333: Everyone was shocked! The power of the Grand Tutor!

Chapter 331: Everyone is Shocked! The Might of the Grand Tutor!

Inside the secret chamber, it was as silent as an abyss.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (First Life)

Realm: Supreme Grandmaster (Initial Entry)

Cultivation Technique: Tiger Cleaving Blade Technique 8/9 (Can be deduced!)

Points: 100

Consume 99 System points to deduce the Tiger Cleaving Blade Technique!

"Deduce!"

Following Lu Xuan's cold shout, the vast and unmatched Gale Force suddenly boiled.

Immediately after, the secret chamber was filled with blinding golden light, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

"Roar—!"

Boom!

The invisible air suddenly tore apart, and nine mountain-like tiger-shaped blade intents burst forth.

Each fierce tiger manifested by the blade intent was lifelike, and between their golden manes, chilling blade light flickered.

The first one assumed a pouncing stance; before its sharp claws arrived, the diamond walls of the secret chamber had already cracked on their own.

The second one was in a howling-at-the-moon posture; amidst the vibrating sound waves, the foundation of the entire training room trembled.

The third one was coiled on the dome; where its tiger tail swept, the air was cut into temporary vacuum zones.

Lu Xuan stood at the center of the storm, his robes completely still.

The ninth blade intent white tiger was the most solid; a blood-colored king mark had actually appeared on its forehead, and ancient, heart-palpitating killing intent flowed within its tiger eyes.

"Roar—"

At the last moment, the nine tigers roared in unison, and the sound waves, like a tangible force, ploughed foot-deep ravines into the walls of the secret chamber.

Those crisscrossing blade marks actually faintly formed an illusory residual image of a tiger painting.

When all the tiger shadows submerged into Lu Xuan's glabella, the entire secret chamber suddenly fell into dead silence.

Only the blade marks on the wall that were still "spreading and growing" proved that the astonishing blade intent just now was not an illusion.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (First Life)

Realm: Supreme Grandmaster (Xiaocheng)

Cultivation Technique: Tiger Cleaving Blade Technique 9/9

Points: 1

Lu Xuan lowered his eyes and gazed at his palm, his fingertips lightly rubbing the pinch of dark red iron filings.

Letting the dust and ash rustle down from between his fingers!

"This is quite a good thing!"

"If there were a bit more, then my Red Dust experience in this life should end very soon."

Lu Xuan's gaze shifted slightly, recalling the strange tremor just before the iron filings vanished—as if a fierce creature that had slept for ten thousand years was stirring upon waking.

These were just incomplete fragments.

If it were a complete item, perhaps the effect would be even more astonishing.

However, none of this matters!

Although this body's "integrity and incorruptibility" led to the Lu Family being dirt poor, still—

From now on, everything in this world shall belong to me!

Lu Xuan stepped out of the secret chamber, and the incredibly sturdy bluestone ground silently cracked.

Within the Gale Force swirling around him, a low tiger roar faintly echoed, and each step he took left three-inch claw marks on the corridor pillars.

Outside the secret chamber door, Old Steward Li's scrawny body trembled violently.

In the Old Butler's turbid pupils, a suffocating scene was reflected—

Lu Xuan's figure twisted and deformed in the morning light.

In a trance, it actually overlapped with the phantom of a gigantic golden tiger stepping on clouds.

Old Butler Old Steward Li's hands trembled uncontrollably; his cultivation at the Major Accomplishment stage of Martial Dao Grandmaster behaved like that of an ordinary person at this moment.

"L-Lord..."

"You..."

His voice caught in his throat; Old Steward Li didn't know if he should say the latter half of the sentence.

He was originally still worried about the Lord becoming possessed by demons.

But, seeing Lu Xuan's vigorous appearance, he immediately doubted life itself.

How was this the weakened state after becoming possessed by demons?

It was clearly a Breakthrough in cultivation, reaching a Martial Dao Secret Realm he had never glimpsed!

The words Old Butler Old Steward Li had said to Lu Jinyun before were just excuses to comfort him.

Becoming possessed by demons was no joke.

