332: Lu Xuan’s plan is to pretend to be possessed!

Chapter 330: Lu Xuan's Plan, Pretending to Go Berserk!

"Father?"

"You?"

Lu Jin Yun stared blankly at the golden token in his palm, the cold metallic touch reminding him.

None of this was an illusion.

The token reflected dazzling light under the sun, the seven gilded seal characters 'Grand Marshal of the Armed Forces' stinging his eyes.

This was the first time in Lu Jin Yun's life that he had touched this token symbolizing supreme military authority.

But before his fingertips could warm the cold metal, a dull thud suddenly sounded in his ears.

Suddenly, a splash of warm liquid splattered onto his face.

Lu Xuan's throat surged with a bloody sweetness, and a crimson mist of blood, mixed with fragmented internal energy, gushed out.

Lu Jin Yun's pupils constricted. He only saw his Father's face turn crimson like blood, and terrifying red light burst forth from his eyes.

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar, a shockwave carrying fierce Gale Force exploded outwards from Lu Xuan.

Lu Jin Yun and the old steward were sent flying backwards like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily against the blue brick wall.

"Father!"

"Lord!"

Two exclamations sounded simultaneously.

The two, who had not yet recovered from their dizziness, scrambled up from the scattered porcelain, stumbling towards the chaotic-Aura Lu Xuan.

"Stop!"

Lu Xuan's blood-stained palm pressed down in mid-air.

Instantly, a translucent, invisible wall of energy rose up, violently repelling the two who were rushing forward.

"Drip—"

Crimson drops of blood rolled down Lu Xuan's chin, splattering into strange, enchanting blood-lotuses on the bluestone slab.

The old steward suddenly trembled violently, pointing at the turbulent Gale Force surging around Lu Xuan, his voice filled with terror.

"Lord, this... this is clearly a sign of going berserk!"

Lu Xuan propped himself up weakly, a muffled groan escaping his throat.

A hint of undetectable cold light flickered in his aged eyes, quickly turning into an expression of pain.

Very good!

Excellent!

Someone spoke up for him.

As a Supreme Grandmaster standing at the Peak of the Martial Dao, it was effortless for Lu Xuan to mobilize the Gale Force within his body to impact his Meridians and create a false appearance.

He only needed to control the flow of his true energy and add a touch of well-timed disarray to make this act of going berserk appear extremely realistic.

Watching the panicked and anxious looks of the two in front of him, Lu Xuan suppressed the curve of his lips.

Continuing to feign extreme weakness, he was already calculating his next move in his heart.

Lu Xuan wanted to use the excuse of going berserk to conceal the reason for his drastic change in personality.

"Lord!"

The old steward stumbled forward, about to rush over, "I'll go fetch..."

"Step back!"

Lu Xuan suddenly roared, his sleeves billowing and stirring up waves of violent energy.

Immediately after, Lu Xuan staggered back several steps, his robes fluttering without wind, and his white hair wildly dancing.

This posture would make anyone who saw it believe it was a sign of going berserk.

Lu Jin Yun in the distance gripped the token tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He watched his Father's 'painful' appearance, unaware that this 'berserk' Grandmaster was currently precisely controlling the fluctuation of every trace of energy within his body.

"It was merely a slight deviation in my energy while practicing the blade technique; there's no need for you to panic."

A hoarse chuckle escaped Lu Xuan's throat, and a forced curve appeared at his blood-stained lips.

"It's just a minor case of going berserk; I'll recover after a few days of recuperation."

Lu Xuan's voice was hoarse and low, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a patch of dark red immediately spread on his black sleeve.

"Jin Yun, Old Steward Li."

His gaze was like lightning, sweeping over the two of them,

"The two of you must quickly investigate this case and do not tarnish my Lu Family's reputation."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Xuan's figure began to blur.

The fallen leaves in the courtyard suddenly stirred without wind, forming a vortex around him.

The old steward Old Steward Li was just about to speak when he saw Lu Xuan cast a final look.

"Remember—"

This whisper sounded directly beside their ears,

"Don't disappoint me!"

When the whirlwind dissipated, only a few swirling fallen leaves and the still-wet bloodstains remained on the ground.

Lu Jin Yun stared blankly in the direction where his Father had disappeared, the golden token in his hand suddenly becoming incredibly heavy.

Suddenly, Old Steward Li's hand firmly gripped Lu Jin Yun's wrist, his withered knuckles digging deep into the flesh, and pale finger marks instantly appeared.

Before Lu Jin Yun could speak, sharp light suddenly burst forth from the old steward Old Steward Li's cloudy eyes.

His hunched body seemed to suddenly straighten, his robes billowed around him, as if a fierce wind was surging within his sleeves.

"Second Young Master!"

Old Steward Li's furious roar shook the bronze bells hanging under the corridors on both sides, causing them to buzz.

"Lord, as one of the three Supreme Grandmasters of Great Qian, how could a mere case of going berserk harm him in the slightest!"

Before he finished speaking, an incomparably vast amount of Gale Force erupted around the old steward Old Steward Li like a volcanic eruption.

