Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 331 Everyone was astonished! The Grand Tutor's power!
The secret room was as silent as an abyss.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (First Incarnation)
Realm: Supreme Grandmaster (Beginner)
Technique: Tiger Split Saber Technique 8/9 (Can be deduced!)
Score: 100
Consume 99 system points to deduce the Tiger Split Saber Technique!
"Deduction!"

With a cold shout from Lu Xuan, the boundless and unparalleled Qi suddenly boiled.

Immediately afterwards, a brilliant golden light shone brightly in the secret room, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

"Roar--!"

Rumble!
The invisible air suddenly tore apart, and nine tiger-shaped sword intents, as large as mountains, burst forth from the sky.

Each tiger, a manifestation of sword intent, is incredibly lifelike, with chilling blade light dancing within its golden mane.

The first statue lunged forward, but before its claws even reached the target, the diamonds on the walls of the secret chamber shattered on their own.

The second statue, shaped like a howling moon, caused the foundation of the entire training room to tremble amidst the reverberating sound waves.

The third statue sits atop the dome, and where its tiger tail sweeps, a brief vacuum is created in the air.

Lu Xuan stood in the eye of the storm, his robes motionless.

The ninth sword intent white tiger was the most solid, with a blood-red royal mark growing on its forehead, and its tiger eyes filled with an ancient and chilling aura.

"Roar--"

At the last moment, the nine tigers roared in unison, their roars carving deep trenches, some feet deep, into the walls of the secret chamber.

Those crisscrossing knife marks somehow formed a faint, illusory image of a tiger.

As all the tiger shadows disappeared into Lu Xuan's brow, the entire secret chamber suddenly fell into dead silence.

Only the knife marks on the wall, which were still "spreading and growing," proved that the astonishing knife intent just now was not an illusion.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (First Incarnation)
Realm: Supreme Grandmaster (Minor Success)
Kung Fu Technique: Tiger Split Saber Technique 9/9
Score: 1
Lu Xuan lowered his eyes and stared at his palm, his fingertips lightly twirling the clump of dark red iron filings.

Let the dust slip through my fingers!

"This is a good thing!"

"If there were more, my trials and tribulations in this mortal world would end very soon."

Lu Xuan's eyes flickered slightly as he recalled the strange tremor before the iron filings disappeared—like the throbbing of some ferocious creature that had been dormant for ten thousand years as it awoke.

These are just incomplete fragments.

If it were a complete piece, the effect would perhaps be even more astonishing.

However, none of that matters!

Although this body's "integrity and uprightness" led to the Lu family becoming destitute, but—

From this moment on, everything in this world belongs to me!
As Lu Xuan stepped out of the secret chamber, the incredibly sturdy bluestone floor silently cracked.

Amidst the swirling gale, a low, guttural roar could be faintly heard, and each step left a three-inch claw mark on the pillar.

Outside the secret room, Li Ming's emaciated body suddenly trembled.

The old butler's cloudy eyes reflected a suffocating scene—

Lu Xuan's figure was distorted and deformed in the morning light.

In a daze, I found myself overlapping with the phantom of a giant golden tiger riding on clouds.

Butler Li Ming's hands trembled uncontrollably. Despite his mastery of martial arts, he appeared as ordinary as a novice.

"Master...Master..."

"you……"

The words caught in Li Ming's throat; he didn't know whether he should say the rest of the sentence.

He was initially worried that the master might go mad.

However, seeing Lu Xuan's energetic appearance, he immediately began to question his own existence.

This is hardly the state of weakness that comes from going astray in cultivation.
It was clearly a breakthrough in his cultivation, reaching a martial arts realm he had never glimpsed before!
The things that Old Steward Li Ming said to Lu Jinyun before were just excuses to comfort him.

Going astray in cultivation is no joke.

For martial artists, at best their martial arts cultivation will regress, and at worst their martial arts cultivation will be completely destroyed, their minds will be confused, and their lives will hang by a thread!
Lu Xuan glanced at Li Ming casually.

"what happened?"

With just that one simple glance, Li Ming felt as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood were rushing towards him.

Those hellish battlefields I had witnessed while fighting alongside the master now flashed back on my retina as if they had come alive.

These four simple words resounded in Li Ming's ears, and only then did he regain his breathing rhythm.

He stared intently at the still-wet bloodstains on the old man's clothes—clearly signs of demonic possession, but why…?
“Master…” Li Ming’s voice was hoarse and barely audible, “Young Master Haowu is back.”

"at the same time……"

Li Ming's aged body was deeply hunched over, his withered fingers tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His deep voice echoed in the courtyard.

“I… also took it upon myself to make decisions.”

Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, yet each word was clear.

“I transferred 10,000 Tiger Roar Guards from the Mighty Tiger Army and stormed into the Heavenly Prison.”

"He broke Chen Yuhong's right kneecap—that little brat from the Minister of Rites' family."

"And that bastard Minister of War, Liu Sheng's left leg, I personally smashed it with the hilt of my sword."

