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

Chapter 387 Grandpa, help me!!!
"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted from the old Taoist priest's mouth like an arrow, splattering a shocking blood flower on the snow-white wall.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the luxurious villa in the center of Yingnan City.

The old man in the dark blue Taoist robe staggered backward, his bloodshot eyes filled with horror.

His withered hands gripped the edge of the offering table tightly, but he and the table fell to the ground together.

The sacrificial offerings on the altar rolled onto the ground, chicken blood and glutinous rice mixed together.

Even more terrifying, the fallen red candle had ignited the silk tablecloth, and the flames were greedily licking at the scattered talismans.

The disciples guarding the door burst in, only to be terrified by the sight before them.

The entire secret room looked as if it had been through a bloodbath, with bloodstains splattered all over the walls, floor, and even the ceiling.

The old Taoist priest slumped in a pool of blood, his Taoist hat askew, his original dignified and otherworldly appearance completely gone.

"Master!"

Several young disciples, their faces ashen, practically scrambled to their feet to reach the old man's side.

One of them accidentally stepped on the chicken blood on the ground, staggered and fell to his knees, his knees hitting the broken porcelain shards hard without him even noticing.

He only focused on using his trembling hands to support the body that had collapsed to the ground.

"Master Tang! What is this?"

Several well-dressed villa owners stood frozen in shock, their pampered faces filled with horror.

The man in the suit standing in the middle is also a real estate tycoon from China.

The jeweled lady next to him was clutching her jade necklace tightly, her meticulously manicured nails digging deep into her palms.

"The Lu family... actually has such a powerful figure in charge?"

Master Tang shakily steadied himself, his old face, covered in deep wrinkles, contorted in a horrifying way.

His sinister gaze was fixed on the pair of dolls on the altar—the female doll had already been blown to pieces, with shredded paper fragments scattered all over the floor.

By the flickering candlelight, one could clearly see that each piece of scrap paper was densely covered with the three characters "Lu Keyi" and her birth date and time.

At this moment, the old Taoist suddenly coughed violently again, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

The intense blood energy that had just flowed back from the curse was like a blazing sun crashing down on you.

If it weren't for the great distance between them, he would probably have already died from exhaustion and his body would have exploded by now!

"The True Man Who Embraces the Elixir!!!!!"

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Master Tang suddenly roared madly, his ten withered fingers digging deeply into his white hair.

His cloudy eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the mess on the ground as if he had seen a ghost.

"How could such a grandmaster be hidden in Yifeng Province!"

The old man's voice was distorted and changed, as if he was trying to convince himself.

He clearly felt just now that the overwhelming power of pure Yang was the purest physical strength.

There was no fluctuation of magic, it was purely the terrifying blood energy released by a master of Chinese martial arts!
This simply subverted his cognition.

In this degenerate age, which grandmaster who has cultivated martial arts to the level of the Dantian realm is not a reclusive old monster?

How could this be...?
Even he, a renowned master of magic in the Dragon Kingdom, was not qualified to meet a peerless grandmaster like the True Man of Embracing Elixir.

"Hahaha... Wrong, wrong... I was just overthinking it!"

Master Tang suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, as if he had gone mad, completely ignoring the astonished looks of those around him.

He hastily wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a cold glint in his eyes.

"If the Lu family truly had an old monster at the Core Formation Realm in charge, I would have been annihilated by now!"

He kicked away the fragments of talisman paper at his feet with a sinister grin. "He must be a Grandmaster of Internal Energy... No wonder the Lu family has been able to stand firm in Yingnan City. They had such a trump card hidden in their hearts."

The next moment, Master Tang suddenly stopped smiling. His sinister gaze swept over everyone present, finally locking onto a few of his personal disciples: "Interesting... These are the ones who are worthy of being my opponents."

"Blood."

Master Tang's voice suddenly became unusually soft, yet it sent chills down everyone's spine.