The hundred-year-old locust tree in the courtyard was shaken, sending leaves flying, and the blue brick ground cracked like a spiderweb centered around him.

Even the lanterns hanging under the eaves were shattered by this powerful surge of energy.

This seemingly frail old man, at this moment, his Aura was as sharp as an unsheathed peerless weapon, his hunched back supporting a chilling Aura.

Lu Jin Yun watched the surging, powerful Aura around the old steward, his pupils suddenly constricting.

At this moment, Lu Jin Yun finally remembered the old man's strength.

An existence at the Major Accomplishment stage of the Grandmaster Realm!

It was this old man who, back then, carried a rusty saber and charged in and out of the enemy camps seven times, personally beheading three Martial Dao Grandmasters.

Therefore, in Qianning City, this imperial capital where crouching tigers and hidden dragons reside.

How could Old Steward Li, who could be called the 'Lu Family's Steadfast Needle,' be an ordinary person!

It's just that the old steward Old Steward Li's life was forcefully pulled back by Father from the path to the Yellow Springs.

Since then, Old Steward Li, this Grandmaster expert, tied his life to the Lu Family, staying by their side like a shadow for decades, through winter and summer.

"Go!"

Old Steward Li roared, his Gale Force condensed into an invisible lift, pulling Lu Jin Yun through the air.

Their figures, like arrows released from a bowstring, streaked across the sky and left the courtyard.

Outside the Lu Family Treasury, dozens of elite guards clad in Xuan Iron armor froze.

What did they see?

That Supreme Grandmaster known as the 'Pillar of Great Qian'.

At this moment, he was covered in blood, and dazzling drops of blood clung to his silver-white beard.

His luxurious black brocade robe was soaked dark red, particularly glaring under the sunlight.

"Lo-Lord?"

The voice of the leading guard captain trembled, and the long spear in his hand clanged as it hit the ground.

—This was the Grand Marshal of the Armed Forces, a peerless expert who was also a Supreme Grandmaster.

Ten years ago, he single-handedly suppressed the northern rebellion; ten years ago, he beheaded the Barbarian Great Priest with a single sword strike; ten years ago, a cold snort in the imperial court shattered the hidden weapons of three attacking Grandmasters.

Such a peerless expert could also be injured?

The next moment, Lu Xuan raised his hand to stop everyone from coming forward, his blood-stained sleeve reflected in their eyes.

"It's nothing."

"Lead the way!"

Lu Xuan's expression was calm, his voice as cold as ice, his hands clasped behind his back.

Hearing this, the guard captain in front quickly stepped forward and pushed open the heavy Xuan Iron door.

In an instant, a rich aroma of medicinal herbs assailed them—but what greeted their eyes were rows and rows of empty wooden shelves, so clean they could reflect a person!

"This..."

After seeing the scene inside clearly, Lu Xuan's pupils sharply constricted.

His temples throbbed violently, and he almost failed to maintain the persona of a severely injured person.

What kind of joke is this?

The treasury of this body's residence, belonging to the dignified Grand Marshal of the Armed Forces.

It was actually so clean that even if a mouse came, it would have to shed tears and beg for two grains of rice?

Translate this for me, what is a surprise!

Translate this, what the hell is a surprise!

Lu Xuan's figure, standing with his hands behind his back, cast a deep shadow in the empty treasury.

"What's going on here?"

Lu Xuan's calm question echoed in the stone chamber, but it made the guards behind him feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The guard captain opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty...

No?

How could this be?

It was clearly the list that Lord you personally drafted, exchanging half of the treasures in the storage for life-saving grain.

If it were someone else asking, the guard captain would really want to point at his nose and curse loudly.

Are you fucking senile?

This isn't your doing, and you still have the nerve to question us!

However, facing Lu Xuan, the guard captain naturally did not dare to speak like this.

"Rep-Reporting, Lord..."

The guard captain's voice was terribly dry.

"These were all... taken by the Second Master under your personal order..."

"Three years ago, during the great drought in the northern region, twelve hu of East Sea pearls bestowed by His Majesty were sold..."

"Five years ago, during the flood in the Southern Border, the stored thousand-year ganoderma lucidum, a total of thirty stalks, were pawned..."

"Then last year, when the Royal Palace was renovated, over five hundred Xuan Iron weapons were donated!"

"........"

With every sentence, Lu Xuan's mouth twitched.

Good heavens, the original owner donated his entire family fortune.

You like being a Saint, huh!

He had meticulously planned this, fully expecting to find some Heavenly Spiritual Objects, rare treasures, and exotic items in the Lu Family Treasury to replenish his System points.

When he was in the Tianwu World, he had repeatedly caused his System points to skyrocket with those precious items, and his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.

But now, the Lu Family Treasury before him was pitifully empty, barer than a clean porcelain bowl.

"Is that so?"

"It seems this general is truly senile!"

Lu Xuan gritted his teeth, the anger in his heart burning like a raging fire.

A treasury without treasures is merely a facade, simply a huge joke!

Who can stand this? Anyway, Lu Xuan stated that he couldn't stand it at all.

Suddenly, Lu Xuan's gaze froze, and he locked onto the innermost part of the wooden shelf.

That dusty wooden box!