At this point, Li Ming suddenly straightened his hunched back, and a hint of ruthlessness appeared on his wrinkled face:
"As for that little beast from Warden Zhang's family... this old servant will cripple both of his legs!"

The last few words were spoken with resounding force, echoing through the courtyard.

Li Ming's cloudy eyes showed no fear, but rather a resolute determination as if he were facing death.

He knew the master's old temper all too well; this action was enough to kill him ten times over.

"Please, sir..."

Butler Li Ming kowtowed heavily, his forehead striking the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

"Punishment!"

The knock caused the wooden hairpin that held his hair to break, and his long, gray hair fell loose.

However, the thunderous rage that Li Ming had anticipated did not materialize. Instead, a chilling...appreciation echoed through the courtyard.
"very good."

Li Ming's kneeling body trembled suddenly, and a look of astonishment flashed across his aged face.

These two words were like ice from the deepest hell, making Li Ming's hair stand on end.

He subconsciously looked up and met Lu Xuan's unfathomable eyes—a gaze that churned within them, filled with an unbelievable level of agreement!
"despair."

A drop of cold sweat fell to the ground, splashing up fine dust on the blue bricks.

That's right, Li Ming panicked!
He was even a little scared.

If it weren't for the fact that the old man in front of me didn't seem to have changed at all...

He genuinely suspected that someone might be impersonating the master.

"boom!"

A sudden gust of wind swept through the bamboo leaves, and thousands of green shadows intertwined in the air to form the phantom of a giant golden tiger.

Li Ming's withered fingers dug deep into the blue bricks, and traces of blood seeped from between his fingers.

This is not right...

That's completely wrong.
Li Ming, the old steward, had his cloudy pupils contract violently.

The master has always valued rules above all else.

In the past, let alone mobilizing the Tiger Roar Guards without permission, even the guards in the mansion who crossed the line would be severely punished.

But now...

What he just did is enough to kill dozens of other people.

It was precisely because of the master's personality.

Li Ming was worried that Lu Jinyun and the Tiger Roar Guards would all be punished by the master.

So he simply took all the blame and bore the brunt of the master's anger.

At worst, I'll just die.

"Li Ming."

Lu Xuan suddenly bent down, his blood-stained silver beard brushing against the old man's stiff shoulder.

At this distance, Li Ming could clearly see—deep in the master's pupils, there was a tiger's shadow lurking!

"Get up."

Lu Xuan's icy fingers patted his trembling back with a touch so light it was unsettling.

The inner quarters of the Lu family mansion!

Lu Xuan stepped into the inner courtyard with his hands behind his back, his black brocade boots treading over the bluestone bricks engraved with tiger stripes.

These bricks and stones, bestowed by the late emperor, still retain their sharp edges and corners despite the passage of time.

Each tiger stripe seemed to silently recount the Lu family's former unparalleled glory.

Wherever Lu Xuan went, the servants bowed their heads in unison like waves of wheat. The carved nanmu door creaked open, and a strong medicinal aroma wafted out, mixed with the bitterness of angelica and the sweet and pungent smell of cinnabar.

"Uncle!"

"master!"

"Big brother!"

"Father!"

Amidst the gasps of surprise, Lu Xuan's eyes flashed like lightning as he swept over everyone in the room.

The crowd in front of the bed parted like a tide—the third son, Lu Ming, knelt on the ground, his back taut and arched.

Lu Jincheng, the eldest son of the second wife, stood with his hands at his sides, a barely perceptible fear flashing in his eyes.

Several daughters-in-law clutched silk handkerchiefs, their faces partially covered by tears that hadn't yet dried, but their eyes were still prying.

The most eye-catching figures were the three elderly men dressed in brocade robes with crane patterns.

Zhang Linjing, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, deftly guided the golden needles into the boy's acupoints like nimble snakes.

The frequency of the needle's tail trembling implies the "Nine-Turn Needle Immortal Technique" secretly passed down by the Imperial Medical Academy.

Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly, able to get three imperial physicians to perform this miraculous acupuncture technique simultaneously.

In the entire city of Qianning, only the Lu family is able to enjoy this immense imperial favor.

"grandfather……"

Lu Haowu struggled to get up from the bed, but was nailed back to his spot by Lu Xuan's stern gaze.

On the boy's bare shoulder blades, four deep, bone-revealing chain wounds gleamed with an eerie bluish-black hue.

The edges of the wound were rolled up like jagged teeth, clearly the marks left by the legendary "ten-thousand-pound lock" used to suppress serious criminals.

clang--

The mutton-fat jade bracelet shattered into several pieces on the blue bricks, and the eldest daughter-in-law, Liu, had already knelt heavily on the ground.

Her well-maintained forehead pressed against the broken jade, and soon a patch of crimson stained it.

"Father!"

"Please... do justice for Haowu!"

The choked voice abruptly stopped.

This usually dignified noblewoman suddenly burst into heart-wrenching sobs.

Her nails, painted with henna, dug deep into the cracks in the brickwork, as if she wanted to pour out all the pain of losing her husband ten years ago.