"Each person will have twenty drops of their heart's blood. I will now set up the 'Nine Fiends Blood Gathering Array'."

He suddenly grinned, revealing uneven yellow teeth: "This is a good opportunity for your master to see whether the supreme yang blood energy of the Lu family's Grandmaster of Transformation is more powerful, or whether my blood array, which gathers the Nine Yin evil energy, is superior."

Upon hearing this, the disciples turned ashen-faced, yet dared not disobey their master's orders.

One of them trembled as he took out nine celadon bowls and lined them up on the offering table.

In the candlelight, the rim of the bowl gleamed with a chilling light.

The embers of the satin cloth on the offering table were still emitting wisps of smoke, and several disciples were frantically patting out the last few sparks.

Amidst the chaos, only the doll bearing the birth date and time of "Lu Yuanhao" remained intact, casting a menacing shadow in the flickering candlelight.

Master Tang's hands, covered in blue veins, suddenly gripped the puppet tightly, his withered fingers almost digging into the paulownia wood.

A glint of malice flashed in his turbid eyes—then he would make this little beast who killed his son a sacrifice in his battle against the Grandmaster of Internal Energy from the Lu family!
Logically speaking, even a master like Master Tang should give way to a Grandmaster of Internal Energy who can project his blood and qi outwards.

It should be known that such a master of the Transformation Realm has already reached the pinnacle of martial arts in the Dragon Kingdom, and is only a step away from the legendary Realm of Embracing the Elixir.

Cold sweat beaded on Master Tang's wrinkled forehead. He knew better than anyone that making an enemy of such a person was tantamount to a moth flying into a flame, destined to perish in flames.

That extremely strong and yang blood energy is the nemesis of yin and evil arts.

If you are not careful, you will get burned and end up with severed meridians and a broken soul!

However, at this moment, a boundless hatred surged in Master Tang's cloudy old eyes.

His withered fingers gripped the doll tightly, his nails digging deep into the paulownia wood—that beast Lu Yuanhao had actually caused his Tang family line to end!
"A blood debt must be repaid in blood... One person's blood is not enough to pay off the debt!!!"

Master Tang squeezed out these words through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse as if a demon were groaning.

What does it matter if one is a master of perfect internal energy or suffers from blood and qi backlash? None of that matters anymore.

Since his only son has died tragically, right and wrong are no longer important. Let the entire Lu family be buried with his son!

Just as Master Tang was going mad, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the real estate tycoon from China who had remained silent all along.

He remained silent, but he had already clearly grasped the situation in his mind.

Regarding the matter of dealing with the Lu family, a martial arts master of the Transformation Realm has now become involved.

This is not good news for him.

Of course, if we could get Master Tang to eliminate the Lu family, that would be the best outcome.

If this matter is messed up, he knows all too well the methods of the big boss behind the scenes.

If things are exposed, I'm afraid I'll have to bear all the consequences.

In the master bedroom of the Lu family villa, Lu Guangchen sat on a mahogany chair next to the hospital bed.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the unconscious Lu Yuanhao, his hands clenched into fists.

Standing behind him was his cousin, Lu Guanghai.

This direct descendant of Lu Yulong, though lean, possesses unimaginable explosive power. His fitted black suit accentuates the smooth muscle lines on his body.

As one of the orthodox inheritors of the "Wanhe Guiliu Fist", Lu Guanghai, at the young age of thirty-five, had already reached the level of mastery of internal strength.

No one could have imagined that this highly skilled member of the Lu family was also the uncrowned king of the underground underworld in Yingnan City.

Lu Guangchen, on the other hand, was slightly inferior. His cultivation of the Lesser Mastery of Dark Force was enough to make him a dominant force in Yingnan City.

This has been a tradition of the Lu family for centuries—regardless of gender, children must soak in medicinal baths from the age of five and diligently practice the boxing techniques passed down by Lu Xuan, day and night. The oppressive aura emanating from the two brothers at this moment is a testament to their decades of arduous training.