It seemed to be the only item in the entire treasury that hadn't been emptied.

"What is that?"

The guard captain looked up, his face instantly turning ashen: "Reporting, Lord, that is... it is a family rule you established, stating that no descendant of the Lu Family is ever to use this item..."

"That is a precious relic left by the Lu Family ancestors!"

Lu Xuan had no mood to listen to his rambling; he impatiently waved his sleeve through the air.

A solidified Gale Force shot out like a sharp blade, accurately hitting the wooden box.

With a crisp 'crack', the wooden box opened in response, and old dust filled the air.

Everyone looked closely and saw a rusty horseshoe lying quietly in the box.

Its surface was covered in dark red rust stains, and the edges were still clinging to some dried mud, emitting an old and decayed Aura.

Anyone who saw this shabby appearance would think.

This was just some junk casually picked up by some fellow from a dilapidated stable.

However, a strange light flickered in Lu Xuan's eyes, and he reached out his palm and grabbed in the air.

An invisible suction force instantly enveloped the horseshoe.

As if summoned, the horseshoe flew up with a 'whoosh'.

It swiftly flew towards him against the wind, landing steadily in Lu Xuan's palm.

Lu Xuan tightly gripped the broken iron, and after seeing the information on the System panel, the corner of his mouth slightly curved upwards.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (First Life)

Realm: Supreme Grandmaster (Initial Stage)

Cultivation Method: Tiger Splitting Blade Technique! (8/9)

Points: 0

Heavenly Spiritual Energy detected, extract?

Very good!

.........

Qianning City!

In the damp imperial prison, the sound of dripping water mixed with the smell of blood was particularly grating in the darkness.

Lu Haowu was hanging from the torture rack by four Xuan Iron chains, his thin prisoner's clothes long since torn to shreds by whips, revealing the gruesome wounds beneath.

Blood dripped from his fingertips, pooling into a dark red puddle on the dirty ground.

"You bastard, after publicly harassing Ning Xue on the street, you still dare to mention the word 'wronged'?"

In front of Lu Haowu were three young men.

Chen Yuhong—son of the Minister of Rites—sneered and used his whip to lift Lu Haowu's chin.

Behind him, Liu Sheng, son of the Minister of War, was toying with a heated branding iron.

And Zhang Li, the prison warden's son, was grinning sinisterly as he turned the winch on the torture rack.

"Your grandfather, that old bastard..." Liu Sheng suddenly leaned closer, the branding iron swaying before Lu Haowu's eyes.

"And the Lu Family, perhaps they will soon be confiscated and exterminated by His Majesty!"

"Liu Sheng!"

"You're courting death—!"

Lu Haowu suddenly erupted, the chains clanging!

His eyes were crimson like blood, and he actually forcefully snapped a chain, scaring Liu Sheng and Zhang Li into stumbling back.

"What are you afraid of!"

Chen Yuhong kicked Lu Haowu in the abdomen.

"No matter how arrogant his Lu Family is, can they be more arrogant than the king's law?"

Suddenly—

"Boom!!!"

The heavy Xuan Iron gate of the imperial prison was shattered by a tremendous force!

In the smoke and dust, a figure shot through the air, embedding itself deeply into the torture rack.

It was an imperial prison guard who had been sent flying!

Immediately after, within the imperial prison, the sound of clashing iron armor continuously echoed, getting closer and closer...

Those were the direct troops of the Lu Family, the Tiger Roar Guards!

Ten thousand Xuan Iron armored heavy cavalry entered as if into an uninhabited land, the chilling glint of their blades illuminating the dim dungeon brightly.

Before the guards could react, they were pinned to the ground, cold blades pressed against their throats.

Lu Jin Yun strode into the cell, but his pupils constricted when he saw Lu Haowu on the torture rack—

Covered in blood, four Xuan Iron chains were deeply embedded in his flesh, and even chilling Bai Gu could be seen at his shoulder blades.

"Haowu!"

Lu Jin Yun's voice trembled, and just as he was about to step forward, a residual image suddenly flashed past his side.

"Crack!"

Crisp sounds of bone cracking echoed throughout the cell.

Old Steward Li's withered figure flashed like a ghost, his saber hilt striking out three times in succession.

Chen Yuhong, son of the Minister of Rites, was the first to howl and kneel, his right leg twisted at a bizarre angle.

Next was Liu Sheng, the sound of his kneecap shattering was teeth-gnashing.

Finally, Zhang Li was swept away by a blow from the back of the saber, crashing heavily against the wall.

"Uncle Li!"

Seeing this, Lu Jin Yun quickly tried to stop him.

"Father's side..."

Old Steward Li stood with his saber sheathed, his aged face chillingly severe: "Second Young Master, it's fine."

"I will explain to Lord."

Suddenly, Liu Sheng on the ground looked up ferociously: "Old geezer!"

"You dare to hit me, my father is the Minister of War..."

"Minister of War?" Old Steward Li sneered: "You brat, what is he?"

A cold light flashed in Lu Jin Yun's eyes, and he decisively waved his hand, issuing an order.

"Withdraw!"

"Take Haowu and return to the mansion immediately!"