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

Chapter 336: Land Immortal!

Deep within the Lu family's secret vault, the mountains of rare treasures that had piled up a month ago had vanished without a trace.

In the dimly lit secret room, Lu Xuan sat cross-legged, surrounded by strange spatial fluctuations.

Those extraordinary stones that once drove the entire dynasty mad are now nothing but dust.

Even the most potent tonics, such as the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and the ten-thousand-year-old ginseng, have all vanished into nothingness.

Lu Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and a dazzling golden data panel flashed in his pupils.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (First Incarnation)
Realm: Land Immortal (Beginner)

Kung Fu Technique: Tiger Split Saber Technique 15/9
Score: 2000
Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, and the air in the secret room seemed to freeze.

In the next instant, Lu Xuan's eyes shone with a golden light as bright as stars, each ray of light containing profound mysteries beyond the comprehension of this world.

"Congeal."

With a soft shout from Lu Xuan, nine illusory tiger kings appeared in the void.

The most eye-catching creatures were two giant tigers, one white and one black. The white tiger was surrounded by a chilling aura, and ice crystals formed wherever it passed.

The black tiger spewed out monstrous demonic flames, scorching and distorting even the space around it.

"Land gods?"

Lu Xuan chuckled, his voice carrying the vicissitudes of countless worlds, "It is quite similar to the Divine Palace Realm True Person of the Heavenly Martial Realm."

In an instant, the nine tiger shadows before Lu Xuan suddenly swelled, each displaying a completely different power of heaven and earth.

The Azure Tiger summoned wind and thunder, lightning danced wildly, the Crimson Tiger spewed flames, scorching the heavens and boiling the seas, the Golden Tiger revealed its full power, tearing through the void...

With a light tap of his fingertips, Lu Xuan caused the white tiger and the black tiger to become entangled, and the interplay of ice and fire created a small world.

But in an instant, this void collapsed due to the imbalance of terrifying forces.

Lu Xuan suddenly clenched his five fingers, and the mournful cries of the nine tiger phantoms turned into specks of light and dissipated.

"Without the divine thought of a True Immortal of the Divine Palace to harmonize it, even the strongest power of heaven and earth is merely..."

Suddenly, the dome of the secret chamber was pierced by an invisible force, and Lu Xuan's gaze pierced through the heavens: "It's just a child playing with a big knife."

"However, the power of these terrestrial immortals far exceeds the imagination of mortals."

"Compared to the previous Supreme Grandmaster, Lu Xuan felt that he was more than dozens of times stronger."

Lu Jinchang paced back and forth in the bluestone path outside the secret warehouse, his heavy combat boots making a "click, click" sound in the silence.

Every fifteen minutes, he would get close to the black iron gate and use his "sound transmission technique".

"Father... are you well?"

Although Lu Jinchang's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, it contained the internal energy fluctuations of a grandmaster.

However, the secret vault remained deathly silent, with not even a trace of energy to be detected.

"Uncle Li!"

Lu Jinchang turned around abruptly, his Xuanwu heavy armor gleaming in the sunlight.

"My second brother and the others have probably already arrived in Dongyang County!"

"Those bald monks at Baoxiang Temple... are causing some trouble!"

Li Ming, the old steward, gripped a simple, ancient knife tightly with his withered fingers.

The old steward of the Lu family, a master of martial arts, had fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Fifth Young Master... things have come to this point, we cannot panic."

On the surface, Butler Li Ming appeared unconcerned, but inwardly he was worried.

If it were just those bald monks from Baoxiang Temple, they wouldn't pose much of a threat to the Second Young Master and his companions.

What worries Li Ming the most is that the abbot of Baoxiang Temple, that old rascal Huanmie.

He was a true Grandmaster, just like my master.

As a martial arts master who had achieved the highest level of mastery, Li Ming knew this better than anyone else.

What does the phrase "Supreme Grandmaster" mean?

"Fifth Young Master..." Li Ming's voice was terribly hoarse, "Do you know what a Supreme Grandmaster is?"

"An army of 100,000?" Li Ming gave a bitter laugh. "Before a true Grandmaster, they are nothing but..."

"It's just a chicken and a dog!"

The so-called supreme grandmasters have long surpassed ordinary people's understanding of power.

It is a terrifying force that surpasses thousands of troops and cannot be countered by sheer numbers.

They are humanoid natural disasters walking between heaven and earth, capable of crushing rocks and breaking metal with a mere gesture.

Before a supreme grandmaster, an army of ten thousand is nothing but a lamb to the slaughter.

With just a thought, they can move through layers of military formations like ghosts.

Taking the enemy's head from among thousands of soldiers is as easy as taking something out of a bag.

This terrifying power is enough to make anyone in the world wary.

"But we can't just sit here and wait to die!"

Lu Jinchang's hand rested on the hilt of the sword, then slumped down and let go.

He knew better than anyone the consequences of rashly disturbing a martial arts practitioner's seclusion.

The entire Lu family remembers clearly what happened last month when their father went "mad".

The reason my father's personality changed drastically was because of that time he went mad with evil spirits.

