338: Land immortal!

Deep within the Lu family's secret vault, the piles of rare treasures from a month ago were gone.

In the dim secret chamber, Lu Xuan sat cross-legged, surrounded by strange spatial fluctuations.

The rare stones that would make the entire Dynasty crazy were now just a pile of powder.

Millennium Ganoderma, ten-thousand-year ginseng kings, and other holy supplements had all turned into nothingness.

Lu Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and a string of dazzling golden data panels flashed in his pupils.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (First Life)

Realm: Land Immortal (Initial Entry)

Cultivation Technique: Tiger Split Blade Technique 15/9

Points: 2000

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, the air in the secret chamber seemingly frozen.

The next moment, golden light as bright as stars flowed in Lu Xuan's eyes, each glimmer containing profound mysteries that transcended the understanding of this world.

"Condense."

At Lu Xuan's soft shout, nine tiger phantoms manifested in the Void Realm.

Most eye-catching were the white and black giant tigers; the white tiger was wrapped in biting cold, freezing everything it touched, while the black tiger spewed monstrous demonic flames, twisting the very space.

"Land Immortal?"

Lu Xuan chuckled, his voice carrying the vicissitudes of crossing ten thousand worlds. "It is quite similar to the Divine Abode True Person of the Tianwu World."

Suddenly, the nine tiger shadows before Lu Xuan surged, each displaying distinctly different heavenly power.

The green tiger summoned wind and thunder, the red tiger spewed flames to boil the seas, the golden tiger was sharp and cut through the Void Realm...

Lu Xuan flicked his finger, and the white and black tigers entangled, evolving into a small world amidst the interweaving of ice and fire.

But in an instant, this void collapsed due to the imbalance of terrifying power.

Lu Xuan closed his five fingers abruptly, and the wails of the nine tigers dissolved into points of light.

"Without the harmonization of a Divine Abode True Person's Divine Thought, no matter how strong the power of heaven and earth is, it is just..."

The dome of the secret chamber was suddenly pierced by an invisible force, and Lu Xuan's gaze penetrated the Nine Heavens: "Just a big knife played with by a child."

"However, the power of this Land Immortal is far beyond the imagination of Mortals."

"Compared to the previous Supreme Grandmaster, Lu Xuan felt dozens of times stronger."

Lu Chang paced back and forth in the bluestone corridor outside the secret vault, his heavy combat boots making "clack, clack" sounds in the silence.

Every quarter of an hour, he would lean close to the door cast from black iron and use the "Sound Transmission" technique.

"Father... are you alright?"

Lu Chang's voice was as thin as a mosquito's, but it contained the Internal Energy fluctuations of a Grandmaster.

However, the secret vault remained deathly silent, without even a trace of Aura.

"Old Steward Li!"

Lu Chang turned abruptly, his heavy black armor reflecting a dark sheen in the sunlight.

"The Second Brother and the others must have arrived in Dongyang County!"

"That group of bald donkeys from Baoxiang Temple... they are troublesome!"

Old Steward Li's withered fingers gripped a primitive blade tightly.

This Martial Dao Grandmaster (Major Achievement) of the Lu family had fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Fifth Young Master... things have come to this, we cannot panic."

Old Steward Li looked calm on the surface, but inwardly he thought it was bad.

If it were just those bald donkeys from Baoxiang Temple, they wouldn't pose much of a threat to the Second Young Master and the others.

What worried Old Steward Li most was the abbot of Baoxiang Temple, that old bastard Huanmie.

That was a bona fide Supreme Grandmaster, just like his own master.

As a Martial Dao Grandmaster (Major Achievement), Li knew better than anyone what the words "Supreme Grandmaster" meant.

"Fifth Young Master..." Li's voice was hoarsely terrifying. "Do you know what a Supreme Grandmaster is?"

"One hundred thousand troops?" Li laughed miserably. "In front of a true Supreme Grandmaster, they are nothing but..."

"Just clay chickens and pottery dogs!"

The so-called Supreme Grandmaster had long since transcended the Mortal understanding of power.

It was a terrifying existence that stood above ten thousand troops, absolutely not something that could be countered by human sea tactics.

They were human-shaped natural disasters walking between heaven and earth, capable of breaking stones and severing gold with a mere gesture.

In front of a Supreme Grandmaster, an army was just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

With a single thought, they could shuttle through heavy military Formations like ghosts.

Taking an enemy's head from among ten thousand troops was as easy as reaching into a bag.

This terrifying power was enough to make anyone in the world fearful.

"But we can't just... sit and wait for death!"

Lu Chang's hand pressed on the hilt of his sword, then slumped away.

He knew better than anyone the consequences of rashly disturbing someone in seclusion.

Everyone in the Lu family remembered clearly what happened when his father suffered from "Qi Deviation" last month.

The reason for his father's drastic change in personality was also because of that Qi Deviation.

It was already a drastic change in personality last time; if it happened again, the Lu family's sky would truly collapse.

