232: Even if I become a ghost, I won’t let you go!

Returning home, Lu Yuchen stood on his balcony, lighting a cigarette between his fingers.

Blue smoke curled, and his thoughts drifted.

From the words of the female captain named Xia Wanqing, he could roughly guess.

On Earth, Cultivators had most likely not appeared, and Spiritual Qi had only emerged recently.

“Spiritual Qi resurgence…”

Lu Yuchen tossed the finished cigarette into the trash can, exhaling the last puff.

This matter was getting more and more interesting.

The next day, at the dinner table.

The atmosphere was a bit strange.

Lu Yuchen looked at his father’s hesitant expression, then glanced at his mother, elder brother, and niece’s faces, all showing a “Are you hiding something from us?” look, and sighed inwardly.

Well, what needed to come would always come.

He put down his chopsticks and cleared his throat.

“Dad, Mom, Big Brother, Xiaoya.”

“There’s something I think it’s time to be honest with you about.”

The family’s gazes all “swished” and focused on him; even Lu Xiaoya, who was scrolling through videos, stopped, her eyes full of curiosity.

Lu Jianguo put down his wine glass; he knew what Lu Yuchen was about to say.

“Actually…” Lu Yuchen organized his words, “I…”

“I am a Cultivator.”

The air fell silent.

After a long while.

“Pfft—” Big Brother Lu Xiangyang spat out a mouthful of soup, choking until his face was red, “Cough, cough, cough… Lu Yuchen, you… you don’t have a fever, do you?”

His mother also touched his forehead with a worried expression.

“You child, what nonsense are you talking about! Did you learn bad things from people outside?!”

Only his father, Lu Jianguo, who already knew about this, remained relatively calm.

“Little Uncle, you…”

Lu Xiaoya also hadn’t expected her little uncle to still be such a chuunibyou.

Lu Yuchen showed a helpless smile on his face.

He knew that merely speaking wouldn’t convince his family.

The next moment.

His mind stirred.

The pair of chopsticks on the table floated up.

They spun twice in the air and then gently landed back in their original position.

The entire dining room fell silent once more.

Big Brother Lu Xiangyang’s mouth was open even wider than before.

His mother’s chopsticks fell to the ground with a “clatter.”

“This… this is…”

“Magic?”

Lu Yuchen smiled and didn’t explain.

He slowly recited the basic chapter of the Tai Xuan Gathering Qi Technique, which he had long since memorized, in a way they could understand.

“This is the introductory Mind-Cultivation Technique of our Tai Xuan Immortal Sect; if you are interested, you may also try it.”

“Whether you can guide Qi into your body and step onto the immortal Dao will depend on your individual fortune.”

…

A week later.

Lu Yuchen looked at the incredibly absurd scene before him, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

Damn it!

What the hell!

Is this reasonable?!

He saw his father, Lu Jianguo, who was nearly sixty years old, currently sitting cross-legged, with faint currents of Qi subtly swirling around him, and even wisps of white Qi rising from above his head!

In just seven days, he had already reached the Peak of the Qi Refining First Level! He was only a thin layer away from the Second Level!

On the other side, his mother, who usually only knew how to do square dancing, and his elder brother, who seemed like an honest man, were also sitting cross-legged; although their phenomena were not as astonishing as his father’s, the fluctuations of magical power emanating from them were undeniable.

They had all… guided Qi into their bodies!

The most outrageous, however, had to be that little girl, Lu Xiaoya!

This girl had just started her second year of university this year, and her Cultivation was also inconsistent, three days fishing and two days drying nets.

Yet, her talent was the most abnormal in the entire family!

In just three short days, she had successfully guided Qi into her body!

Now, she was even using the Tai Xuan Gathering Qi Technique quite skillfully, holding a branch and gesturing with it, muttering to herself.

“Yujian Technique! Go!”

“Slaying demons and devils! I am a Tai Xuan Profound Immortal!”

…

Night, Demon City.

The kaleidoscopic neon lights painted this sleepless city like a dream.

Lin Rourou huddled in the passenger seat, gripping her somewhat faded red dress tightly with both hands, her heart filled with unease.

“Xiangxiang, where… where are we going?”

She turned her head to look at her roommate, Li Xiang, who was sitting beside her, wearing elaborate heavy makeup and an excited expression.

“Oh, Rourou, I told you it’s a friend’s birthday, I’m taking you to see the world!” Li Xiang said impatiently while driving, “Don’t worry, my friend is really nice.”

Soon, the car stopped in front of a lavishly decorated private club, with all sorts of luxury cars parked at the entrance.

As soon as they entered, a decadent mix of alcohol and perfume assailed them.

Inside the private room, it was already packed with people.

At the head was a young man dressed in Versace, wearing a Patek Philippe watch, and with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

The moment he saw Lin Rourou, his eyes instantly glowed green.

“Oh, Xiangxiang, you brought her?”

The young man, the so-called “Young Master Wang,” stood up and approached Lin Rourou, who was already terrified, step by step.

“How could it be you! Xiangxiang, let’s go!”

“Rourou, don’t leave.” He wore what he thought was a charming smile, “I really do like you.”

As he spoke, his hand, adorned with expensive rings, reached out to touch Lin Rourou’s face.

“You… don’t come any closer!”

Lin Rourou retreated again and again in fright, backed into a corner with nowhere left to go.

She looked to her roommate, Li Xiang, for help.

But the latter had already hidden to the side, her eyes filled with schadenfreude and jealousy.

“You ungrateful thing!”

Seeing this, Young Master Wang’s smile instantly vanished, replaced by undisguised fury!

He grabbed Lin Rourou’s hair and slammed her hard onto the ground!

“You don’t know what’s good for you, do you?!”

“Today, this young master will let you know what the hell cruelty is!”

Cold liquid was poured over her head.

Filthy words, unbearable to hear.

Heart-wrenching cries were completely drowned out by the deafening music.

After an unknown amount of time.

When Lin Rourou regained consciousness, she found herself on the club’s rooftop, held by two people.

The cold wind made her red dress, which was already torn and tattered, flap loudly.

“What a pity, she’s so pretty.”

“Hurry up, Young Master ordered us to finish quickly and leave.”

Young Master Wang had already made arrangements and bribed people.

Just an “accident,” a “simple college girl heartbroken by love and unable to cope,” would be enough to cover everything perfectly.

That red dress, in the night wind, was like a blood-red rose about to wither.

“Even if I turn into a vengeful ghost, I will never… let you go!”

The small figure was instantly swallowed by the endless darkness.

At the moment of her fall, a trace of barely perceptible Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, which had just begun to recover, silently merged into her soul, which was filled with endless resentment.

…

September, the start of the school year.

Lu Xiaoya, carrying a brand-new backpack, bid farewell to her family and, with an excited expression, returned to Jinan University after a long absence.

She did not yet know that one of her roommates, and one of her best friends, had already passed away.