take one out and swallow it without any hesitation.

Little did he know, his actions caused the hearts of the surrounding onlookers to tremble.

They couldn't even care about whether Lu Ren could survive the Thunder Tribulation; they were just like people possessed, mechanically counting them one by one.

"Ten Thousand Year Bone-Eroding Flower!"

"Wannian Xuanshen!"

"Ten Thousand Year Nether Treasure Root! Oh my! It really is infuriating to compare people!"

By the end, it had completely changed in tone.

"The Fen Yuan Pill is gone!"

"The Eight Treasure Flower Paste is gone!"

"The Ju Xing Pill is also gone!"

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, the deep purple Thunder Tribulation, nearly as thick as a water bucket, wound its way down with the momentum of a thunderbolt, crashing down.

Lu Ren did not dodge or evade; his silver-white long robe shimmered with the radiance of a supreme-grade Spirit Treasure, and like a silver meteor, he charged straight toward the Thunder Tribulation!

"He! What is he doing!"

Everyone was shocked.

"Is the Lu Family Head trying to provoke the Thunder Tribulation?"

Although they could not see Lu Ren's facial expression clearly, everyone understood what this action of his represented; for a moment, they did not know whether to call Lu Ren valiant or fearless of death.

The deep purple thunder seemed to be enraged, crashing down with a boom and striking the figure heading straight into the high heavens heavily! Lu Ren was forced to land on the ground, half of his body charred black, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood that instantly evaporated, yet his eyes were incredibly bright, and he even began to laugh loudly!

The Thunder Tribulation appeared terrifying, but in reality, it could not kill him at all! His Fate had never been held in the hands of the Heavenly Dao!

As if the Thunder Tribulation had sensed Lu Ren's thoughts, its momentum became even more terrifying; it refused to descend for a long time, instead brewing continuously, as if preparing a lethal strike.

Lu Ren cast a dismissive glance at the rolling thunderclouds; even though the surrounding world changed color along with them, turning pitch-black and weighing heavily on the hearts of cultivators, he did not take it to heart.

When he and the Child of Luck walked onto two paths that would never run parallel, he had already prepared himself to encounter all of this, and he had long known that he would ultimately stand in opposition to the Heavenly Dao.

But, how could that be difficult? The wooden stopper of the pill bottle rolled away, and he poured countless pills into his mouth without the slightest hesitation; just as the injuries on his body recovered by more than half, the Thunder Tribulation in the sky descended head-on! But it was not purple; it was a somewhat seductive pink...

(End of this chapter)