395: Grandpa, help! ! ! !

Chapter 387: Grandpa, Help Me!!!!

“Pfft—”

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from the old Daoist’s mouth like an arrow, splattering a shocking bloom of blood on the pristine white wall.

Inside the luxurious villa in the center of Yingnan City, a sudden earth-shattering roar echoed.

The old man, dressed in a dark green Daoist robe, stumbled backward, his crimson eyes filled with horror.

His withered hand desperately clutched the edge of the offering table, but he, along with the table, toppled to the ground.

The three sacrificial offerings on the table rolled everywhere, chicken blood and glutinous rice mixed into a mess.

Even more terrifying, the fallen red candle had ignited the silk tablecloth, and the flames greedily licked at the scattered talismans.

The Disciples guarding the door burst in, only to be struck with Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering by the sight before them.

The entire secret room looked as if it had experienced a blood rain; the walls, floor, and even the ceiling were splattered with mottled bloodstains.

The old Daoist slumped in a pool of blood, his Daoist crown askew, his former immortal-like appearance completely gone.

“Revered Master!”

Several young Disciples, their faces ashen, practically scrambled on all fours to the old man’s side.

One of them accidentally stepped into the chicken blood covering the floor, stumbled, and knelt, his knees hitting the broken porcelain shards, yet he didn't feel it.

He only focused on using his trembling hands to help the limp body on the ground.

“Great Master Tang! This, this is…”

Several richly dressed villa owners stood frozen, their pampered faces filled with shock.

The man in the suit standing in the middle was also a real estate tycoon from Dragon Kingdom.

And the bejeweled noblewoman beside him clutched the jade necklace on her chest tightly, her meticulously manicured nails digging deep into her palms.

“The Lu Family… actually has such an expert presiding?”

Great Master Tang shakily regained his footing, his old, heavily wrinkled face twisted hideously.

His sinister gaze was fixed on the pair of figurines on the offering table—the female figurine had already exploded into pieces, scattered like severed limbs.

In the flickering candlelight, one could clearly see that each piece of paper was densely written with the three characters “Lu Keyi” and her birthdate.

At this moment, the old Daoist suddenly coughed violently again, a sweet, metallic taste rising in his throat.

The extremely rigid Qi that had rebounded from the curse earlier was like a scorching sun crashing down.

If not for the vast distance, he would probably have had his Meridians completely severed and exploded to death by now!

“Immortal Master who has embraced the Essence!!!”

“Impossible… This is absolutely impossible!”

Great Master Tang suddenly shrieked like a madman, his ten withered fingers digging deep into his white hair.

His cloudy eyes were bloodshot, staring at the mess on the ground as if he had seen a ghost.

“How could a Great Grandmaster of such caliber be hidden in Yifeng Province!”

The old Daoist’s voice was distorted and off-key, as if he was trying to convince himself.

He had clearly felt that the destructive, supreme Yang power was the purest Physical Body strength.

There was no fluctuation of magical arts, purely the terrifying Qi release of a National Martial Arts expert!

This completely subverted his understanding.

One must know that in this current era of declining Dao, which Great Grandmaster capable of Cultivating National Martial Arts to the Realm of Embracing the Essence wasn't an old monster living in seclusion?

How could it be…

Even he, a renowned Revered Master of the esoteric arts in Dragon Kingdom, was not qualified to meet a peerless Great Grandmaster like an Immortal Master who has embraced the Essence.

“Hahaha… I was wrong, so wrong… I must have overthought it!”

Great Master Tang suddenly threw his head back and laughed maniacally, completely disregarding the astonished gazes of those around him.

He haphazardly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, a sinister gleam flickering in his eyes.

“If the Lu Family truly had an old monster of the Embracing the Essence Realm presiding, I would have been Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering by now!”

He sneered, kicking away the fragments of talismans at his feet, “It must be an Hua Jin Grandmaster… No wonder the Lu Family can stand firm in Yingnan City, they actually have such a trump card hidden.”

