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

Chapter 335 In the name of the Grand Tutor, he gathers rare and precious treasures from all over the world!

Inside the Imperial Palace, overturned incense burners and ceremonial tablets lay scattered on the gilded floor tiles.

"Everyone, get out of here!"

Emperor Qianxi's roar echoed in the hall, and most of the court officials, as if granted a pardon, hastily retreated amidst the fluttering hems of their official robes.

The court officials were shocked to realize that what they thought was an ironclad case was nothing more than a lie that could be easily exposed in the face of true power.

What evidence, what laws? In the eyes of this supreme grandmaster, they were nothing but ants that could be crushed at will!
In the blink of an eye, only a handful of people remained in the vast hall!

Zhao Xian's body trembled slightly beneath his purple robe, Sun Lingyuan's golden armor was covered in dust, and Zhang Zhaoran lay limp on the ground, his official hat askew.

"Commander Sun!"

Zhao Xian suddenly turned around, his voice terrifyingly low, "Ningxue... what happened to her?"

Sun Lingyuan's Adam's apple bobbed. His mid-stage Grandmaster cultivation seemed so insignificant under Zhao Xian's oppressive aura.

He was then shocked to realize that the prime minister, the head of the civil officials, was emanating a terrifying aura of a master!
“Dead…dead…” Sun Lingyuan managed to squeeze out the two words.

Surprisingly, Zhao Xian did not fly into a rage.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen.

When he opened his eyes again, all that remained in those cloudy old eyes was a chilling calmness.

"Good...very good..."

Zhao Xian murmured softly, his fingertips digging into his palm without him even realizing it, and blood dripped down the sleeve of his purple robe.

“Lu Xuan, that old scoundrel…you forced me to do this…”

As Emperor Qianxi gazed upon this scene, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine—

He then realized that he might have never truly understood this old minister who had been by his side for decades.

Gradually, Emperor Qianxi slowly closed his eyes, his knuckles digging deep dents into the gilded dragon throne, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged menacingly.

"My dear Zhao, please accept my condolences."

The whisper seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling calm.

The emperor suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes again, his pupils churning with a frenzied undercurrent.

"Please trouble Minister Zhao to tell those two... their conditions."

"I'm sure."

Every word of the Qianxi Emperor seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying with it a deep-seated hatred.

"If that's not enough—"

Emperor Qianxi abruptly ripped off the dragon pendant from his waist and smashed it on the ground. "The six northern prefectures, I cede to the Wanchu Dynasty!"

"The price is that the Grand Preceptor of the Wan Chu Dynasty will kill Lu Xuan for me!"

The sound of jade shattering echoed in the hall, striking the remaining high-ranking officials as if struck by lightning.

Zhang Zhaoran, Chen Jiequan, and the others collapsed to the ground, while Sun Lingyuan's body trembled violently beneath his golden armor.

Your Majesty is jeopardizing the very foundation of the nation!

"I want nothing more now, I just want one result—"

Emperor Qianxi suddenly sprang to his feet, his dragon robe billowing like a raging, crazed dragon, shouting, "Lu Xuan must die!"

A frenzied roar echoed within the Imperial Palace, and the dragon-patterned desk was overturned in response.

In the sunlight, only the bloodshot eyes on the dragon throne gleamed with a terrifying red light.

The gilded pillars inside the hall reflected the ferocious face of Emperor Qianxi.

The two he was referring to!

These were the other two supreme masters of the Great Qian Dynasty—Abbot Huanmie of Baoxiang Temple and Master Xuyang of Qingyang Sect.

Although these two were not in the imperial court, they weighed heavily on Emperor Qianxi's mind like two mountains.

Baoxiang Temple stands on Yunyin Mountain, a hundred miles east of Qianning City, its golden roof shining brightly in the morning sun.

Three thousand monks practiced day and night, their staffs flashing like a forest.

One hundred thousand believers prostrated themselves in worship, and the sound of chanting scriptures never ceased throughout the day.

The stone tablet in front of the mountain gate, inscribed with "Buddhist Pure Land," has long been polished to a shine by countless pilgrims.

In the Qingming Mountains, 180 miles west of the city, the Chengxiao Palace of the Qingyang Sect was built against the mountain, with 72 Taoist temples scattered throughout.

Every day at Chenshi (7-9 AM), the sound of tens of thousands of Taoist priests in green robes chanting the Qingyang Scripture can disperse the morning mist in the mountains.

In the market at the foot of the mountain, believers wearing yin-yang symbolic charms can be seen everywhere, and even government officials have to show deference to the religious leaders.

The two factions, like giant pythons, coiled on both sides of the royal domain, and the sounds of temple bells and Taoist chimes could be faintly heard.

"They want the county?"

"You need believers?"

Emperor Qianxi suddenly grinned maliciously.

"I will give them to them!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian's cloudy eyes suddenly gleamed with a sharp light.

He understood better than anyone what this meant—allowing the two major religious sects to carve out their own territories was tantamount to planting two sharp knives in the heart of the dynasty.

