In a simulated life scenario, how do you defy fate and change your destiny every time?

Chapter 104 Fate has its own plan.

"The value of Xiao Peiyuan Dan lies in treating internal injuries; it is not worthwhile to use it to improve qi and blood."

Lu Yuan pondered to himself.

The effect of Xiao Peiyuan Dan in improving qi and blood is almost the same as that of Xueqi Dan.

And it will cost an extra twenty Sky Repair Points.

If the goal is simply to enhance qi and blood, then the Blood Qi Pill is clearly more cost-effective.

"However, this Lesser Qi-Nourishing Pill is very useful for treating Grandpa's injuries. But how can I explain the origin of this sword technique and the pill?"

Even though the old man would unconditionally believe what Lu Yuan said.

However, if he rashly gave the Wind and Thunder Blade Technique and the pills to the old man, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

Lu Yuan blinked and immediately communicated with the simulated imprint.

"Will of the heavens, do me a small favor."

"Imitating my cheap old man's handwriting style, forging an aged version of the Wind and Thunder God's calligraphy!"

After a while.

The will of the heavens responded very reluctantly.

[Given your outstanding performance in the previous two simulations, the Will of Heaven has exceptionally approved this request, deducting 10 simulation points. This will not be repeated!]

Under normal circumstances.

Simulators can only seek help from the will of the heavens when they face life-or-death situations.

But who can blame Lu Yuan for having higher authority?
next second.

A lifelike image of the gods of wind and thunder appeared out of thin air on the table.

"A single ordinary divine will costs 10 simulated points. The will of the heavens is truly ruthless."

Lu Yuan felt a pang of heartache and quickly put away the painting of the Wind and Thunder God.

The next morning.

He left the room early in the morning.

……

In the courtyard of Zhenyuan Escort Agency.

Old Master Lu was wearing a short shirt and holding a heavy black iron sword, practicing the Thunderclap Sword Technique.

His hair was completely white, and his tall frame appeared somewhat old and hunched, but his right hand holding the knife was steady and powerful.

The heavy black iron sword, weighing hundreds of pounds, was like a fire poker in his hands, and he wielded it with impenetrable skill.

The blade moves as the heart desires, accompanied by rolling thunder.

In an instant.

The courtyard was filled with the glint of swords, and a sudden gust of wind arose out of nowhere.

In particular, as the old man's internal energy circulated, a thunderous sound, like the low roar of a tiger or leopard, faintly emanated from it!

fast!
Hurry up!
The heavy iron sword in Old Master Lu's hand moved faster and faster, the sword energy roaring and connecting into one, until finally only a streak of snow-white sword light remained!
But just as he was unleashing the Thunderclap Blade Technique to its fullest potential...

Suddenly, his movements faltered, as if he had gotten stuck. With a flick of his right hand, the entire heavy black iron blade flew out of his hand and instantly smashed through several walls.

As soon as a maid stepped out of the room, she suddenly saw a heavy black iron sword flying towards her.

Suddenly, I was so frightened that my mind went blank, and I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

This heavy black iron blade was as fast as lightning and as heavy as ten thousand pounds, while she was just an ordinary person without any cultivation. Even if she wanted to dodge, she couldn't!

"No, get out of here!"

Old Master Lu's pupils constricted, and his figure blurred into a blur as he attempted to salvage the situation.

He hated evil all his life, and if he had accidentally killed this innocent maid, he would have felt guilty for the rest of his life!

But it all happened so suddenly that he didn't even have time to react.

Just as the maid was about to have her head smashed by the heavy iron blade.

A small figure darted out from the side like lightning.

He used his palm as a knife and slashed through the air.

All of a sudden.

Lightning flashed in the void, and thunder roared.

A powerful and vigorous surge of blood energy covered his palm, carrying an invincible sharpness, and struck the Xuan Tie Heavy Blade!

"Crack!"

The heavy iron sword, weighing hundreds of kilograms, was severely damaged, with fine cracks appearing on its surface. It was actually cleaved into countless fragments by a single palm strike!

After doing all this, Lu Yuan stood there, his face flushed and his breathing slightly rapid.

"This servant thanks the young master for saving my life."

The maid had just escaped death and was still in shock. After regaining her senses, she immediately knelt on the ground and thanked them profusely with tears streaming down her face.

"This was our oversight. You should rest for a few days."

Lu Yuan took out five taels of silver and casually tossed it to the maid.

He's quite easy to talk to as long as his own interests aren't threatened.

And this matter was indeed the old man's fault.

You're sitting at home when a knife comes down from the sky.

Fortunately, I am now a martial arts practitioner, otherwise I might have been crushed to death one day...

"Thank you, young master."

The maid was moved to tears and thanked her repeatedly.

“Yuan’er, thanks to you this time, otherwise Grandpa would have almost made a big mistake.”

Old Master Lu sighed heavily. Although in this chaotic world where human life was as worthless as grass, no one would blame anyone even if a maid died.

