407: Unreserved Wanhe Guiliu Fist!

Chapter 399: Wanhui Guilongquan without Reservation!

An hour passed in a flash, and that striking red figure was already collapsed on the ground.

The Red-Robed Daoist’s eyes rolled back, his chest no longer rose and fell, and he had completely fallen into boundless darkness, losing all consciousness.

Lu Xuan stood to the side, his brows slightly furrowed, and he did not immediately turn to leave.

To ensure absolute certainty and eliminate any possibility of a resurgence, a majestic and vast Martial Dao Will suddenly erupted from his body.

It swept out like a surging river, completely enveloping the area where the Red-Robed Daoist lay.

That Martial Dao Will was as sharp as a blade and as heavy as a mountain, crushing down layer by layer.

Until he confirmed that the opponent's vitality had been completely extinguished, and not even a trace of Qi remained.

Only then did Lu Xuan slowly retract his Qi, a golden glow flashing in his cold eyes, certain that this person was thoroughly dead, with no hidden dangers remaining.

“Spirit of the Blood Infant?”

Lu Xuan silently uttered these four words.

Then, he slowly lowered his gaze, his eyes like torches, falling on the deep pit that the Red-Robed Daoist had dug with his bare hands earlier.

The pit was hidden beneath the ruins of the already dilapidated altar, with gravel (fragments of stone) and charred wood scattered within.

According to the Red-Robed Daoist, the Spirit of the Blood Infant was born of Yin and feared Yang like a tiger.

Therefore, during the day when Yang Qi was strongest, it had to be buried three feet underground.

Using the thick earth to isolate the vast Yang Qi between heaven and earth, to prevent its spirit body from being eroded by Yang Qi and gradually dissipating.

Furthermore, the turbid Yin Qi gathered deep underground served as a nourishing bed for it, constantly strengthening its sinister power and helping it grow rapidly.

Bang!

A muffled tremor, like a sudden clap of thunder, exploded, but Lu Xuan, standing with his hands behind his back, remained motionless, only a cold golden light flashing in his eyes.

The next second, his feet, like iron stakes, stomped heavily on the ground.

With a “boom,” a powerful and vast Core Energy surged out from Lu Xuan’s Yongquan acupoints at the soles of his feet, quickly penetrating the ground’s texture like surging magma.

Wherever the Core Energy passed, the earth trembled slightly, and dense cracks spread out like a spider web.

As the cracks continuously expanded and deepened, the ground slowly arched upwards, and the top of a small, vermilion clay pot was the first to emerge.

The pot’s body was tightly wrapped in layer upon layer of dense black talismans, with twisted and intertwined strange runes drawn in cinnabar on the talismans.

Until the clay pot completely emerged from the soil, lying quietly on the broken ground, exuding a chillingly sinister Qi.

Lu Xuan’s gaze fell on the vermilion clay pot, a hint of vigilance and scrutiny flashing in his eyes.

The black talismans wrapped around the pot, and the faintly discernible sinister Qi.

The next moment, he slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the scattered ruins beside him, and with a casual reach, he grabbed a piece of rough-edged tattered cloth.

His fingertips moved slightly, and a subtle and exquisite force quietly infused the cloth.

The originally soft tattered cloth instantly became strong and powerful, like a flexible arm, drawing a neat arc in the air and precisely wrapping around the red clay pot.

The cloth strip tightened layer by layer, the force controlled just right, both firmly binding the clay pot securely and not damaging the pot body in the slightest.

The entire set of movements flowed smoothly, fully demonstrating his ultimate control over his own strength.

Regarding the Spirit of the Blood Infant inside this vermilion clay pot, Lu Xuan did not act recklessly.

Anyway, he learned from the Red-Robed Daoist that this ghostly thing was very sinister.

Although Lu Xuan was now a Grandmaster of Baodan, standing at the pinnacle of Martial Dao, with an unparalleled amount of Core Energy, ordinary evil creatures could not contend with him.

But that did not mean Lu Xuan was invincible; experiencing the Mortal World did not allow him any carelessness.

If he were to suffer a setback from an unexpected source, it would be a huge loss.

Lu Xuan’s eyes narrowed; he wanted to take this vermilion clay pot to an open area.

Find a place where the sun was scorching and Yang Qi was strongest, then personally smash this eerie clay pot.

According to what the Red-Robed Daoist said about the Spirit of the Blood Infant’s fear of Yang.

Even if this evil creature harbored unknown dangers, in the face of the scorching sun and the abundant Yang Qi of heaven and earth during the day, could it still unleash its full terrifying power?

Outside Mingxin Temple, large swathes of red and blue light alternated, illuminating the entire temple with solemnity.

Large numbers of uniformed guards had already set up layers of cordon (caution tape), and dense figures moved through every corner of the temple.

Each guard’s gaze swept like a sharp sword over ruins, bushes, and gaps in pillars, meticulously searching every inch of land, strictly preventing any suspicious personnel from hiding within.