"Your Majesty, please reconsider!" Sun Lingyuan couldn't help but speak up, "The late Emperor was afraid back then..."

"The late emperor?"

Emperor Qianxi interrupted sharply, the gold-threaded python pattern on the cuffs of his dragon robe trembling violently. "Did the late emperor ever consider that one day my imperial edicts might not even leave Qianning City?"

The hall was dead silent.

Everyone understood that Emperor Qianxi was trying to quench his thirst with poison.

But right now, the sword hanging over our heads—Lu Xuan and the Lu family's Mighty Tiger Army—is even more unsettling than the two threats a hundred miles away.

"Practice."

Emperor Qianxi said slowly and deliberately, “The Dongyang Prefecture is granted the Baoxiang Temple, and the Xishan Prefecture is granted the Qingyang Sect.”

"Furthermore, the two religions may collect taxes and recruit soldiers independently."

This last sentence made Zhao Xian gasp – it meant handing over the very lifeline of the dynasty!
But looking at the emperor on the dragon throne, who would dare to utter a single word?

At this moment, Emperor Qianxi was like a gambler who had lost everything, willing to pawn his empire in order to kill Lu Xuan!

Lu Mansion.

The secret room, which was empty yesterday, is now filled with dazzling and rare treasures.

Those rare and precious materials that were only heard of in legends are now piled up like ordinary junk.

The most eye-catching thing was the pile of oddly shaped metal blocks in the corner.

Some gleam with a cold, bluish light, while others have mysterious patterns on their surfaces that change color on their own when illuminated by firelight.

On the other side, the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum was piled up like a mountain, and the top one had even transformed into a human shape, with its tendrils hanging down like white hair.

"Jinyun".

A voice snapped Lu Jinyun out of her daze.

Lu Xuan casually tossed a gold medal over, which drew a dazzling golden light in the air.

"The Grand Marshal's Order for All Armies?"

Lu Jinyun caught it in a fluster, and the icy touch from his palm made him shudder.

This golden token, capable of mobilizing a million soldiers, was casually tossed to him like an ordinary token.

"From this day forward, you will take charge of the Lu family."

Without looking back, Lu Xuan walked deeper into the secret chamber, the hem of his purple robe sweeping over the priceless treasures.

"remember--"

"Collect rare and exotic weapons from all over the world for your father, as well as these highly nourishing items."

"Anyone who obstructs us will be killed without mercy!"

Lu Xuan suddenly stopped, and a piece of strange iron, entirely crimson, slipped from his sleeve.

The moment the iron block hit the ground, the temperature in the entire vault suddenly rose.

"These are the real treasures."

"Go out."

After expelling everyone, Lu Xuan expertly checked the system panel! 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
Spiritual energy of heaven and earth detected. Extract it?
extract!

The crimson iron block in Lu Xuan's hand instantly turned into ashes and scattered on the ground.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (First Incarnation)
Realm: Supreme Grandmaster (Minor Success)
Technique: Tiger Split Saber Technique 9/9 (can be deduced)

Score: 501
Consume 300 system points to deduce the Tiger Split Saber Technique!
The system points increased by 500.

Lu Xuan wasn't in a hurry to deduce the cultivation technique; instead, he focused his attention on the remaining items.

These were all things that Lu Xuan had personally touched; they were all good items that could earn him system points.

A month later, in the main hall of the Lu residence, the air was thick with the oppressive scent of sandalwood.

"Father has been in seclusion for a full month and hasn't come out since..."

Lu Jinhua gripped the sword at his waist tightly, the pearl on the tassel making a creaking sound as he squeezed it.

"Second brother, do you think it's possible that..."

"Third brother, don't talk nonsense!"

Lu Jinyun slammed her hand on the table, causing the teacups on it to jump.

The marshal's golden token hanging from his waist swayed, casting a dazzling shadow in the morning light.

"My father is a grandmaster of this era, how could he..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Jinwu suddenly interrupted, "Second Brother, but Uncle Li said that Father did indeed show signs of going into a state of demonic possession that day!"

The flame patterns on his Vermilion Bird battle robe moved even without wind. "Didn't you notice?"

"My father's behavior nearly a month ago..."

The conversation ended abruptly there.

The four looked at each other, each seeing a deep-seated fear in the other's eyes—

The father who killed people with a laugh in the imperial court was completely different from the strict father in my memory who was self-disciplined and respectful.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

Several guards stationed in the Lu family's secret vault stumbled in, their aged faces filled with panic.

"Master, Third Master, Fourth Master, Fifth Master, the secret vault... there's a strange phenomenon in the secret vault!"

Lu Jinyun and the others suddenly stood up.

Through the carved window lattice, one could see dark clouds swirling above the backyard, with faint golden and red rays of light intertwining within them.

Even more terrifying was that the suffocating pressure, even through several courtyards, still made their blood boil.

The golden token in Lu Jinyun's hand suddenly became as hot as a branding iron. He stared intently at the pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, and suddenly remembered his father's last words.

"Entry is prohibited unless it is an emergency!"