For Martial Artists, at best their Martial Dao cultivation would stagnate or regress, and at worst their Martial Dao cultivation would be completely destroyed, their minds would be deranged, and their lives would hang by a thread!

Lu Xuan casually glanced at Old Steward Li.

"What's going on?"

With just this simple glance, Old Steward Li felt as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood were rushing towards him.

The asura fields he had seen when campaigning with the Lord now flashed back on his retina as if they had come alive.

These four plain words exploded in his ears, and only then did Old Steward Li regain his breathing rhythm.

He stared intently at the still-wet bloodstains on the Lord's hem—those were clearly signs of becoming possessed by demons, but why...

"Lord..." Old Steward Li's voice was hoarse beyond recognition, "Young Master Haowu is back."

"At the same time..."

Old Steward Li's aged body was deeply bowed, his scrawny fingers tightly clutching the corner of his clothes, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

His low voice echoed in the courtyard.

"I... also took matters into my own hands."

Every word seemed squeezed out from between his teeth, yet each word was clear.

"From the Valiant Tiger Army, I transferred ten thousand Tiger Roar Guards and forcibly broke into the Heavenly Prison."

"I broke Chen Yuhong's right kneecap—that little brat from the Minister of Rites' family."

"And that bastard from the Minister of War's family, Liu Sheng's left leg, I personally shattered it with the hilt of a blade."

Speaking of this, Old Steward Li suddenly straightened his hunched back, and a trace of fierceness actually appeared on his wrinkled face:

"As for that little beast from Warden Zhang's family... this Old Servant crippled both his legs!"

The last few words were forceful and resonant, stirring up echoes in the courtyard.

There was no fear in Old Steward Li's turbid eyes; instead, they held the determination of someone ready to die—

He knew the Lord's past temperament too well; this action was enough for him to die ten times over.

"Please, Lord..."

Old Butler Old Steward Li heavily kowtowed, his forehead hitting the bluestone slab with a muffled sound.

"Punish me!"

This kowtow shook the wooden hairpin that bound his hair, causing it to break with a snap, and his greyish-white long hair fell loose.

However, the thunderous rage Old Steward Li had anticipated did not descend; instead, what echoed in the courtyard was a spine-chilling... approval?

"Very good."

Old Steward Li's kneeling body trembled violently, and a trace of astonishment flashed across his aged face.

These two words were like the chilling ice of the Nine Netherworlds, making Old Steward Li's hair stand on end.

He subconsciously looked up, meeting Lu Xuan's unfathomable eyes—what surged within them was actually an approval that he found hard to believe!

"Tap."

A drop of cold sweat fell to the ground, splashing up fine dust on the bluestone.

That's right, Old Steward Li panicked!

He was even a little scared.

If he hadn't noticed that the aura of the Lord before him hadn't changed at all.

He would have truly suspected if someone was impersonating the Lord.

"Boom!"

A sudden gust of wind swept through, carrying bamboo leaves and whistling past, and thousands of green shadows intertwined in the air to form the phantom of a gigantic golden tiger.

Old Steward Li's scrawny fingers dug deeply into the bluestone, and traces of blood seeped from between his fingers.

This isn't right...

This is completely wrong.

Old Butler Old Steward Li's turbid pupils contracted violently.

The Lord had always valued rules the most.

In the past, let alone unauthorized movement of the Tiger Roar Guards, even if the manor guards slightly crossed the line, they would be severely punished.

But now...

Everything he had just done was enough for others to die dozens of times over.

It was precisely because of the Lord's character.

Old Steward Li was worried that Lu Jinyun and the Tiger Roar Guards, among others, would all be punished by the Lord.

So, he simply took everything upon himself, enduring the Lord's wrath.

At worst, it was just death.

"Old Steward Li."

Lu Xuan suddenly leaned down, his blood-stained silver whiskers brushing the Old Man's stiff shoulder.

At this distance, Old Steward Li could clearly see—in the depths of the Lord's pupils, a tiger shadow was actually coiled!

"Get up."

Lu Xuan's icy fingers patted his trembling back, the force so light it was unnerving.

