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

Chapter 386 The Grandmaster's Body, Exhausted and Fading, Experiences a Surge in Points!

The air in the room began to swirl and vaporize, and the temperature rose at an alarming rate.

Lu Keyi, lying on the soft bed, suddenly let out a shrill scream. Beneath her delicate face, another hideous ghost face appeared. The two faces alternated wildly beneath the skin, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, and the air within three zhang around him had turned crimson.

Although the original owner's martial arts cultivation level was insufficient to directly perceive the Yin objects, the supreme Yang blood energy of a Grandmaster of Transformation was no ordinary matter.
At this moment, he was like a blazing sun in the sky, and the surging blood and qi in his body transformed into tangible scorching waves, turning the entire room into a furnace.

The Lu family members were already drenched in sweat, their expensive suits completely soaked.

Lu Yuliang, the eldest son of the Lu family, stared intently at the numbers on the thermometer that were jumping wildly—40 degrees, 45 degrees, 50 degrees… This was beyond the scope of common sense.

Just as the Lu family was about to flee, Lu Keyi suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The sound was so shrill it seemed to pierce the eardrums.

Seven streams of thick, ink-like black energy shot out from her seven orifices.

Finally, it twisted into a hideous ghost face shape in mid-air, emitting a sizzling burning sound.

As the chilling black energy was burned away by the pure yang blood energy, Lu Keyi's tense body suddenly went limp.

The color finally returned to her pale face, though a faint blue mark remained between her eyebrows.

The temperature in the room plummeted, and the scorching heat dissipated like a receding tide, leaving only the charred marks on the floor as proof of what had just happened.

"Come and help me up."

Lu Xuan closed his eyes slightly, and although his aged voice was soft, it could be clearly heard by everyone.

Before the Lu family members present could recover, Lu Yulong, the second son of the Lu family, was pulled forward two steps involuntarily, as if by an invisible force.

In the blink of an eye, a withered hand, as thin as an ancient pine tree, gripped his shoulder like an iron clamp.

Those five seemingly withered fingers now contained a chilling strength.

The force was so great that even Lu Yulong, a master of martial arts with perfected internal strength, let out a muffled groan.

Lu Yulong heard his shoulder blades creak under the strain, as if they were about to be crushed by that withered hand.

Even more terrifying was that the palm strike also contained a faint, scorching heat.

The pain traveled straight through his meridians and into his bone marrow, causing large beads of cold sweat to instantly appear on his forehead.

At this moment, Lu Xuan slowly released his hand, and his body suddenly hunched over a bit.

His emaciated chest heaved violently, each breath sounding like it was being squeezed out of his decaying lungs, accompanied by a hissing panting.

Only then did all the members of the Lu family realize that the once-renowned martial arts master had aged so much.

Beneath Lu Xuan's loose skin, bluish-purple veins were clearly visible. His once straight back was now bent like an old bow, and he needed to lean on someone for support even to stand.

Those hands that once shattered stone tablets and split rocks were now trembling uncontrollably, like a flickering candle in the wind.

In an instant, voices of concern rang out.

"Grandpa...Grandpa...Are you alright?"

The three generations of the Lu family exclaimed in unison, and the eight of them rushed over, but dared not approach rashly, forming a human wall only three feet away.

Several descendants of the Lu family, spanning three generations, already had tears in their eyes, their voices trembling: "Grandpa...you..."

The next moment, the brothers Lu Yuliang and Lu Yuhong roughly pushed through the crowd, and Lu Yuhong even accidentally knocked over a third-generation descendant.

The two men supported the old man's swaying body from both sides. When Lu Yuliang touched his father's cold wrist, his heart trembled.

My father's body, which was once as strong as cast iron, is now so light that it seems to be nothing more than a loose skin.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (Fifth Incarnation) Realm: Grandmaster of Transformation (Perfect)

Technique: Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist 4/9 (Can be deduced)

Score: 990
Please confirm whether you wish to consume 900 system points to deduce the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist.

Lu Xuan ignored the concerns of the Lu family members and instead checked the data on the system panel.

He only felt relieved after seeing the system points.

Lu Xuan was genuinely afraid that this aged body wouldn't be able to withstand his breakthrough to the next realm.

This is precisely why the original owner hid in the deep mountains and forests to observe the mountains and comprehend the Tao—it was simply because he was getting old.

The immense power that the original owner was once so proud of has now become the biggest burden on this old body.

With the slightest mishap, this incredibly aged body could be torn apart by its own power, leading to the absurd end of killing itself with its own hands.

Lu Xuan lowered his eyes and looked at his kneeling descendants, the surging energy within him gradually calming down.

He waved his withered hand gently, and a breeze stirred in the room: "Ke Yi is fine now."

"Let's find a quiet place first, and I'll meditate for an hour or two."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yulong and the other two were already in tears.

These three elderly men in their sixties and seventies, who were once influential figures in Yingnan City, now seemed like children who had done something wrong, choking back tears and unable to speak.

Lu Yuliang pressed his forehead to the ground, his graying temples touching the cold floor tiles: "Dad, it's our filial impiety that you, in your old age, still have to worry about us unfilial descendants..."

Lu Guangchen, the usually fierce nightclub owner, was now wailing like a child, his fleshy face flushed red.

"Grandpa! It's all my fault for not disciplining that wretched child! He's brought such a calamity upon the entire Lu family!"

Lu Xuan sighed softly, "Take good care of Yuan Hao for now. I'll go see him after I've finished recuperating."

Lu Yuanhao—this great-grandson who caused such a terrible disaster—is ultimately a member of the Lu family.

If it's within his capabilities, Lu Xuan naturally wouldn't stand idly by.

However… it all depends on whether he can break through that constraint before he runs out of energy.

In an unused guest room deep inside the villa, Lu Xuan sat cross-legged, with expensive silk sheets beneath him.

Outside the door, the Lu family members stood solemnly in the corridor.

Apart from the few people sent to look after Lu Keyi and Lu Yuanhao, the rest of the Lu family members held their breath and even breathed very softly.

The three Lu brothers stood at the front, their wrinkled faces filled with worry, glancing at the tightly closed door from time to time.

Lu Yuliang's face, once known for its refined elegance in the Yingnan municipal arena, now seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

His fingers clenched tightly, and a terrifying fierceness surged in his eyes—this former bigwig of Yingnan City had completely torn away his gentle facade.

He vowed that this time, even if he had to dig three feet into the ground, he would dig out the villain behind the plot to harm the Lu family.

If it weren't for these petty villains, why would I have made my elderly father, who should be enjoying his retirement, drag his frail body out of the mountains again?

Well, this is a good opportunity, since Father is coming out of retirement again.

With the father around, the Lu family could contact his old friends.

As long as that elder statesman is willing to speak, not only will demons and monsters hiding in the shadows be dug out and their bones crushed to dust, but even ancient ghosts hidden deep in the earth's veins will be exhumed.

Thinking of this, Lu Yuliang's lips curled into a sinister smile, as if he could already see his enemy kneeling and begging for mercy.

(End of this chapter)