This terrifying phenomenon actually put his mind at ease—at least it proved that his father was still cultivating, and not...

"No problem."

Lu Jinyun said in a deep voice, his fingertips lightly tracing the scorch marks on the golden token, "Third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, the most urgent task is to continue collecting the rare treasures of heaven and earth that Father needs."

Lu Jinhua suddenly stood up, his Vermilion Bird battle robe fluttering in the surging true energy: "Second brother, don't worry, we have already seized the secret treasures of seventy prestigious families in the past month."

His eyes flashed with a cold light, "Especially the Li family in Hugu City, that 'Nine Netherworld Orchid,' their patriarch actually dared to resist it with his life..."

"Fifty thousand Xuanwu Guards have already trampled the Li family's ancestral home to the ground."

Lu Jinchang replied coldly, his Xuanwu Iron Armor still stained with undried blood, "It's a pity we only found half a plant..."

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

A guard, covered in blood, rushed in: "Report!"

"Those bald monks from Baoxiang Temple stole the rare stones from our Three Carts of Heaven and Earth!"

"Crack!"

The jade teacup in Lu Jinyun's hand shattered instantly. The scalding tea was vaporized into white mist by the murderous aura emanating from his body before it even hit the ground.

A blood-red glint flashed in the eyes of all four—the fierce light that only appears when a beast is provoked.

"good very good."

Lu Jinyun slowly stood up: "I haven't even gone to find them yet, and they've already come to their deaths."

A hint of apprehension flashed in Lu Jinhua's eyes: "Second Brother, that old bald monk Huanmie from Baoxiang Temple, and that Taoist priest Xuyang from Qingyang Sect, are, after all,..."

"Third brother, Father has ordered that anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed without mercy!"

"Order the Tiger Guard Army to muster 100,000 troops."

Lu Jinyun slowly stood up, and the sword at his waist automatically drew three inches from its sheath. "The main family wants to personally deal with this group of... ignorant bald monks."

"Jinchang, go and report to Uncle Li immediately!"

"Also, I'd like to ask Father's permission!"

Meanwhile, undercurrents were swirling within the imperial court.

"The Lu family is rebelling!"

Minister of War Chen Jiequan slammed the secret report heavily on the table, making the teacups clink.

"In just one month, they have plundered seventy prestigious families, including even a thousand-year-old clan like the Li family..."

"Silence!" Zhao Xian shouted sternly, but he couldn't hide the slight trembling of his hands hidden in his sleeves.

Fine beads of sweat had already seeped from the forehead of this Grand Chancellor of the Qianlong Emperor!
If the Lu family were to succeed in their rebellion, the first one to be purged would undoubtedly be him, the current prime minister.

He hasn't avenged his daughter yet.

Inside the Qiansheng Palace, Emperor Qianxi paced back and forth anxiously, his dragon boots making a chaotic sound on the golden bricks.

"Minister Zhao!"

Emperor Qianxi suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot, "When will those two experts arrive?"

"Is it possible that my gesture of ceding a prefecture is not enough to demonstrate my sincerity?"

Zhao Xian hurriedly knelt down, his forehead pressed against the cold floor tiles: "Your Majesty is wise. This old minister sent someone with an imperial edict a month ago."

“Master Huanmie of Baoxiang Temple is in seclusion, while Master Xuyang of Qingyang Sect…” His Adam’s apple bobbed, ““It is said that he is studying the Great Dao in arduous meditation.”

A sudden gust of cold wind rose outside the hall, and the withered yellow leaves of the paulownia tree rustled against the windowpanes, making a sound like the whisper of death.

"Report!"

Several imperial guards rushed into the main hall in a panic, shouting, "Master Lu, Lu Jinyun has personally led 100,000 Tiger Guards towards Baoxiang Temple!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qianxi's jade thumb ring shattered into dust with a "crack".

At this critical moment——

"Amitabha."

"Infinite Heavenly Lord."

Two figures appeared at the palace gate like ghosts.

The old monk on the left, draped in a purple-gold robe, had an invisible current flowing beneath his feet with every step he took.

The Taoist priest on the right, with white hair and a youthful face, was surrounded by a faint azure cloud.

"Two seniors!"

Upon seeing this, Emperor Qianxi disregarded his imperial dignity and staggered forward to greet him, uttering, "I..."

Master Disillusion raised one hand, and the prayer beads on his wrist moved automatically without wind: "Your Majesty, do not worry."

"I have already deployed monks in Yunyin Mountain, just waiting for those juniors of the Lu family to walk into my trap."

Master Xuyang lightly swept his whisk, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "Once we capture Lu Jinyun and the other three, we'll use them as bait..."

He made a strangulation gesture, "Are you afraid that Grand Tutor Lu won't fall into our trap?"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qianxi's eyes flashed with a terrifying light, and he uttered several words in succession.

"If the two seniors can slay this fiend—"

"I hereby issue an imperial decree to bestow upon the two of you the title of Holy Teachers Protector of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

"May you enjoy the incense offerings of the people and receive the worship of a thousand autumns!"

(End of this chapter)