Lu Family Inner Manor!

Lu Xuan entered the inner courtyard with his hands behind his back, his dark brocade boots stepping on the bluestone bricks carved with tiger patterns.

These bricks and stones bestowed by the late Emperor still had sharp edges after being polished by the years.

Every tiger pattern seemed to silently narrate the Lu Family's former supreme glory.

Wherever Lu Xuan passed, the servants uniformly prostrated themselves and kowtowed like waves of wheat.

The carved nanmu door creaked open, and a heavy scent of medicine rushed out, mixed with the bitterness of Angelica and the fishy sweetness of cinnabar.

"Uncle!"

"Lord!"

"Lu Xuan!"

"Father Sir!"

Amidst the rising and falling cries of surprise, Lu Xuan's gaze was like lightning, sweeping over everyone in the room.

The crowd in front of the bed parted like a tide—third son Lu Ming knelt prostrate on the ground, his back taut like a drawn bow.

The eldest son of the second branch, Lu Jincheng, stood with his hands by his sides, an almost imperceptible fear flashing in his eyes.

Several daughters-in-law held shark-silk handkerchiefs, their faces half-hidden with unshed tears, yet unable to conceal their prying gazes.

The most eye-catching were the three Old Men dressed in crane-patterned brocade robes.

Zhang Linjing, the head of the Imperial Medical Institute, his fingertips flying, inserted golden needles into the young man's Acupoints like agile snakes.

The frequency of the needle tails' vibration subtly contained the Imperial Medical Institute's secret transmission, the "Nine Revolutions Needle Immortal Technique".

Lu Xuan's eyebrow slightly raised; to have three imperial physicians simultaneously perform this miraculous needle technique.

In the entire Qianning City, only the Lu Family could enjoy such vast imperial favor.

"Grandfather..."

Lu Haowu on the bed struggled to get up, but was pinned back in place by Lu Xuan's stern gaze.

On the young man's exposed shoulder blades, four bone-deep chain wounds glowed with eerie greenish-black.

The edges of the wounds were curled like sawteeth, clearly the marks left by the legendary "Ten Thousand Catty Lock" used to suppress major criminals.

Clang—

The mutton-fat jade bracelet shattered into several pieces on the bluestone, and the eldest daughter-in-law, Madam Liu, had heavily knelt on the ground.

Her well-maintained forehead rested beside the shattered jade, and a patch of crimson quickly spread.

"Father!"

"I beg you... please seek justice for Haowu!"

The choked voice abruptly stopped.

This lady, who had always been dignified, suddenly began to weep heartbrokenly.

Her fingernails stained with nail polish dug deeply into the brick seams, as if to pour out all the pain of losing her husband ten years ago.

Lu Xuan's gaze slightly condensed.

Memories surged like a tide—ten years ago, in the bloody battle in the Northern Territory, the eldest son Lu Jintian died on the battlefield.

And now, the only Bloodline of this Lu Jintian lay before him, on the verge of death.

"If anything happens to Haowu..."

Madam Liu suddenly looked up, a determined light bursting from her swollen eyes.

"This daughter-in-law will follow them, father and son!"

Lu Xuan's hand in his sleeve slightly tightened.

What a host body!

For the meaningless reputation of "impartiality", he could even sacrifice the life of his legitimate grandson.

Such a pedantic old fossil who sought fame, it was simply... a bit against the heavens.

Anyway, Lu Xuan could not do such a thing.

Thump!

At this moment, Lu Jinyun's forehead heavily struck the bluestone, and blood immediately snaked down from between his eyebrows.

His back was held ramrod straight, muscles bulging under his dark martial robe—this was the posture of someone ready to receive family punishment at any moment.

"This child privately mobilized the Tiger Roar Guards and forcibly brought Haowu back."

"Please Father, punish me."

The room instantly fell silent.

The eldest daughter-in-law's sobbing stopped abruptly, and the golden needles of several imperial physicians fell to the ground.

Everyone knew what this meant—unauthorized mobilization of troops to assault the Heavenly Prison, this was a capital crime punishable by extermination of the nine generations of relatives!