Just then, the secret vault door suddenly made a "click" sound.

Through the crack, a ray of golden light slowly seeped out... as bright as the morning sun!

"Click—"

Lu Chang instinctively raised his hand to block it, only to see a slender figure stepping out of the light.

Lu Xuan's robes fluttered without wind, every fold seemingly containing the power to destroy heaven and earth.

"Father!"

Lu Chang didn't have time to be happy before he knelt on one knee and reported everything.

"It's that bunch of bald donkeys from Baoxiang Temple who robbed our Lu family of three carts of rare stones!"

"I know."

Three words, understated.

Immediately after, Lu Xuan reached out one hand and lifted Lu Chang up.

"Let's go."

Lu Xuan took Lu Chang and stepped into the high sky, heading straight into the distance.

Seeing Lu Xuan fly, Li was filled with shock.

He had just seen countless golden tiger shadows swirling in Lu Xuan's pupils...

That was not a look a human should have; it was like a god looking down on ants.

Could it be that Master's martial Realm...

This is impossible!

Outside Dongyang County, the hundred-mile radius of Mt. Wanfo was shrouded in a murderous Aura.

The hundred thousand Huwei Army lined up at the foot of the mountain, their iron armor like a forest.

The heavy cavalry in the front row held twelve-foot spears, the cold light of the spear tips connecting into a silver ocean.

The military banners snapped, the ferocious tiger heads on the flags seemingly about to break out.

In front of the mountain gate, the "Subduing Demon Vajra Formation" formed by three thousand warrior monks was magnificent.

The front row of eighteen hundred staff monks formed a copper wall and iron fortress.

The middle row of eleven hundred monks with precepts knives reflected blinding Buddha light.

The last hundred chanting monks had their Sanskrit chanting condense into golden " 卍" characters in the air, all formed by the projection of Inner Energy.

In the ancient pavilion on the mountain peak, Great Master Huanmie held a purple clay teacup, the tea inside spinning into a vortex on its own.

The old monk smiled at the opposite side: "Does Daoist Brother Xuyang think this Formation of mine is acceptable?"

Daoist Xuyang tapped the stone table with his fingertips, and a Taiji pattern immediately appeared on the hard bluestone: "Three thousand monks share the same heart, the Buddha light has reached the Transcendent Realm."

On the top of Mt. Wanfo, the sea of clouds churned.

A green jade chessboard hovered on the edge of the cliff, black and white pieces fighting on their own.

Great Master Huanmie held the teacup, the tea inside moving without wind, turning into a water dragon circling.

"Daoist Brother Xuyang overpraises."

Great Master Huanmie tapped his fingertip, and the black piece on the chessboard suddenly turned into an afterimage and fell onto the board.

"Compared to your sect's Nine-Turn True Yang Formation that can burn mountains and boil seas, this mere Subduing Demon Formation of mine..."

Above Mt. Wanfo, Lu Jinyun's voice sounded like Nine Heavens divine thunder, shaking the wilderness with majestic Internal Energy.

"Monks of Baoxiang Temple, listen to me!"

This angry shout actually caused the three thousand warrior monks' Subduing Demon Formation to stagnate.

Lu Jinyun stood in the air, the Marshal's Golden Order hanging at his waist blooming with blinding blood light, reflecting seven large characters in the clouds.

Grand Marshal of the Armed Forces!

"Those three carts of rare stones are imperial tributes!"

"You Baoxiang Temple seized them by force, are you trying to rebel?"

As soon as these words came out, the foot of the mountain was in turmoil.

Hundreds of young monks changed color, their precept knives trembling slightly.

A delicate-looking little novice monk had his legs go weak, his prayer beads "snapped" and broke, the Bodhi seeds rolling all over the ground.

"Under the whole heaven, is it not the King's land!"

"On the shores of the land, are they not the King's ministers!"

Lu Jinyun's voice was like a bell, each word wrapped in sharp Sword Qi.

"Today, this family head, in the name of Grand Tutor, declares to the world!"

Lu Jinyun pulled out his sword, and wherever the blade pointed, the golden " 卍" seals above the heads of the three thousand warrior monks dimmed simultaneously.

"If the tribute is not returned within one hour, within three days, a million-strong army will surely flatten Mt. Wanfo."

"Even your secular relatives will be punished by association."

"You will die without a burial place!"

In the ancient pavilion on the mountain peak, the purple clay teacup in Great Master Huanmie's hand suddenly exploded.

The old monk's eyes flashed, but he saw that more than a hundred monks in the Formation below had confused expressions—these were mostly refugees who had become monks halfway, how could they withstand such heart-piercing words?

"What a Lu Jinyun..."

"He actually knows such a ruthless trick..."

Because no one could remain calm after being listed as a rebel of the Great Qian Dynasty.

The sky above Mt. Wanfo was suddenly silent, only Lu Jinyun's voice echoing in the mountains like muffled thunder.