But if innocent people are killed indiscriminately, how are they any different from demons?
Simultaneously.

He also felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

I'm really getting old; I can't even hold the knife in my hand anymore.

This sword technique was obtained from the Demon Suppression Bureau's treasury after he killed a bear demon at the Qi Condensation Realm, along with many other merits and contributions.

He has devoted countless hours and efforts to the Thunderclap Saber Technique, and has been immersed in it for over forty years.

Every move, every change in sword technique, has become instinctive, ingrained deep in their bones.

But as he practiced day and night, he gradually discovered that this sword technique had many problems.

This sword technique not only lacks the most essential supporting mental cultivation method, but even its moves have many flaws!

In his early years, when he was at the peak of his strength, he could make up for the shortcomings in his moves by using the speed of his sword strikes.

But now that his strength has plummeted, the flaws of the Thunderclap Blade Technique have also been exposed.

If what happened just now was an evenly matched battle.

So the moment the Xuan Tie Heavy Blade left his hand, Old Master Lu had already died at the hands of the enemy!
Grandpa Lu snapped out of his reverie and suddenly remembered something: "Yuan'er, your strength has broken through again?"

Lu Yuan nodded and immediately began to circulate his qi and blood.

"Wow~"

His blood surged like a mighty river, radiating a blood energy fluctuation reminiscent of a ninth-level Body Tempering expert!
Feeling this powerful surge of energy, Old Master Lu couldn't help but gasp.

Even knowing that their grandson was a martial arts genius, one in a million, they were still shocked once again.

At only one year old, he has already reached the ninth level of body tempering?

What kind of unparalleled genius is this?
In particular, Lu Yuan's blood and qi were surging, and his true strength was powerful. He was only half a step away from stepping into the second-grade Qi Condensation Realm!
Besides.

The martial arts skills that Lu Yuan just displayed were also extremely impressive.

That's why he was able to split that heavy black iron sword, weighing hundreds of pounds, in the blink of an eye with his bare hands!

"Yuan'er, was what you just used the Thunderclap Blade Technique?" Old Master Lu asked curiously.

"Yes."

Lu Yuan looked up with his little face, his expression completely innocent.

"However, I found a drawing among my father's belongings a couple of days ago."

"That picture is amazing; it increased the power of my swordsmanship several times over!"

"A drawing? Chen'er's keepsake?"

"Where is it? Take me there quickly."

Old Master Lu panicked and hurriedly urged.

When he saw the image of the Wind and Thunder God, his nose tingled and tears welled up in his eyes.

"There's no mistake, this is Chen'er's handwriting!"

"I never imagined that Chen'er had perfected the Thunderclap Blade Technique to such a degree. It's a pity that my son, with his extraordinary talent, was killed by demons!"

"Chen'er, don't worry, this old man will definitely avenge you!"

Old Master Lu was heartbroken and tears streamed down his face.

On the aptitude for spiritual practice.

The Lu family, spanning three generations, all possessed remarkable martial arts talent.

When he was young, Old Master Lu received guidance from a martial arts practitioner and embarked on the path of martial arts.

Followed by.

Through a friend's introduction, he successfully joined the Demon Suppression Division and, in just ten years, made a name for himself with the Thunder Blade.

Lu Yuan's father was already a Condensation Realm expert at the age of twenty. He passed the Demon Suppression Division's assessment at a young age and was highly regarded by the internal higher-ups.

As for Lu Yuan's martial arts talent, there's no need to elaborate further.

The Yin Sha spirit is born extraordinary.

Unfortunately.

Lu Yuan's father was unlucky.

During a mission, their team unfortunately encountered a fifth-grade innate demon.

In the end, everyone was wiped out, with no one surviving!
Whenever he recalls the past, Old Master Lu feels remorse and regret.

If he hadn't personally recommended Lu Yuan's father to join the Demon Suppression Division, the Lu family wouldn't have ended up like this!
"Grandpa, these are the pills that Father left behind."

Lu Yuan then took out a porcelain bottle.

The porcelain vase was covered in a grayish hue, dust and cobwebs, clearly indicating that it had been sitting in a corner for a long time.

When Grandpa Lu opened the porcelain bottle, a rich fragrance of medicinal herbs wafted out, making his injuries seem to have lessened considerably!
"Is this a graded Lesser Qi Cultivation Pill?"

"It must be Chen'er's spirit in heaven, silently protecting our Lu family!"

The old man held the porcelain bottle, his emotions running high.

When he learned of his son's death, he was devastated, like never before.

He sat on his son's grave, his heart filled with regret and guilt, and he did not eat or drink for seven whole days!

They didn't even have the courage to clean up Lu Yuan's father's room and his belongings.

But who knows.

So many secrets and treasures were hidden among Lu Yuan's father's belongings?

Could it be that there really is a divine will at play?

(End of this chapter)