The last time he went mad with qi, his personality changed drastically. If it happens again, the Lu family's sky will really collapse.

Just then, a soft "click" sound came from the door of the secret vault.

A ray of golden light slowly seeped out from the crack in the door... as bright as the morning sun!
“Click——”

Lu Jinchang subconsciously raised his hand to shield himself, only to see a tall, slender figure step out in the light.

Lu Xuan's robes moved without wind, each fold seemingly containing a world-destroying power.

"Father!"

Lu Jinchang had no time to be happy before he knelt down on one knee and reported everything.

"It was those bald monks from Baoxiang Temple who stole three cartloads of rare stones from our Lu family!"

knew."

Three words, a light touch.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Xuan reached out a hand and lifted Lu Jinchang up.

"Walk."

Lu Xuan led Lu Jinchang into the sky and soared into the distance.

Li Ming was deeply shocked when he saw Lu Xuan fly into the sky.

He had just seen countless golden tiger shadows swirling in Lu Xuan's pupils...
That wasn't the look a human should have; it was like a god looking down at ants.

The master's martial arts level... could it be...?
This is impossible!

Outside Dongyang County, the area within a hundred miles of Wanfo Mountain was shrouded in a chilling atmosphere.

One hundred thousand Mighty Tiger Army soldiers lined up at the foot of the mountain, their iron armor forming a dense forest.

The heavy cavalry at the front row held twelve-foot-long spears, the tips of which gleamed coldly, forming a silvery sea.

The battle flags fluttered in the wind, and the ferocious tiger heads on the flags seemed about to burst out of the cloth.

In front of the mountain gate, the "Vajra Formation for Subduing Demons" formed by three thousand warrior monks was even more magnificent.

The front row of 1,800 monks, their staffs reaching their eyebrows, formed an impregnable wall.

One thousand one hundred monks carrying knives stood in the middle, their blades reflecting a dazzling Buddhist light.
The chanting of the last hundred monks condensed into a golden swastika in the air, all formed by the outward projection of their inner energy.

Inside the ancient pavilion atop the mountain, Master Disillusionment held a purple clay teacup, and the tea inside swirled into a vortex on its own.

The old monk smiled and looked at the opposite side: "Brother Xuyang, do you think my formation might be acceptable?"

Master Xuyang lightly tapped the stone table with his fingertip, and a Tai Chi pattern immediately appeared on the hard bluestone: "The three thousand monks are of one mind, and the Buddha's light has reached the realm of perfection."

At the summit of Wanfo Mountain, a sea of ​​clouds churns and surges.

A jade chessboard floats on the edge of a cliff, with black and white pieces battling it out on the board.

Master of Disillusionment held a teacup, and the tea inside moved on its own without any wind, transforming into a water dragon that swirled around.

"Brother Xuyang, you flatter me."

With a flick of his finger, the old monk of illusion caused a black piece on the chessboard to suddenly transform into a blur and land on the board.

"Compared to your sect's Nine Revolutions True Yang Formation, which can burn mountains and boil seas, this old monk's mere Demon Subduing Formation..." Above Wanfo Mountain, Lu Jinyun's voice boomed like thunder from the heavens, carrying immense internal energy that shook the surrounding area.

"Monks of Baoxiang Temple, listen up!"

This angry shout caused the demon-subduing formation of three thousand warrior monks to pause for a moment.

Lu Jinyun stood in mid-air, the marshal's golden token hanging at his waist emitting a dazzling blood-red light, reflecting seven large characters in the clouds.

Grand Marshal of All Armies!
"Those three cartloads of rare stones from heaven and earth are tributes from the imperial court!"

"You people of Baoxiang Temple are plundering and seizing by force; are you perhaps planning a rebellion?"

These words immediately caused a stir at the foot of the mountain.

The expressions of hundreds of young monks changed drastically, and the monks' knives trembled slightly in their hands.

A handsome young novice monk's legs went weak, and his prayer beads snapped with a "crack," scattering the bodhi seeds all over the ground.

“There is no place in the world other than the royal land!”

"All the people in the land are the king's subjects!"

Lu Jinyun's voice was booming, each word carrying a sharp, sword-like aura.

"Today, I, the head of this family, in the name of the Grand Tutor, hereby proclaim to the world!"

Lu Jinyun suddenly drew his sword, and wherever the blade pointed, the golden swastikas above the heads of the three thousand monks all dimmed.

"If the tribute is not returned within one hour, the million-strong army will surely flatten Wanfo Mountain within three days."

“Even your secular relatives will be implicated.”

"No place to bury the dead!"

Inside the ancient pavilion atop the mountain, the purple clay teacup in Master Illusion's hand suddenly shattered.

The old monk's eyes flashed with a sharp light, only to see that over a hundred monks in the formation below the mountain were looking bewildered.

These are mostly self-taught vagrants; how could they withstand such hurtful words?

"What a clever Lu Jinyun..."

"They actually know such ruthless tricks..."

Because no one could remain calm and composed after being listed as a traitor to the Great Qian Dynasty.

The sky above Wanfo Mountain suddenly fell silent, with only Lu Jinyun's voice echoing like muffled thunder among the mountains.