However, the area where Lu Xuan was located was an exception—someone had already given prior notice, and this place was designated as an absolute restricted zone.

All guards had received strict orders not to approach within half a step, no matter what happened, and could only stand guard from a distance outside.

Not far away, Lu Yuliang, dressed in formal attire, stood with a solemn expression beside a middle-aged man in a guard uniform with golden guard insignia on his shoulder, who was the current head of the Liangqing City Guard Bureau.

Their eyes were fixed on Lu Xuan’s direction as they conversed in low voices, their brows filled with concern for the situation on site, and a hint of imperceptible tension.

The head of the Liangqing City Guard Bureau, over fifty years old, with hair already heavily streaked with white, and his face etched with the deep lines of age and hardship, yet still exuded a formidable heroic spirit.

He was not a regular transfer but was appointed in a crisis, directly transferred from the disciplined and resolute military, carrying a natural Aura of composure and decisiveness honed through long experience on the battlefield.

Facing the strange and complex situation at Mingxin Temple, his eyes remained sharp, and he commanded with assurance.

Because as Fang Hai revealed those secrets that had been buried for many years and could not see the light of day.

Those dirty dealings and dark schemes hidden in the shadows of power, which could not be brought into the open, finally reached their complete end.

After the news reached Old Qin, he was furious, and his thunderous wrath swept through.

He immediately ordered all high-ranking officials within Yifeng Province to be temporarily controlled and their duties suspended.

Subsequently, a swift and decisive personnel reshuffle rapidly unfolded in Yifeng Province.

Vacant positions were filled by capable military cadres and trustworthy leaders from other provinces, using an iron fist to clean up official malpractices.

Lu Xuan’s gaze fell on the securely bound vermilion clay pot in his hand, and he did not offer much explanation for the scene.

He simply turned sideways and spoke faintly to Lu Yuliang, who was not far away, his tone concise: “Yuliang, drive me to the outskirts.”

He had only one thought in his mind at this moment—to resolve this Spirit of the Blood Infant as soon as possible.

The urban area was densely populated, and if there was any slight carelessness during the handling, and sinister Qi leaked, it might affect innocent civilians.

The spacious and open outskirts, on the other hand, were convenient for him to exert his methods and minimize risks, undoubtedly the safest option at the moment.

Lu Yuliang followed Lu Xuan’s gaze and saw only a vermilion clay pot tightly wrapped in tattered cloth.

His heart tightened, and his eyes suddenly narrowed, instantly understanding the urgency of the matter.

Lu Yuliang immediately turned around and walked quickly to Bureau Chief Huang, whose hair was streaked with white: “Bureau Chief Huang, please coordinate all parties immediately to arrange a route for us to quickly exit Liangqing City, and ensure that the route is unobstructed.”

Undoubtedly, as soon as Lu Yuliang’s order was issued.

Liangqing City’s entire traffic System instantly went into high-speed operation, traffic lights were real-time controlled, guards quickly took their positions on main roads, and a silent, efficient deployment unfolded.

Soon, a sleek black sedan stopped steadily in front of Lu Xuan, its engine emitting a low rumble.

The car door opened, and Lu Xuan, carrying the vermilion clay pot, leaned in and sat in the back seat, with Lu Yuliang following closely.

The vehicle immediately started, darting like an arrow from a bow through what should have been busy roads, yet it remained unobstructed throughout.

On both sides of the road, uniformed guards stood upright, strictly guarding every intersection, clearing a dedicated passage for them.

What would normally be a two-hour drive, with such full escort.

The black sedan sped through in just half an hour, steadily driving out of Liangqing City’s urban area and rushing towards the open outskirts.

The vehicle finally stopped on a vast, open sandy area.

The scorching sun hung high overhead, its fierce rays pouring down like gold foil, heating the air to a searing temperature, even the yellow sand underfoot radiated a scorching heat.

Lu Xuan pushed open the car door, stepping out with the vermilion clay pot wrapped in tattered cloth.

As soon as he stood still, he clearly felt the clay pot in his palm trembling slightly.

The trembling became increasingly pronounced, as if something inside the pot was restlessly clashing and struggling.

A cold light flashed in Lu Xuan’s eyes: “What a wicked beast, still trying to cause trouble even here.”

The next second, without looking back, he gently waved his hand: “Yuliang, you two stay in the car, come over in half an hour, I have something to deal with alone.”

Lu Yuliang, who was about to get out of the car, paused at these words, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

Then, his gaze fell on the slightly trembling vermilion clay pot in Lu Xuan’s hand, and he instantly understood the danger within.

Lu Yuliang suppressed the worry in his heart and responded in a deep voice: “Yes, Dad, please be careful, call us anytime if anything happens.”

The black sedan’s engine roared again, and it sped away like an arrow from a bow, its speed undiminished, quickly becoming a small black dot on the horizon.