The Formation of the three thousand warrior monks visibly wavered, and the faces of hundreds of monks turned pale instantly—the word "rebellion" was heavy as a thousand jun!

Those young monks with shallow cultivation began to tremble with their precept knives.

A novice monk in grey monk robes had his legs go weak and he knelt on the ground with a "thump".

The prayer beads in his hand snapped suddenly, and the sound of the Bodhi seeds rolling down the cliff was particularly harsh in the deathly silence.

"Senior... Senior Brother..." The novice monk trembled as he looked at the staff-wielding monk beside him.

"My secular family still has my old father, old mother... they will also be implicated."

"Shut up!"

The leading monk roared, but he saw his own staff also trembling slightly.

He discovered in horror that the staff was already covered in fine cracks—this was a sign of a wavering state of mind!

After all, monks who could truly see through the Mortal World and sever secular relationships were few and far between!

If his actions today caused his nine clans to be implicated, he would regret it forever.

"What a ruthless method..."

At this time, Daoist Xuyang narrowed his eyes, looking at the Formation below that was already showing signs of collapse.

"Using the righteousness of the imperial court to suppress people, this is to disrupt the state of mind of your Buddhism!"

A million-strong army was at the gates.

Everyone knew very well that Lu Jinyun, as the head of the Lu family, was not joking when he said this.

Because behind Lu Jinyun was that Grand Tutor Lu, who held power over the court and controlled the armed forces of the world.

What that Grand Tutor Lu said was sometimes more effective than the Emperor of Great Qian.

If he said you were rebelling, then you were rebelling, and you couldn't argue it!

"Amitabha!"

"Patron Lu is quite eloquent!"

A Buddha's name rang through the sky like a great bell, and Great Master Huanmie floated down from the mountain peak, stepping on a golden lotus.

Each step the old monk took, a nine-petaled lotus phantom transformed from Gale Force bloomed under his feet, completely neutralizing the pressure of the military Formation set up by Lu Jinyun.

Seeing Great Master Huanmie, Lu Jinyun's pupils shrank. He suppressed the palpitations in his heart and bowed.

"Lu family head, Lu Jinyun, greets Great Master Huanmie!"

"If the Master can return those three carts of rare stones, I am willing to guarantee in the name of the family head..."

Before he finished speaking, a shrill voice suddenly came from behind the monks: "The Imperial Decree has arrived—"

An old eunuch in crimson palace robes walked out slowly. The bright yellow silk in his hand made people unable to open their eyes in the sunlight.

As the imperial decree unfolded, the four characters "Received from Heaven" deeply pierced the eyes of Lu Jinyun and the others.

"By the order of the Emperor, effective immediately, Great Master Huanmie of Baoxiang Temple and Daoist Xuyang of Qingyang Temple are conferred as State-Protecting Great Dharma Masters, as if I were present in person!"

" So be it. (Respect this) —"

The last tail sound was dragged out very long, causing echoes in the valley.

The three thousand warrior monks instantly gained great momentum, and the golden light of the Subduing Demon Formation surged by three feet.

And among the hundred thousand Huwei Army, some generals already had expressions of hesitation.

Lu Jinyun and the other two turned pale as iron, their True Qi overflowing uncontrollably, forming a circle of distorted Aura around the three of them.

"Is this His Majesty's imperial decree?"

Lu Jinyun squeezed these words out through his teeth, his voice terrifyingly low.

He stared at the bright yellow imperial decree, the killing intent in his eyes almost condensing into substance.

That person in the palace was clearly trying to slap their Lu family's face in front of everyone in the world!

Lu Jinhua suddenly pressed his hand on the sword at his waist and transmitted his voice: "Second Brother, something is wrong."

"The imperial decree didn't come early or late, but chose this time..."

Lu Jinwu also spoke in time: "Second Brother, I'm afraid there has been a conspiracy in the court for a long time..."

The three looked at each other and reached a consensus instantly.

Lu Jinyun suddenly laughed, but his laughter was piercingly cold.

"Good!"

"Very good!"

He waved his hand violently, and the hundred thousand Huwei Army moved upon the order, retreating like a tide.

But anyone could see that this was not a rout, but a fierce tiger temporarily retracting its claws.

"Great Master Huanmie..." Lu Jinyun glanced at the mountain peak one last time before leaving.

"I hope you... do not regret today's choice."

Just as the three turned around, the space suddenly froze.

Great Master Huanmie's figure appeared in front of them like a ghost.

Immediately, he clasped his withered hands in a bow, his monk robes fluttering without wind.

"Amitabha..." Great Master Huanmie's smile was kind, but dangerous golden light flashed in his eyes.

"The three patrons have a predestined relationship with my Buddha, why not stay in my temple for a few days?"

"Kill!"

Realizing something was wrong, Lu Jinyun and the three shouted simultaneously, the Aura of Martial Dao Grandmasters rising to the sky.

"Interesting."

Great Master Huanmie's eyes flashed with golden light: "Grand Tutor Lu has indeed taught a few good sons."