86: Chapter 86 Master Lu

That person stumbled out from a side path, covered in blood, with tattered robes, the original color of which was almost impossible to discern.

He looked up and saw Yun Ming, his eyes blood-red, and without a word, he raised his hand and struck with a blade!

The blade light was like snow, slashing down towards his face!

Yun Ming's pupils contracted sharply; with a tap of his feet, his figure retreated violently by three zhang.

When that person failed to land the strike, he brought out both blades, the momentum of which poured down like a violent storm.

The blade light wove into an airtight net, every strike aiming for vitals, each move lethal.

His offensive was bold and unrestrained, fierce beyond compare, not at all like someone who was severely injured.

Yun Ming frowned slightly.

What was this person's background?

Why did he slash at anyone he saw?

He had no time to think, his figure flashing repeatedly, weaving and dodging through the blade light.

Although he didn't have much experience in combat, he was, after all, in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, with a solid Foundation and agile movement techniques.

Coupled with the protection of his moonlight flowing frost robe, the blades that struck him only splashed up a few wisps of spiritual light, failing to even scratch his skin.

After a few moves, Yun Ming even had the spare energy to size up his opponent.

This person was about thirty years old, with Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivation, wielding his twin blades with great force, his blade technique carrying a savage wildness.

But his eyes were unfocused and his mind unclear, as if his consciousness had been controlled by something.

"Hey!" Yun Ming shouted, "Is there something wrong with your brain!"

That person turned a deaf ear, his offensive becoming increasingly frenzied.

Yun Ming felt helpless and could only continue to dodge.

He wasn't afraid, just found it inexplicable—walking along properly, only to be suddenly slashed at by someone; what kind of situation was this?

Just as he intended to make a move to subdue the opponent, that person suddenly withdrew his blades, retreated, and shouted up at the sky:

"Help—! Someone is trying to kill me—!"

The voice was shrill and echoed in the night sky.

Yun Ming was stunned.

What on earth?

You were the one who started it, and now you're calling for help?

After shouting, that person brandished his blades and lunged at him again, continuing to slash.

Yun Ming was so angry he laughed.

This person must be sick in the head.

His gaze turned cold, and a killing intent instantly arose.

Regardless of his background, he would first capture him and perform a soul search!

Just as he raised his hand to deliver a lethal blow—

A terrifying pressure descended like the sky collapsing.

Yun Ming's movements instantly froze; he was pinned in place, unable to move.

That pressure was like a mountain or a peak, pressing down on him until he could barely breathe.

He struggled to move his eyes and caught a glimpse of a figure descending from the sky.

It was an old man in grey robes with a sinister expression, his aura vast as the ocean.

A Golden Core True Person.

Yun Ming's heart sank.

The grey-robed old man landed beside the severely injured person and looked down.

Upon seeing him, that person seemed to have found a lifeline; he opened his mouth as if to say something, but then his eyes rolled back, and he fainted directly.

The grey-robed old man raised his head, his gaze falling upon Yun Ming, cold as ice.

"Audacious!"

He let out a sharp shout, the sound ringing like thunder in his ears.

"Within the Sect, you dare to attack a fellow Disciple, causing severe injury! Do you know your crime?"

Yun Ming opened his mouth to defend himself but found he couldn't speak.

The Golden Core True Person pointed his finger in the air, and Yun Ming's mouth was sealed by a force, unable to utter a single word.

"No need to quibble," the grey-robed old man said coldly, "I saw it with my own eyes; do you still wish to deny it?"

Rustling sounds arose all around.

Those Disciples who had been alarmed by the shouting came out to investigate, gathering in twos and threes on both sides of the mountain path, craning their necks to look.

Seeing the blood-covered, unconscious injured person, and then seeing Yun Ming, who was suppressed and unable to move, they immediately began to discuss heatedly.

"What's going on?"

"That person injured a fellow Disciple?"

"Look at that person covered in blood; it must have been this deacon who started it..."

"Tsk tsk, he's in trouble now."

Listening to those discussions, Yun Ming was so angry he wanted to laugh.

He was clearly the one attacked; how did it become him injuring someone?

But he couldn't speak or move, and could only watch helplessly as the grey-robed old man pronounced his sentence.

"A Cangxuan Immortal Sect Disciple who attacks a fellow Disciple without cause, causing severe injury, shall, according to Sect rules, have their cultivation crippled and be expelled from the mountain gate."

The grey-robed old man waved his hand, "I will first escort him outside the mountain gate and hand him over to the Law Enforcement Hall for disposal tomorrow!"

