403: The sixth level of Wanhe Guiliu Fist, the physical body returns to its peak!

Chapter 395: Wanhui Guilongquan Sixth Layer, Physical Body Returns to Peak!

A chill, like an ice cellar being breached, instantly exploded within Dorm Room 506.

The previously warm air was completely sucked out, and Lu Xuan's every breath carried white mist, as if he had suddenly Transmigrated to winter.

The ceiling was the first to react; a layer of moisture quickly seeped out onto the pale walls, soon gathering into water droplets the size of soybeans.

“Drip— ”

The first drop of water hit the floor, its crisp sound particularly jarring in the dead silence of the dorm.

Within seconds, more water drops followed in quick succession, “Drip, drip, drip...”

Dense like a miniature downpour, several puddles quickly accumulated on the ground, their edges even faintly forming a thin layer of frost, pushing the eerie chill up a few more notches.

The visible chill was just the tip of the iceberg; in a dimension imperceptible to Mortals, the air in Dorm Room 506 was being distorted by a sinister Yin Qi.

Yet, golden light swirled in Lu Xuan’s eyes, like two burning stars, thoroughly illuminating the obscured space.

Three shadowy, pitch-black outlines were rising from the cold mist of the puddles, slowly condensing like ink dropping into water, their edges wrapped in broken, black mist resembling shattered ice crystals.

They had no facial features, only Vague human-shaped silhouettes, yet they exuded a chilling malice that made one's heart palpitate, silently drifting towards the dorm beds.

And the puddles on the ground, as they condensed, grew colder and more bone-chilling with each passing moment.

The golden light had not yet faded from Lu Xuan’s eyes when, the next instant, three ferocious eyes suddenly appeared before him, locking onto him in a strange triangular formation.

Those eyes had no whites, only unfathomable blackness, and their pupils were distorted vertical slits, much like ice cracks frozen in winter, exuding a coldness that could freeze one's Soul.

There was no human emotion whatsoever, only pure, extreme malice churning in their eyes, mixed with a greed that wanted to completely devour Lu Xuan’s flesh, and even his Soul.

It was as if, in the next second, they would pounce, dragging all living things in this space into boundless darkness.

Facing the three pairs of malicious eyes, Lu Xuan's lips not only showed no fear but instead curved into a cold arc.

The next second, a powerful gust of wind suddenly erupted around him, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, and a scorching current instantly swept through the entire dorm.

The hot wind carried a suffocating temperature; wherever it passed, the previously pervasive Yin Qi rapidly dissipated like melting ice and snow.

The puddles on the ground visibly evaporated into white mist, and even the moisture suspended in the air was baked dry.

The previously bone-chilling dorm was instantly enveloped by a scorching power, forming a stark confrontation with the dark shadows in front.

“Ah!”

A sharp shriek suddenly erupted from the direction of Dorm Room 506, piercing through the floors like torn silk and instantly spreading throughout the entire dormitory building.

Lu Yuliang, waiting on the first floor, his pupils constricted sharply, his hands clenched into fists, his gaze fixed intently on the upper floor.

“Old Leader, w-what was that sound?” President Zhang’s voice trembled, his legs went soft, and he nearly collapsed, his hand pointing at the fifth floor shaking uncontrollably.

The Vice President Li beside him reacted even more strongly, her face ashen; without waiting for anyone to help her, she had already slumped onto the cold floor, her eyes filled with unconcealed terror.

It could be said that, apart from Lu Yuliang who could barely maintain his composure, the high-ranking officials of Yingnan University had long been scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering by that scream.

Someone subconsciously clutched the arm of the person next to them, their knuckles white from the force.

Someone staggered back several steps, their back hitting others heavily before they could barely stand steady, their face completely devoid of color.

In the middle of the night, such a chilling female shriek suddenly erupted from the dorm building, its piercing agony like needles pricking people’s hearts.

Everyone present felt their hearts tighten—if it were someone with heart disease, they might have been scared to death on the spot by this sudden terror, without even time to react.

“It’s alright, President Zhang, you all should leave here first. We’ll contact each other later.”

Lu Yuliang looked at the disoriented crowd before him, especially the Vice President Li who had already fainted, and spoke calmly, while raising his hand to signal them to evacuate first.

He had no blame whatsoever—this was only human nature.

If his father hadn't previously shown some extraordinary abilities at home, allowing Lu Yuliang to witness things beyond common sense, he probably wouldn't be so calm at this moment.

After all, the deep-seated fear humans experience when facing unknown ghostly entities is an instinct ingrained in their genes.

President Zhang, as if granted a great pardon, stammered his thanks, his hands still trembling, and hastily agreed, his voice still carrying an unspent tremor: “Alright, Old Leader, then please be careful. I’ll help Vice President Li out first.”