Lu Xuan's gaze narrowed slightly.

Memories flooded back—the bloody battle in the northern border ten years ago, in which the eldest son, Lu Jintian, died on the battlefield.

Now, Lu Jintian's only bloodline is lying dying right before my eyes.

"If anything happens to Haowu..."

Suddenly, Liu looked up, a resolute light flashing in her swollen, red eyes.

"Then my daughter-in-law went with them, father and son!"

Lu Xuan's hand, hidden in his sleeve, tightened slightly.

What a formidable original owner!
For the sake of the meaningless title of "impartial and incorruptible," even the life of his eldest grandson was sacrificed.

Such a stubborn and pedantic old man who seeks fame and fortune is simply... a bit outrageous.

In any case, Lu Xuan would never do such a thing.

Boom!
At this moment, Lu Jinyun's forehead slammed heavily onto the blue brick, and blood immediately trickled down from between her eyebrows.

His back was ramrod straight, and his muscles bulged beneath his black military robe—a posture of readiness to endure family punishment at any moment.

“I secretly mobilized the Tiger Roar Guard and forcibly brought Haowu back.”

"Please punish me, Father."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

The eldest daughter-in-law's sobs stopped abruptly, and the golden needles of the imperial physicians fell to the ground.

Everyone knows what this means—unauthorized mobilization of troops to storm the imperial prison is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family!

"Crack!"

Lu Xuan suddenly crushed the floor tile with his foot.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, he reached out and helped Lu Jinyun, who was kowtowing, to her feet.

"It's alright, I'll make the arrangements myself!"

Upon hearing this, the three imperial physicians froze on the spot, the warmth of the gold needles still lingering on their fingertips.

In the instant Zhang Jinglin and his colleague locked eyes, their pupils reflected each other's pale, paper-like faces—

my darling!

These things don't seem like things we lowly underlings are qualified to hear.

That's a capital offense!
"This humble official...this humble official pays respects to the Grand Tutor!"

Zhang Linjing hurriedly knelt down, his forehead pressed against the cold floor tiles.

The two young imperial physicians behind him were trembling like leaves!
This isn't taking a pulse; it's like stepping into a dragon's den or a tiger's lair!

"Grand Tutor, your grandson's injuries..."

Zhang Linjing's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was terribly dry.

"Among Young Master Haowu's eight extraordinary meridians, the six major meridians of the hand (three Yin) and foot (three Yang) are all damaged."

"At the same time, there is blood stasis in the Qihai acupoint. If it is not cleared in time, I'm afraid..."

With each report of an injury, the tense atmosphere inside the room intensified.

When Zhang Linjing was talking about “damage to the dantian and dantian,” he was suddenly gripped by an invisible force, and the second half of his sentence was stuck in his throat.

"From now on, Young Master Haowu must not continue practicing martial arts!"

"What did you say?"

Before he could finish speaking, the figure on the bed suddenly sprang up!
"impossible!"

With bloodshot eyes, Lu Haowu ripped open his shirt, revealing a hideous bruise on his chest.

He frantically channeled his internal energy, only to have black blood spill from the corner of his mouth—

The internal energy that used to be as easy to control as an arm is now rampaging through my body like a wild horse.

"Grandpa, I... I can still clearly feel the true energy!"

"Those damned beasts!"

One of the original owner's cousins ​​suddenly overturned a low table, amidst the sound of celadon teacups shattering.

The usually calm and low-key old man's veins bulged.

"How dare you treat Xiao Haowu so cruelly!"

He turned to look at Lu Xuan, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

But when she met her brother's cold, unfathomable gaze, she involuntarily fell silent.

"Why!"

"I……."

If you can't practice martial arts, what's the difference between you and a piece of trash!
boom--

Nine solid tiger-shaped qi suddenly appeared, causing the air in the entire room to freeze.

Lu Xuan gently pressed his palm on Lu Haowu's crown chakra, and in an instant, golden light shone brightly.

The boundless and powerful Qi surged into Lu Haowu's body like a river overflowing its banks.

"Ugh!"

Lu Haowu trembled violently, and strands of black blood oozed from his seven orifices.

Those internal injuries melted away instantly in the face of Lu Xuan's supreme internal energy, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Even more astonishingly, the gruesome wounds on the boy's body healed and regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The silver needle in Zhang Linjing's hand clattered to the ground, and his old eyes widened in disbelief.

In his sixty years of medical practice, he had never seen such a miracle—no need for acupuncture points or herbal medicine.

With just the immense Qi of a supreme grandmaster, one can reshape meridians and recreate flesh and blood!
This is... the Supreme Grandmaster...

The two young imperial physicians muttered to themselves, their legs involuntarily weakening as they knelt on the ground.

Beneath Lu Haowu's pale skin, golden light could be seen flowing along his meridians.

Wherever it passes, broken meridians automatically reconnect, and blocked acupoints are suddenly cleared.

Suddenly, a tiger-like roar resonated from the boy's dantian.

A golden beam of light shot into the sky, blowing all the roof tiles off!
(End of this chapter)