396: Transform the virtual into the real, and break the delusion with the mind! Embrace the Dan realm!

Chapter 388: Transforming the Void into Reality, Breaking Illusions with Intent! Embracing the Golden Core!

The medical team waiting outside felt as if struck by lightning, and the eyes of several top experts were wide with horror.

The black Zhongshan-suited old man who suddenly appeared had actually penetrated the solid wooden door with his flesh and blood body!

Broken wood splinters littered the floor, with the closest pieces just an inch from the chief physician's feet.

Lu Xuan's withered right arm remained motionless, and the oppressive Aura emanating from his body caused the air in the surrounding corridor to solidify.

What kind of Aura was that?

It was as if the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Peaks had materialized before them, and the Yangtze River surged beside them, making people' weak-kneed, almost compelling these doctors to prostrate themselves in worship.

In the distance, a young nurse, seeing this, dropped the tray in her hand with a "clang," scattering medical equipment everywhere.

She herself was already on her knees, forehead pressed against the cold marble floor, trembling like a sieve.

The next moment, Lu Xuan's snow-white brows furrowed slightly, and a golden glow suddenly appeared on his withered right arm.

With a crisp "crack," a hair-thin crack suddenly appeared on the thick mahogany door.

"Squeak—creak—"

Amidst the teeth-grinding sound of splintering wood, the crack spread rapidly like a living thing, covering the entire door in an instant.

Fine cracks intertwined into a spiderweb, and the light from inside the room even shone through the gaps.

Crash! Crash, crash, crash!

Finally, the entire door, like ancient wood weathered for a thousand years, instantly disintegrated.

Block after block of sharply angled wood pieces rustled down, piling up into a small mountain at the doorway.

The most bizarre thing was that the cross-sections of all the fragments were as smooth as a mirror, as if they had been cut by a Divine Weapon.

As the door turned into scattered fragments, the bloody scene inside the room was suddenly exposed to everyone's eyes.

Blood splattered on the walls and floor, as grotesque as an ink-splashed landscape painting.

Lu Xuan's withered right hand, like an eagle's claw, was now firmly gripping the frantically struggling "Lu Yuanhao."

That body was twisting in ways impossible for a human, with limbs and joints bending backward, like a spider pinned down.

Every struggle was accompanied by "cracking" sounds of bones, yet it could not shake the old man's figure, which stood as firm as a deep pool or a towering mountain.

"Grandpa!!!"

Lu Guangchen and Lu Guanghai simultaneously roared, their voices mixed with the trembling of having narrowly escaped death.

These two figures, who once dominated Yingnan City, now had red-rimmed eyes, like lost children seeing their dearest relatives.

Especially Lu Guanghai, the deep wound on his back was still gushing blood, soaking the carpet a dark red.

The terror of the near-death experience still lingered in his mind—if his Grandpa hadn't acted in time, they both would have already become souls lost to that sharp dagger!

Lu Guangchen could even clearly recall the bone-chilling coldness as the blade brushed past his neck.

Lu Xuan ignored the shouts around him, raised his right hand, and lifted the frantically struggling Lu Yuanhao to his face.

Two pairs of eyes were barely three inches apart; one was murky like an ancient well, the other crimson like a blood moon.

Scarlet blood mist spewed from Lu Yuanhao's seven orifices, coiling around Lu Xuan's arm like venomous snakes.

It was unclear whether it was out of fear of Lu Xuan or an attempt to escape from that terrifying right hand.

"Grandpa, be careful, that strange evil Qi will..." Lu Guangchen propped himself up, his voice hoarsely calling out.

Before his words finished, a hair-thin golden light suddenly burst from Lu Xuan's eyes, piercing into the depths of Lu Yuanhao's blood-red pupils like a sharp arrow.

In an instant, the air in the entire room solidified.

That golden light was precisely the Mental Energy of a Great Grandmaster of the Golden Core Realm of National Martial Arts!

The true intent of the Wanhui Guilongquan, cultivated by the original body throughout his life, now condensed into a tangible form in the Void Realm.

Within that golden light, the magnificent imagery of a thousand mountains vying for beauty and ten thousand valleys surging faintly emerged, each line containing the martial Dao will to split mountains and cleave Peaks.

This was precisely the power of cultivating National Martial Arts to its near-Perfection—transforming the Void into reality, breaking illusions with intent!

Mere evil spirits and shadowy entities were like fireflies before a bright moon in the face of such Golden Core true intent.

Several kilometers away, in a room of a hidden villa—

Tang Master's bare upper body was covered in eerie blood Talismans; the incantations drawn with the heart blood of his Personal Disciple glowed with an ominous greenish-red light under the candlelight.

His ten fingers were like hooks, tightly gripping Lu Yuanhao's puppet, the veins on his temples bulging and throbbing, and his chanting grew increasingly rapid.

In the sealed room, forty-nine white candles flickered wildly.

The candle flames sometimes shot up three feet high, sometimes shrunk to the size of a mung bean, pulling the distorted shadows on the wall like a chaotic dance of demons.