The next moment, Great Master Tang suddenly reined in his smile, his sinister gaze sweeping over everyone present, finally settling on several Personal Disciples: “Interesting… This is a worthy opponent for me.”

“Draw blood.”

Great Master Tang’s voice suddenly became unusually soft, yet it sent shivers down everyone’s spines.

“Twenty drops of heart blood from each of you, I will now set up the ‘Nine Evil Qi Blood Gathering Array’.”

He suddenly grinned, revealing his uneven, yellow teeth: “It’s a good opportunity for me to see whether the supreme Yang Qi of the Lu Family’s Hua Jin Grandmaster is more formidable, or if my blood array, which gathers the Nine Yin Evil Qi, is superior.”

Upon hearing this, the Disciples’ faces turned ashen, but they dared not defy their Revered Master’s command.

One of them trembling took out nine celadon bowls and arranged them in a line on the offering table.

In the candlelight, the rims of the bowls gleamed with a chilling cold light.

The remnants of the satin cloth on the offering table still emitted wisps of smoke, and the Disciples frantically patted out the last few sparks.

Amidst the chaos, only the figurine with “Lu Yuanhao”’s birthdate written on it remained perfectly intact, casting a grotesque shadow in the flickering candlelight.

Great Master Tang's veiny hand suddenly clenched the figurine, his withered fingers almost digging into the paulownia wood.

A ruthless glint flashed in his cloudy eyes—he would let this little beast who murdered his son become the sacrifice for his remote battle against the Lu Family’s Hua Jin Grandmaster!

By common sense, facing an Hua Jin Grandmaster who could release Qi, even a Revered Master of esoteric arts like Great Master Tang should retreat three paces.

One must know that an Hua Jin Grandmaster who had reached such a profound Realm was already standing at the peak of Dragon Kingdom’s National Martial Arts, only a hair's breadth away from the legendary Embracing the Essence Realm.

Cold sweat seeped from Great Master Tang’s wrinkled forehead; he knew better than anyone that opposing such a figure was akin to a moth flying into a flame, burning itself to death.

That supremely rigid and Yang Qi was precisely the bane of Yin evil arts.

A slight misstep could lead to self-immolation, resulting in severed Meridians and Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!

However, at this moment, Great Master Tang’s cloudy old eyes churned with boundless hatred.

His withered fingers clenched the figurine tightly, his nails digging deep into the paulownia wood—Lu Yuanhao, this beast, had actually caused his Tang Family lineage to be cut off!

“Blood debt… must be paid with blood… One person’s blood is not enough to repay the debt!!!”

Great Master Tang squeezed these words through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse like a demon’s whisper.

What Perfection Hua Jin Grandmaster, what Qi backlash, none of it mattered anymore.

Since his only son had died tragically, right or wrong no longer mattered; he would make the entire Lu Family bury themselves with his son!

Just as Great Master Tang was in a frenzy, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Dragon Kingdom real estate magnate, who had remained silent all this time.

He said nothing, but he had already clearly understood the situation in his mind.

Regarding the matter of dealing with the Lu Family, a National Martial Arts expert of the Hua Jin Grandmaster had now intervened.

This was not good news for him.

Of course, if he could eliminate this Lu Family with the help of Great Master Tang, that would be the best outcome.

If this matter was botched, he knew too well the methods of the big shot behind the scenes.

Once the matter was exposed, he would probably have to bear all the consequences.

In the Revered Master bedroom of the Lu Family villa, Lu Guangchen sat on a rosewood chair beside the sickbed.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the unconscious Lu Yuanhao, his hands clenched into fists.

Standing behind him was his cousin, Lu Guanghai.

This direct descendant of the Old Dog Lu Yulong lineage, though lean in build, concealed unimaginable explosive power, and his fitted black suit outlined the fluid muscle lines on his body.

As one of the legitimate successors of “Wanhui Guilongquan,” Lu Guanghai, at only thirty-five years old, had already reached the Major Achievement of Hidden Strength Realm.

Yet, no one would have imagined that this Lu Family Disciple, with profound martial arts attainments, was also the uncrowned king of Yingnan City’s underground world.