Then, he added, “We’ll wait for you outside,” but even he lacked confidence in his own words.

As soon as he finished speaking, President Zhang reached out to help the Vice President Li on the ground, not having the courage to linger for even a moment.

The other leaders nearby also panicked, scrambling to help support her, their footsteps chaotic as if they were treading on hot coals.

Their leather shoes scraped against the concrete floor, making a chaotic “thump-thump-thump” sound, as if some ghost was truly chasing them from behind; no one dared to look back at the dormitory building.

Although their vehicles were not far away, these people, who usually valued their dignity, didn't even bother to drive, instead supporting the unconscious Vice President Li.

They jogged all the way towards the entrance of the girls' dormitory, their retreating figures filled with panic.

Inside Dorm Room 506, the standoff continued; three wisps of black Qi, shaped like human hands, had silently extended to Lu Xuan’s side at some point, their fingertips almost touching the hem of his clothes.

And of the three blood-red eyes that had originally locked onto Lu Xuan in a triangular formation, only one remained suspended in front.

The other two ghostly entities had instantly teleported behind Lu Xuan, forming a pincer attack from front and back, the ominous aura filling the room almost solidifying the surrounding air.

But just as the black Qi was about to entwine Lu Xuan, a warm golden Inner Energy suddenly burst from his body, enveloping him completely like an invisible shield.

As soon as the black Qi touched the golden Inner Energy, it began to burn fiercely, like sparks hitting oil.

The dark mist curled and melted in the golden light, emitting a crackling sound like burning fabric, as if it wasn't black Qi, but dried grass thrown into a fire that consumed all things.

The two ghostly entities that had circled behind were also shaken back several feet by the golden light, a hint of apprehension flashing in their blood-red eyes.

“Disperse!”

A profound word rumbled from Lu Xuan’s throat, not loud, yet it exploded in the dorm like a clap of thunder.

The next second, a furious gale suddenly swept through Dorm Room 506; a hurricane, carrying scorching heat, surged from around him, instantly breaking through the dorm door and spreading along the corridor to the entire fifth floor.

Discarded cardboard boxes in the hallway were sent flying everywhere, and the dust accumulated in the corners, along with wood shavings from the floorboard gaps, were all swept into the wind, swirling in the scorching air current.

The entire floor was in a mess, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The three burning ghostly entities couldn't even struggle in the hurricane; they were instantly torn to shreds by the scorching airflow and completely dissipated into the air.

Before the hurricane had completely subsided, a visible golden ripple emanated from the cracks of Dorm Room 506’s door and window.

The ripple, like a golden lake into which a stone had been cast, spread outwards in layers.

Wherever it passed, even the lingering Yin Qi in the air was cleansed, and even the halo of the streetlights was tinged with a warm golden edge.

This miraculous scene was witnessed by Lu Yuliang just as he was about to step upstairs.

He suddenly stopped, his mind instantly blank, his pupils dilating in shock.

Having lived this long, he had never seen such an extraordinary sight; only profound astonishment remained in his heart, and he subconsciously murmured, “This… this is simply a miracle!”

“The Yin Qi is gone.”

The chilling aura that had been clearly perceptible just moments ago, lingering in the corner of the wardrobe, vanished without a trace in an instant, and even the faint chill in the air was melted away by the cold light of the streetlamp outside the door.

Lu Xuan did not investigate further, but instead subconsciously focused his attention on the System panel that suddenly lit up in his mind.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fifth Incarnation)

Realm: Grandmaster of Baodan (Initial Entry)

Cultivation Technique: Wanhui Guilongquan 5/9 (Can be deduced)

Points: 4590

Please confirm whether to consume 4500 System points to deduce Wanhui Guilongquan.

The light blue panel floated in his mind. Lu Xuan scanned the deduction prompt, and with a light tap of his fingertip in the Void Realm.

“Deduce!”

The moment the thought fell, the points on the panel rapidly decreased; 4500 points transformed into flowing light and dissipated, leaving only 90 points quietly resting in the value bar.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, only a wisp of mysterious golden light flashing across the panel, and the number after [Wanhui Guilongquan] quietly jumped, finally settling at “6/9”.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fifth Incarnation)

Realm: Grandmaster of Baodan (Initial Entry)

Cultivation Technique: Wanhui Guilongquan 6/9

Points: 90

Lu Xuan slowly opened his eyes, clenching his fist loosely at his side. He felt his Inner Energy and blood circulating more smoothly than before, and his Fist Intent gained a sense of profoundness, like embracing a hundred rivers.