Lu Yuliang sat in the car, watching his father’s solitary figure standing in the sand through the rearview mirror, his brows tightly furrowed.

For his usually calm father to treat it with such solemnity, the thing in that clay pot must be extremely dangerous.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, repeatedly urging the driver to speed up as much as possible, to ensure they got far away from this troubled area.

His own safety was not a big deal; if he distracted his father, he would regret it too late.

On the other side, Lu Xuan watched the car drive away, then turned, his gaze fixed on the vermilion clay pot in his hand.

He saw his arm slightly raise, his wrist exerting force, and he suddenly threw the clay pot towards the sand ten meters away!

With a loud “bang,” the clay pot drew an arc in the air and heavily smashed onto the scorching yellow sand.

The pot instantly shattered, pottery shards scattering, revealing what was hidden inside.

“Ah—!”

A shrill, piercing shriek suddenly erupted, its sound resembling the cry of a newborn infant, but magnified a hundredfold or more.

It was so sharp it could pierce eardrums, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn by the sound waves, creating visible ripples.

The scorching yellow sand was even shaken, making rustling sounds, and tiny grains of sand flew into the air, forming a hazy sand mist.

This shriek was full of pain and venom, clearly caused by the Spirit of the Blood Infant being exposed to the scorching sun and burned by Pure Yang Qi.

Lu Xuan stood still, his eyes slightly narrowed, Core Energy quietly circulating around him, isolating the piercing sound waves.

There, fragments of the vermilion clay pot lay scattered on the ground.

The edge of each pottery shard was emitting wisps of white smoke, and within the faint white mist, there was a subtle smell of scorching.

Clearly, the Spirit of the Blood Infant was being continuously burned under the scorching sun’s Yang Qi, and even the broken pot body was eroded by Yang Qi.

Lu Xuan’s eyes were deep, and he slowly stepped forward, his Martial Dao Will quietly condensing around him, ready to confront the sinister entity about to rush out from the fragments.

Just as the white smoke grew thicker, a blood-red figure suddenly shot out from the clay pot fragments.

It was a completely transparent ghostly spirit body, neither big nor small, exactly the size of a three-year-old child, its outline blurry but its twisted limb shape discernible.

It was surrounded by a dazzling red light, like burning blood-colored flames.

But under the scorching illumination of the overhead sun, that red light was continuously being eroded and burned.

Every second, terrifying white smoke steamed up from the red light.

Accompanied by a “sizzling” sound, the ghost’s figure also slightly became ethereal.

Clearly, it was enduring extreme pain, yet it still exuded a chillingly resentful and malevolent Qi.

The Spirit of the Blood Infant restlessly twisted its ethereal form in place, its crimson “eyes” quickly scanning its surroundings.

On the vast sandy ground, apart from the scorching sunlight and hot yellow sand, only Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, silently watching it with cold eyes, as if looking at a trapped beast.

“Possession!”

These two words were branded into the Spirit of the Blood Infant’s instinct like an imprint.

Although its Innate intuition wildly warned it that the seemingly calm old man in front of it exuded a dangerous Aura that made its Soul tremble.

But the intense pain of the scorching sun, the fear of death from impending dissipation, had already completely consumed the Spirit of the Blood Infant’s reason.

It shrieked mournfully, disregarding how its surrounding red light was becoming increasingly thin from being burned by Yang Qi, and transformed into a streak of blood-colored light, pouncing towards Lu Xuan.

Now, it only wanted to immediately burrow into this vibrant body, to escape the deadly burning sun.

Wanhui Guilongquan!

Lu Xuan’s seemingly aged body suddenly erupted with a majestic Aura, like thousands of towering mountains and rivers, coalescing into form at this moment.

Every inch of muscle on his body contained earth-shattering power.

A moment later, Lu Xuan slowly raised his right fist and, seemingly casually, threw it forward.

Where the fist passed, a subtle golden ripple quietly flashed, yet it carried an oppressive might that looked down upon the world.

In an instant, the situation changed!

On the vast sandy ground, a sudden gale arose, yellow sand filling the sky, and in his ears, it seemed as if the deafening roar of Mount Tai collapsing resounded.

Behind Lu Xuan, countless phantom images of precipitous mountain peaks rose from the ground, layer upon layer, majestic and grand.

Immediately, all the mountain peak phantoms converged, transforming into a solid and heavy golden fist print.

Brilliant golden light flowed over the fist print, carrying immense power, like a shooting star chasing the moon, fiercely striking towards the flying Spirit of the Blood Infant.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fifth Life)

Realm: Grandmaster of Baodan (Initial Entry)

Cultivation Technique: Wanhui Guilongquan 6/9 (Can be deduced)

Points: 50090

Please confirm whether to consume 15000 points to deduce Wanhui Guilongquan!

What Lu Xuan did not expect was that eliminating a mere Spirit of the Blood Infant increased his System points by a whopping 50,000!