The formation of the three thousand monks visibly began to falter, and the faces of hundreds of monks instantly turned deathly pale.

The word "rebellion" carries immense weight!

The young monks, whose cultivation was still shallow, were already trembling slightly in the hands of their monks.

A novice monk dressed in gray robes collapsed to his knees with a thud.

The prayer beads in his hand suddenly broke, and the sound of the bodhi seeds rolling off the cliff was particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

"Big...Senior Brother..." the novice monk stammered as he looked at the martial monk with a staff beside him.

“I still have my elderly father and mother in my secular family…they will also be affected.”

"Shut up!"

The leading monk roared angrily, only to find that his staff was also trembling slightly.

He was horrified to discover that the stick was covered with fine cracks—

This is a sign of wavering mind!
After all, a monk who can truly see through the illusions of the world and sever ties with secular life is one of them.

It can be said that there are very few!

If my actions today lead to the repercussions of my entire family, I will regret it deeply.

"Such ruthless methods..."

At this moment, Master Xuyang narrowed his eyes, looking at the great formation below the mountain that was already showing signs of collapse.

"Using the righteousness of the imperial court to oppress people is an attempt to disrupt the mental state of your Buddhist community!"

A million-strong army is at the city gates.

Everyone is well aware that Lu Jinyun is the head of the Lu family.

The fact that he said that meant he wasn't joking.

Because behind Lu Jinyun is the powerful Grand Tutor Lu, who holds immense power in the court and controls all the military forces in the country.

The words of that Grand Tutor Lu were sometimes more effective than those of the Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty.

He said you were rebelling, so you were rebelling, and you couldn't defend yourselves!
"Amitabha!"

"Benefactor Lu is quite eloquent!"

A Buddhist chant, as resounding as a great bell, echoed through the sky as Master Huanmie descended gracefully from the mountaintop, his feet resting on a golden lotus.

With each step the old monk took, a phantom of a nine-tiered lotus platform formed from vital energy bloomed beneath his feet, completely dissolving the oppressive force of the military formation set up by Lu Jinyun.

Upon seeing Master Huanmie, Lu Jinyun's pupils constricted. He suppressed the trembling in his heart and bowed.

"Patriarch of the Lu family, Lu Jinyun greets Master Huanmie!"

"If the master can return those three cartloads of rare stones, I, Lu, am willing to guarantee it in the name of the family head..."

Before the words were finished, a shrill voice suddenly came from behind the monks: "The imperial edict has arrived—"

An old eunuch dressed in a scarlet palace robe slowly walked out, carrying a bright yellow silk cloth in his hand that was so bright in the sunlight that it was hard to open one's eyes.

As the imperial edict was unfurled, the four characters "By Mandate of Heaven" pierced the eyes of Lu Jinyun and his companions.

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Effective immediately, Master Huanmie of Baoxiang Temple and Master Xuyang of Qingyang Temple are hereby conferred the title of Grand Masters Protector of the Nation, as if the Emperor himself were present!"

"So be it—"

The last note lingered for an extremely long time, echoing through the valley.

The three thousand monks instantly gained immense power, and the golden light of the Demon-Subduing Formation surged three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Among the 100,000 Tiger Guards, some generals already showed signs of hesitation.

Lu Jinyun and the other two's faces instantly turned ashen, and their true energy overflowed uncontrollably, forming a distorted aura around them.

"His Majesty's decree?"

Lu Jinyun squeezed out these words through clenched teeth, her voice terrifyingly low.

He stared intently at the bright yellow imperial edict, his eyes filled with a murderous intent that was almost tangible.

That person in the palace is clearly trying to slap the Lu family in the face in front of the whole world!

Lu Jinhua suddenly pressed his hand on the sword at his waist and whispered, "Second Brother, something's wrong."

"Why did the imperial edict have to come at this exact moment of all times?"

Lu Jinwu also spoke up promptly: "Second Brother, I'm afraid the court has been planning this for a long time..."

The three exchanged glances and instantly reached a consensus.

Lu Jinyun suddenly burst into laughter, but the laughter was chilling.

"it is good!"

"very good!"

He suddenly waved his hand, and the 100,000 Mighty Tiger Army moved at his command, retreating like a tide.

But anyone could see that this was not a defeat, but rather a tiger temporarily sheathing its claws.

“Master of Illusion…” Lu Jinyun glanced at the mountain peak one last time before leaving.

"I hope you... won't regret your choice today."

The moment the three turned around, the space suddenly froze.

The figure of the Master of Illusion appeared before them like a ghost.

Immediately, he clasped his withered hands together in a gesture of respect, causing his monk's robe to flutter even without wind.

“Amitabha…” Master Huanmie’s smile was kind, but his eyes flashed with a dangerous golden light.

"The three benefactors have a connection with Buddhism. Why don't you stay at our temple for a few days?"

"kill!"

Realizing something was wrong, Lu Jinyun and the other two shouted at the same time, their martial arts master auras soaring into the sky.

"interesting."

The Master of Illusion's eyes shone brightly with golden light: "Grand Tutor Lu has indeed raised some fine sons."

(End of this chapter)