On the offering table, seven porcelain bowls filled with fresh blood were bubbling, as if brewing something unspeakable.

In a flash, Tang Master's eyes widened, bloodshot eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

His withered lips had just opened halfway—

"Boom!"

The puppet in his hand suddenly burst forth with a golden light, its dazzling radiance illuminating the entire secret room as if it were daylight.

In that blazing light, Tang Master vaguely saw the magnificent scene of a thousand majestic mountains and ten thousand rushing valleys, and a vast, abyssal will of National Martial Arts struck directly through his Divine Sense!

"What... what is this!!!"

Tang Master's body trembled violently, and blood lines, horrifying to behold, seeped from his seven orifices simultaneously.

His proud Art World techniques, under the impact of such supremely firm and masculine true intent of National Martial Arts, were like thin snow under the blazing sun, instantly melting away!

That vast mountain phantom, carrying the might of heaven and earth, crashed down, and Tang Master felt as if he were an ant in a storm, so insignificant that he was less than a speck of dust!

Pfft!!!

A large mouthful of black blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, spewed out.

Tang Master's emaciated body flew backward like a broken rag doll, crashing heavily against the wall covered with Talismanic Incantations.

Strangely, the moment the cinnabar Talismans touched his body, they ignited with an eerie green flame, scorching his back until his skin split and flesh tore.

"Crack!"

With the crisp sound of a broken spine, Tang Master slid to the ground like a pile of mud.

And the puppet in his hand had already turned into golden light particles all over the floor, slowly dissipating into the air...

Just as Tang Master collapsed to the ground—

Rumble!

The meticulously arranged altar suddenly trembled violently, and the bronze incense burner and white candles enshrined upon it were the first to explode, fragments scattering like rain.

Immediately after, all forty-nine white candles broke simultaneously, and hot wax, mixed with crimson flames, splattered everywhere.

The room full of Talisman papers spontaneously ignited without wind, and extremely hot tongues of fire frantically licked the walls.

The incantations drawn with cinnabar twisted and deformed in the flames, emitting "sizzling" shrieks, as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing.

In an instant, the entire secret room turned into a sea of fire, reflecting Tang Master's terrified old face like a demon.

The Disciples outside heard the loud noise and broke in, only to be scared Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering by the sight before them.

Four Personal Disciples frantically helped Tang Master up, only to see that this Revered Master, who usually exuded an otherworldly Aura, now had his arms twisted at bizarre angles, with pale bone fragments piercing through his skin.

The black blood flowing from his seven orifices actually corroded small pits on the ground.

With each faint rise and fall of his chest, fragments of internal organs continuously overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

This was precisely the Art World's great taboo: "Technique Reversal Backlash"!

The spellcaster and the technique are inextricably linked; now that the Formation was broken, the backlash force was like ten thousand steel needles, pouring back through the Divine Sense Meridians.

The eldest Disciple trembled as he checked for a pulse, finding that his Revered Master's breathing was shallow and weak, clearly having suffered immense damage.

"What—what's going on?"

The villa owner, the real estate mogul, now had a grim expression, the veins on his clasped hands bulging behind his back.

His sharp gaze, like a knife, cut across the dying Tang Master, then swept over the chaotic altar.

Unbeknownst to them, five bodyguards in black suits appeared like ghosts behind the real estate mogul.

They wore tactical headsets, their right hands always in their suit inner pockets, closely protecting their employer.

"Mr. Li! Please, quickly send Revered Master to the hospital!"

A young Disciple cried out and rushed forward, only to see the real estate mogul slowly turn around, a cold glint appearing in his eyes.

"It failed..."

Mr. Li stroked his jade thumb ring, then suddenly chuckled softly: "It seems we all underestimated the Lu Family."

Involving the retired big shots of Yingnan City, such matters must absolutely not see the light of day.

If it failed, someone had to die, so...

He waved his hand indifferently, as if shooing away bothersome flies.

The five bodyguards simultaneously raised their arms, the suppressed pistols gleaming coldly in the firelight.

Bang, bang, bang!!!

After more than a dozen muffled thuds, the villa returned to silence.

Mr. Li stepped through the blood and walked to the window, dialing an encrypted number: "Old Ren, that Lu Family is a bit strange; even Tang Huang couldn't deal with them..."

At this moment, Lu Yuanhao had returned to normal; although his pale face was bloodless, his chest had begun to rise and fall regularly.

Lu Xuan casually tossed him, and the young body floated lightly like a feather towards the medical team.

"Catch him carefully."

Lu Xuan's voice was extremely calm, yet it made the top physicians beside him feel as if they were receiving a divine decree.

The chief physician darted forward, carefully catching Lu Yuanhao with his arms as if cradling a baby.

The others immediately rushed into the messy room to check the medical equipment, their movements so practiced it seemed they had rehearsed a thousand times.

"Vital signs stable!"

Before long, those doctors exclaimed as they looked at the monitor.

Who would have thought that the patient, who moments ago seemed possessed by a demon, now had all his indicators miraculously returning to normal.