Lu Guangchen was slightly less skilled, his Minor Achievement of Hidden Strength Realm cultivation was still enough to dominate Yingnan City.

This was the Lu Family’s rule for centuries—regardless of gender, from the age of five, they had to soak in medicinal baths and diligently Cultivate the fist techniques passed down by Lu Xuan, morning and night without fail.

At this moment, the subtle oppressive aura emanating from the two brothers was a testament to decades of arduous Cultivation.

Lu Guanghai gazed at Lu Yuanhao, whose Qi was as faint as a wisp of smoke, on the sickbed, a terrifying Evil Qi churning in his sharp eyes.

His knuckles cracked audibly, and the chill emanating from him seemed to drop the room temperature by several degrees.

“In this small corner of Yingnan City…”

Lu Guanghai’s voice was deep, as if it came from Hell, every word imbued with a bloody scent.

“It has always been the Lu Family who makes people kneel and beg for mercy.”

This emperor of Yingnan City’s underground suddenly slammed his fist on the solid wooden bedpost; as his Hidden Strength surged, the hard teak wood was actually punched out with a bowl-sized hole as if it were tofu.

Amidst the flying sawdust, he sneered chillingly: “Now, even some insignificant cats and dogs dare to provoke us?”

The imported ECG monitor at the head of the bed emitted regular “beep-beep” sounds, and various cold-glowing precision instruments formed an expensive line of life defense.

Outside the door, three top private doctors in white coats were on standby, rotating shifts.

Lu Yuanhao’s life was entirely snatched back from the King of Hell’s hands by the Lu Family’s immense wealth.

Lu Guanghai stared at his nephew’s paper-pale face, his temples throbbing.

The once spirited young Revered Master of the Lu Family now lay here like a living corpse, covered in tubes.

He suddenly clenched his fist, and blood even seeped from between his fingers—if he could find the mastermind, he would surely dismember them, grinding even their bone fragments into dust!

It was regrettable that those rats in the gutters, like parasites, hid in the shadows, leaving the Lu Family with immense power but nowhere to wield it.

This kind of frustration, where open attacks are easy to dodge but hidden attacks are hard to guard against, was precisely the reason why the entire Lu Family, not hesitating to disturb the aging Lu Xuan, came out of seclusion.

Lu Guanghai narrowed his sinister eyes; as long as he found the hiding places of those scoundrels, he would surely make those evil practitioners know what it meant to live a life worse than death.

Because there was another anomaly behind this matter.

With the network of connections that his eldest uncle, Lu Yuliang, had cultivated for many years in Yingnan City, even if they dug three feet deep, they should have found some clues.

The current mayor of Yingnan City, outwardly polite, was secretly creating obstacles.

These messages were even risked by a few of his eldest uncle Lu Yuliang’s old subordinates who still valued their past relationship.

But now, none of that mattered.

The true pillar of the Lu Family had returned—Lu Xuan, a legendary Grandmaster in the National Martial Arts world of Dragon Kingdom!

“Guangchen…”

Lu Guanghai patted his cousin’s shoulder; a cigar had appeared between his fingers at some point, slowly emitting wisps of smoke.

“Eldest Uncle has already contacted that person in the capital.”

He narrowed his eyes, revealing his stark white teeth: “Soon, we will be able to avenge Yuanhao.”

Before Lu Guangchen could reply, Lu Yuanhao, whose Qi was as faint as a wisp of smoke on the sickbed, suddenly opened his eyes wide!

Hoo—!

A crimson, blood-like Qi surged out of the young man’s seven orifices, condensing into a substantial blood mist in the air.

The nearest medical equipment instantly sizzled as it was corroded by the Qi.

“Careful!!!! Get out of the way!”

Lu Guangchen roared, channeling the Hidden Strength within his body into his right palm, pushing hard on Lu Guanghai’s shoulder.

Using the recoil, he retreated swiftly like a turning kite, barely avoiding the fatal Qi as his clothes fluttered.

A bloody afterimage flashed, and the previously dying Lu Yuanhao instantly teleported to the door like a phantom!