"Crack!"

Lu Xuan suddenly crushed a floor tile with one foot.

Under everyone's terrified gaze, he reached out and helped up the kowtowing Lu Jinyun.

"It's alright, I, your Father, will make the arrangements!"

Upon hearing this, the three imperial physicians froze in place, the residual warmth of the golden needles still on their fingertips.

The moment Zhang Jinglin exchanged glances with his colleagues, their pale-as-paper faces were reflected in each other's pupils—

My goodness!

These things, it seems, are not something we little nobodies are qualified to hear.

This is something that will get us killed!

"This subordinate... this subordinate greets Grand Tutor Prefect Hong!"

Zhang Jinglin hurriedly knelt and kowtowed, his forehead pressed against the cold floor tile.

The two young imperial physicians behind him were trembling like sieves!

How is this diagnosing a pulse? It's clearly stepping into a dragon's pool and a tiger's den!

"Grand Tutor Prefect Hong, your grandson's injuries..."

Zhang Jinglin's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice terribly dry.

"In Young Master Haowu's Eight Extraordinary Meridians and Twelve Principal Meridians, the six major Meridians of the Hand Three Yin and Foot Three Yang are all damaged."

"At the same time, there is blood stasis accumulated in the Qi Sea acupoint; if not cleared in time, I'm afraid..."

With each injury reported, the tense atmosphere in the room thickened a bit more.

When speaking of "damaged Dantian and Qi Sea", Zhang Jinglin was suddenly choked by an invisible force, and the latter half of his sentence was forcibly stuck in his throat.

"In the future, Young Master Haowu will not be able to continue practicing martial arts!"

"What did you say?"

Before the words were finished, the figure on the bed suddenly erupted!

"Impossible!"

Lu Haowu, with bloodshot eyes, tore open his collar, revealing the hideous bruises on his chest.

He frantically circulated the Inner Energy within his body, but only resulted in black blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth—

The True Qi that was as easy to command as his own arm in the past now rampaged within his body like a wild horse that had broken free.

"Grandfather, I... I can clearly still feel True Qi!"

"Those damned beasts!"

A cousin of the original body suddenly overturned a low table, amidst the sound of the celadon teacups shattering.

This Old Man, who had always been steady and low-key, had veins bulging.

"How dare they lay such a vicious hand on little Haowu!"

He turned his head to look at Lu Xuan, flames of revenge burning in his eyes.

But upon meeting his elder brother's cold, abyss-like gaze, he involuntarily fell silent.

"Why!"

"I..."

If I can't practice martial arts, what's the difference between that and a cripple!

Boom—

Nine tiger-shaped Gale Force, solidified like substance, suddenly appeared, and the air in the entire wing room stagnated.

Lu Xuan lightly pressed his palm on Lu Haowu's Tianling point, and in an instant, golden light shone brightly.

The vast and boundless Gale Force surged into Lu Haowu's body like rivers pouring backward.

"Argh!"

Lu Haowu's entire body trembled violently, and wisps of black clotted blood overflowed from his seven orifices.

Those internal injuries, before Lu Xuan's supreme Gale Force, were like accumulated snow meeting a scorching sun, instantly melting away.

Even more astonishingly, the hideous wounds on the young man's body actually healed and regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The silver needles in Zhang Jinglin's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter", his old eyes wide and round.

He had practiced medicine for sixty years, but when had he ever seen such a miracle—no need for golden needles to traverse Acupoints, no need for medicinal decoctions to assist.

Merely relying on the profound Gale Force of a Supreme Grandmaster, one could reshape Meridians and regenerate flesh and blood!

This is... Supreme Grandmaster...

The two young imperial physicians muttered to themselves, their legs involuntarily weakening and kneeling on the ground.

They saw golden streams of light flowing along the Meridians under Lu Haowu's pale skin.

Wherever it passed, the broken Meridians automatically reconnected, and the blocked Acupoints were suddenly cleared.

Suddenly, a tiger-like roar resonated from the young man's Dantian.

A golden pillar of light shot up into the sky, blowing away all the roof tiles!