"Grandpa!"

Lu Guangchen and Lu Guanghai simultaneously prostrated themselves, their voices choked with the sobs of having escaped death.

Their previously stiff limbs now melted like spring ice, and the hidden Qi flowed freely within their bodies again.

A rush of hurried footsteps approached from afar, and the core members of the Lu Family, led by Lu Yuliang, swarmed in.

This former big shot of Yingnan City now completely disregarded his image, stumbling and rushing to the very front.

Lu Yuliang and his two brothers exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

They had clearly witnessed their old man adjusting his breath on the third floor a second ago, and the next second he had broken through the door like a ghost!

The speed was so fast that not even an afterimage was left, and the splintered wood from the exploding door was still flying in mid-air, yet he had already appeared in the second-floor ward dozens of meters away.

"This..."

Chairman Lu Yuhong's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty; as a Great Master of National Martial Arts at the Perfection of Dark Qi, he knew all too well what this meant.

Even an Hua Jin Grandmaster could never achieve such near-teleportation speed!

Unless...

Unless the old man had already touched that legendary Realm.

The next moment, Old Dog Lu Yulong's pupils suddenly contracted—as a direct descendant of Wanhui Guilongquan, he was most sensitive to changes in the body's Qi and blood.

At this moment, amidst his father's frost-white hair, there were strangely a few strands of newly grown black hair!

Even more alarming was that beneath the old man's wrinkled skin, a vibrant Qi and blood faintly circulated.

"This is..."

He held his breath, suddenly recalling the records of "rejuvenation" in the National Martial Arts world.

Could it be that his father, on the verge of exhaustion, had actually taken that step?

That Golden Core Realm, which even many Grandmasters standing at the Peak of Dragon Country's National Martial Arts had failed to reach?

The Golden Core Realm is an extremely profound Realm in National Martial Arts, requiring the internal containment of the Golden Core, with everything forming a perfect circle.

Embracing the Golden Core and settling the hips concentrates all the essence, Qi, spirit, blood, marrow, and plasma of the entire body into one point, just like the tiny point from which the Major Thousand Worlds evolved during the Grandmist.

Once the Golden Core is successfully embraced, one can reach the Realm of controlling Qi and blood with intent, and physical ability can break through the limits of the human body.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fifth Life)

Realm: Golden Core Great Grandmaster (Initial Stage)

Cultivation Technique: Wanhui Guilongquan 5/9

Points: 1590

Originally, after the deduction of Wanhui Guilongquan was completed, the System panel only had 90 System points left.

As a result, after dealing with the evil spirit possessing Lu Yuanhao, he gained another 1500 System points.

It's just that these 1590 System points don't seem to be enough to deduce Wanhui Guilongquan to the sixth layer.

"Investigate! Even if you have to dig three feet deep, you must find the mastermind behind these evil arts!"

This was not only for revenge for the Lu Family but also because these evil spirits were a source of System points.

Lu Xuan's extremely authoritative voice, each word seeming to strike everyone's heart: "Yuliang, you three mobilize all your connections and find me this Art World practitioner."

But what Lu Xuan didn't know was that his idea of quickly acquiring System points was destined to fail.

One must know that every time an evil spirit was defeated and dissipated, a piece of the spellcaster's soul would feel as if it was torn off.

This was the truth behind the Art World's saying, "Harming a thousand, self-damaging eight hundred"...

Those truly skilled in Art World techniques have always cherished their lives the most.

Unless they were absolutely certain of success, they would never easily employ those highly backlashing, sinister and evil techniques.

But Tang Master was different—his only son had died at the hands of the Lu Family; this blood feud had long permeated his bones.

Since the Tang Family's lineage was cut off, he would rather perish together; what backlash, what price, in the Art World, none of that mattered now.

Lu Yuliang's old face flushed, and he spoke somewhat awkwardly: "Dad, we've used all our connections, but the clues are always cut off at crucial moments..."

"Oh?"

Lu Xuan's snow-white brows suddenly lifted.

In the original body's memory, the Lu Family in Yingnan City was incredibly influential—they had old students and acquaintances in politics, their own people in the underworld, and even various common folk depended on them.

Let alone finding a person, they could easily pinpoint even a fly.

Lu Xuan's gaze, like lightning, swept over his original body's eldest son, Lu Yuliang: "You... retired?"

Lu Yuliang's body trembled, and he said with a wry smile: "Dad, your son already retired last year."

"I just didn't want to disturb your Cultivation... so I didn't inform you immediately."

But that's right; if Lu Yuliang were still in power, how could those petty individuals dare to be so presumptuous.

Throughout Yingnan City, who would dare to touch a single hair of the Lu Family!

"Contact the capital side for me." Lu Xuan suddenly spoke.

Lu Yuliang immediately understood, stepped forward quickly, and held an old-fashioned push-button phone tightly in his hands.

The dark body had no trace of a smart screen, existing purely for calls.

"Dad, I just spoke with Old Huang." Lu Yuliang whispered, "He said he's waiting for your call anytime."