As his voice fell, an invisible force wrapped around Yun Ming, lifting him up and flying towards the mountain gate.

Yun Ming was carried in mid-air, his heart filled with raging fury.

This old thing didn't even ask, just immediately pronounced judgment; it was clearly intentional!

That unconscious guy suddenly attacking him, then suddenly calling for help—it was likely arranged by someone!

But he was currently suppressed and unable to move; saying anything was useless.

The mountain gate was getting closer and closer.

Yun Ming took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and thought: "Bastard, you want to mess with me? Even if I don't die, I'll make you shed a layer of skin!"

Inside the naxu ring, thirty-six blood-melting eerie glows lay quietly.

Those were Low Grade Tier 6 poison needles; if a Golden Core True Person touched even a trace, they would turn into pus.

Although he was suppressed, his Divine Sense could still move, but with his current Realm, he could at most activate one.

It had to be a kill in one strike; he absolutely could not miss.

Yun Ming circulated the Fuli Heaven-Concealing Record, silently extending a wisp of Divine Sense into the naxu ring, wrapping it around one of the blood-melting eerie glows.

The grey-robed old man was completely unaware, carrying him as he flew towards the mountain gate.

Just at the moment when Yun Ming was about to activate the poison needle—

"Wait!"

An aged voice came from afar.

The grey-robed old man's figure paused, and he turned to look.

A green figure stepped through the air, his beard and hair half-white, his face gaunt and refined; it was none other than Yao Chenzi.

He landed in front of Yun Ming, took one look at the carried Yun Ming, then glanced at the grey-robed old man, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Perfected Lu, what is the meaning of this?"

The grey-robed old man—Perfected Lu—snorted coldly: "Elder Yao, you've come just in time. This child attacked a fellow Disciple without cause, causing severe injury; I am just about to escort him outside the mountain gate to be dealt with tomorrow."

"Attacked a fellow Disciple without cause?" Yao Chenzi's gaze fell upon Yun Ming, then looked towards the unconscious figure on the mountain path in the distance, saying indifferently, "How come I heard that it was that person who started it?"

Perfected Lu's expression changed slightly.

Yao Chenzi continued: "That person is your nephew, Perfected Lu, right? He came to the Alchemy Hall today to demand a Medicinal Pill but failed, and left in anger. Afterward, he appeared here, covered in blood, and just happened to bump into the new deacon hired by my Alchemy Hall, and just happened to be spotted by you—Perfected Lu, do you take me for a blind man?"

Perfected Lu's face turned livid, and he was unable to speak for a long while.

Yao Chenzi waved his hand, and the force sealing Yun Ming's mouth instantly dissipated.

Yun Ming took a deep breath, looked at Yao Chenzi, and bowed solemnly: "Thank you, Elder."

Yao Chenzi waved his hand dismissively and looked at Perfected Lu again: "Release him."

Perfected Lu gritted his teeth and finally let go.

Yun Ming landed on the ground, stretched his stiff limbs, and swept a cold gaze over Perfected Lu, then over the "injured person" still unconscious in the distance.

He would remember this debt.

Yao Chenzi walked to his side and patted his shoulder: "Let's go, I will see you back."

Yun Ming nodded and followed Yao Chenzi as they turned to leave.

Behind them, Perfected Lu's expression was so gloomy it could drip water.

The moonlight remained cold and clear.

Yun Ming followed behind Yao Chenzi, walking for a long time, before suddenly speaking: "Elder, about today's matter..."

"No need to say more," Yao Chenzi said without turning his head, "I know that the one surnamed Lu did it on purpose. His nephew is a good-for-nothing, and after failing to get a Medicinal Pill at the Alchemy Hall today, he bore a grudge. The one surnamed Lu wanted to use this opportunity to warn me, so he used you as a pawn."

He paused and looked back at Yun Ming: "You weren't injured, were you?"

Yun Ming shook his head: "No."

Yao Chenzi nodded and turned back to continue walking: "That's good. Be careful in the future; the one surnamed Lu is Ming Huazi's man. Although I don't fear him, I don't wish to invite unnecessary trouble."

Yun Ming was silent.

Yao Chenzi escorted him to the entrance of his Immortal Cave, then turned and left.

Yun Ming acknowledged him and watched him disappear into the night.

He stood at the entrance of his Immortal Cave, gazing at the bright moon, his eyes slightly cold.

"Elder Lu, is it? Bullying me because I'm new, is it!"