His five fingers formed a claw, and a dagger gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light was already in his hand at some point, fresh blood still dripping from its tip.

“Bang!”

Lu Guanghai slammed heavily into the wall; he looked down at his abdomen.

A bloodline as thin as a hair was slowly spreading, blood trickling down the suit fabric.

If it weren’t for his cousin Lu Guangchen’s palm, he would have been disemboweled by now!

“This isn’t Yuanhao…” Lu Guangchen pressed his back against the wall, cold sweat soaking his shirt.

Although the body before him bore Lu Yuanhao’s face, what churned in those crimson, blood-red pupils was clearly some kind of non-human Evil Qi!

Even more chilling was the ghostly movement it had just displayed.

That was definitely not the speed a severely injured person should possess, and even… it didn’t seem like the limit a normal human could reach.

It was a National Martial Arts Great Master who had been immersed in the Hidden Strength Realm for many years!

In an instant, after Lu Guangchen and Lu Guanghai exchanged glances, their instincts as National Martial Arts Great Masters had already allowed them to discern the strength of this “body” before them—approximately the Minor Achievement of Hidden Strength Realm.

In a flash, the two brothers exploded into action simultaneously, like reflections in a mirror!

Lu Guanghai’s left hand formed a claw, aiming directly for the throat, while his right hand’s Hidden Strength surged, poised to strike.

Lu Guangchen, meanwhile, ducked low for a sweeping kick, his shoe soles scraping the floor with a harsh screech.

Two streams of Hidden Strength, one high and one low, completely sealed off all of “Lu Yuanhao’s” escape routes!

Just as brothers Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen had locked down “Lu Yuanhao’s” limbs, they saw him suddenly twitch bizarrely.

Even more terrifying, a putrid, bloody Qi, like a venomous snake, coiled up their arms!

“Ugh ah—!”

Lu Guangchen was the first to cry out in agony.

The moment the bloody Qi touched his skin, he seemed to see an illusion of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with countless pale arms reaching out for him from the depths of Hell.

Lu Guanghai beside him was even bleeding from his eyes, his entire body losing all sensation.

A cold light rapidly sliced through the Void Realm, aiming for the throats of both Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen.

Just as the dagger’s cold gleam was about to slit their throats, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from within Lu Guanghai’s body!

The immense power of Wanhui Guilongquan was forcibly activated by him, his tendons and bones exploding like firecrackers throughout his body.

“Bang!”

The next moment, Lu Guanghai crashed into Lu Guangchen’s waist, and the two flew out horizontally like broken kites.

In mid-air, the cold light flashed, tearing a deep, bone-visible gash on Lu Guanghai’s back.

Blood splattered like spilled ink on the white wall, outlining shocking bloodstains.

“Grandpa—Help me!!!”

Lu Guanghai’s roar pushed the lung power of a Hidden Strength Major Achievement expert to its limit.

The sound wave exploded like thunder, and the glass windows of the entire villa shattered in response!

Even the small birds on the distant treetops were startled and scattered, and the sound was clearly heard even in the guardhouse several miles away.

This cry for help, imbued with the Hidden Strength of a Major Achievement National Martial Arts expert, reverberated throughout the villa, causing the chandeliers to swing wildly and the calligraphy and paintings on the walls to crash to the floor.

Lu Guangchen, who was closest, felt his eardrums ache and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Good heavens, his cousin had poured his lifelong Cultivation into that single shout!

Just as Lu Yuanhao’s entire body was churning with Qi, on the verge of erupting—

“Whoosh…”

Outside the room, a wisp of clear breeze quietly arrived.

The next moment, the incredibly sturdy door silently shattered, and a withered, blemish-covered hand quickly reached out, precisely gripping Lu Yuanhao’s throat!

“Creak…”

Amidst the grating sound of bones, Lu Yuanhao’s violently raging body was lifted into the air, as if he were a chick waiting to be slaughtered.

Lu Xuan, in a black Zhongshan suit, his aged figure standing outside the door at some unknown point, golden light flowing in his cloudy eyes.