With the Breakthrough of the Wanhui Guilongquan, his joints, previously stiff from his age of over ninety, now emitted a faint “click” sound, like rusted parts being re-lubricated.

At this moment, Lu Xuan lowered his gaze to his hands; the bulging veins on the back of his hands gradually flattened, his loose skin became somewhat firmer, and even the age spots on his palms faded by more than half.

This aged Physical Body was visibly regaining vitality, ultimately settling into a state close to sixty years old, with usable strength once again surging through his bones and muscles.

He quietly clenched his fist; when his knuckles exerted force, there was no longer the previous feeling of weakness, but rather a clear sensation of tight muscle contraction.

“Finally, I don't have to be so restrained,” Lu Xuan murmured to himself. Previously, due to his aging Physical Body, he even had to consider the endurance of his bones and muscles when punching. Now, this body was sufficient to support him in prolonged battles.

The light from the System panel in his mind completely faded. Lu Xuan scanned the words “Wanhui Guilongquan 6/9” and then glanced towards the wardrobe.

Although the Yin Qi had dispersed, if there truly were any abnormalities, his current state was sufficient to deal with any subsequent changes.

The next moment, hurried footsteps came from the corridor. Lu Xuan subtly retracted his aura, putting his hands behind his back, appearing no different from an ordinary Old Leader.

Lu Yuliang stumbled up the stairs, his chest feeling like it was stuffed with burning cotton, nearly falling headfirst on the steps.

At sixty years old, his bones were no longer as sturdy as in his youth, so running in such a hurry was truly difficult for him.

“Dad, are you… alright?”

He leaned against the doorframe of Dorm Room 506 to steady himself, the flashlight in his hand still swaying slightly, its beam casting fragmented shadows on the ground.

“I’m fine, Yuliang. You said you were in charge of this murder case back then, so you should be familiar with this, right?”

Lu Xuan stood still with his hands behind his back, never turning around, his gaze fixed deeply on the ground.

Three black talismans, neatly torn in half, lay quietly on the ground, firmly pressed down by a sharp-edged stone.

The wind was strong, so he had specifically found this stone to hold them down, fearing the talismans would be blown away.

“Dad, what is this?”

Lu Yuliang followed Lu Xuan’s gaze, quickly moving the flashlight beam towards the stone. The black-backed, red-lettered talismans instantly came into view, their colors making his heart tighten.

The symbols on the paper were crooked and squiggly, like ghost drawings; he had never seen them in his sixty years of life, so he could only frown and shake his head: “These characters… I don’t recognize a single one.”

“Hmm, they’ve been here for some years.”

Lu Xuan turned to look at him, his eyes holding a profound depth, his tone carrying a deliberately slowed reminder.

“These talismans aren’t just randomly posted—they’re here, suppressing things that shouldn’t come out, and they’ve been suppressing them for a very long time.”

“Suppressing certain things? And with these talismans?”

Lu Yuliang’s eyes suddenly widened, filled with astonishment, and his already tense face instantly darkened, his lips pressed into a stiff line.

Even the most oblivious person would understand what these two things combined signified.

That was certainly no ordinary matter; it was clearly related to the tales of ghosts and gods recorded in books.

In an instant, a memory suddenly crashed into Lu Yuliang’s mind—half a month after that murder case twenty years ago, some strange things had indeed happened.

He clearly remembered that his subordinates had reported at the time that students on the fourth floor and below of this building kept complaining.

At night, they could hear strange noises coming from the fifth floor and above; it wasn't footsteps, but rather like something being dragged along the corridor, sticky and slimy, making people's hearts pound.

But this strange phenomenon didn't last more than two days, then vanished completely as if it had never occurred.

At that time, on the entire fifth floor of the building, besides him having the authority to approve entry and exit, only one other person could freely come and go—his Old Leader, the director of the Yingnan City Security Bureau back then.

Lu Yuliang’s heart suddenly sank: Could these black talismans have been posted on the fifth floor at that time?

Had the Old Leader been hiding something from him back then?

The more Lu Yuliang thought, the heavier his heart became, but he gradually suppressed his panic. When he looked up at Lu Xuan, his eyes held an unprecedented determination—this was the first time he had shown such an expression in front of his father.

“Dad, do me a favor!” His voice was tight, “The murder case of those three girls is a regret I can never let go of in this life. If the truth can be uncovered, it will allow them to rest in peace.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

By the time Lu Yuliang finished his request, Lu Xuan had already started walking.

He already had a plan in mind—in fact, Lu Xuan wanted to find the person who drew the talismans back then more than anyone else.

After all, someone capable of drawing such talismans to suppress evil spirits must know more about the whereabouts of these “ghostly entities.”

And this was key to him obtaining System points.