Lu Guanghai stared at Lu Yuanhao, who was lying on the hospital bed barely breathing, his sharp eyes surging with a terrifying murderous aura.

His knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists, and the chill emanating from him made the room temperature seem to drop several degrees.

"In this small corner of Yingnan City..."

Lu Guanghai's voice was so deep it seemed to come from hell, each word carrying a bloody aura.

"It has always been the Lu family who makes people kneel and beg for mercy."

This underworld emperor of Yingnan City suddenly slammed his fist into the solid wood bedpost. With a burst of hidden force, the hard teak wood was blasted into a hole the size of a bowl, as if it were tofu.

Amidst the flying sawdust, he sneered coldly, "Now look what's happened, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to mess with me?"

The imported electrocardiogram monitor by the bedside emits a regular "beep" sound, and various precision instruments flashing with cold light form an expensive line of defense for life.

Outside the door, three top-tier private doctors in white coats were on duty in shifts.

Lu Yuanhao's life was snatched back from the jaws of death entirely thanks to the Lu family's immense wealth.

Lu Guanghai stared at his nephew's deathly pale face, his temples throbbing.

The once spirited young master of the Lu family now lies here like a living dead, his body covered in tubes.

He clenched his fist tightly, and blood seeped from between his fingers—if he were to find the mastermind behind this, he would tear him to pieces and grind even his bones to dust!
Those despicable scoundrels in the gutter, like a leech, lurk in the shadows, leaving the Lu family with immense power but nowhere to exercise it.

This frustration of being able to dodge open attacks but not guard against hidden ones is precisely why the entire Lu family was willing to alarm Lu Xuan, who was enjoying his retirement, and bring him out of seclusion.

Lu Guanghai narrowed his sinister eyes. As long as he could find out where those scum were hiding, he would make those beasts who practiced evil magic know what it meant to wish for death.

There's more to this story than meets the eye.

Given the extensive network of connections that Uncle Lu Yuliang had built up in Yingnan City over many years, even digging three feet into the ground should have yielded some clues.

The current governor of Yingnan City is outwardly polite, but behind the scenes he's sabotaging things.

These messages were risked to be delivered by a few of Uncle Lu Yuliang's old subordinates who still cherished their past relationship.

But now, none of that matters anymore.

The true pillar of the Lu family has returned—Lu Xuan, a legendary martial arts master in the martial arts world of the Dragon Kingdom!

"Light sinks..."

Lu Guanghai patted his cousin on the shoulder, and a cigar appeared between his fingers, slowly rising with wisps of smoke.

"My uncle has already contacted the one in the capital."

He narrowed his eyes, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Soon, we will be able to avenge Yuan Hao."

Before Lu Guangchen could answer, Lu Yuanhao, who was barely breathing on the hospital bed, suddenly opened his eyes wide!
Hoo—!
A crimson, blood-red aura suddenly burst forth from the boy's seven orifices, condensing into a tangible blood mist in the air.

The nearest medical device was instantly corroded by the blood and gas, making a sizzling sound.

"Watch out!!!! Get out of the way!"

Lu Guangchen roared and used his internal energy to slam his right palm into Lu Guanghai's shoulder.

Using the force of the recoil, he retreated swiftly like a hawk taking a somersault, barely avoiding the deadly blood aura as his clothes fluttered in the wind.

A bloody afterimage flashed by, and Lu Yuanhao, who was originally on the verge of death, teleported to the door like a ghost!

He formed his fingers into claws, and a dagger gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light appeared in his hand, its tip still dripping with fresh blood.

"boom!"

Lu Guanghai slammed heavily against the wall, looking down at his abdomen.

A thin line of blood, as fine as a hair, was slowly blooming, and the blood meandered down the fabric of the suit.

If it weren't for his cousin Lu Guangchen's palm strike, he would be the one with his belly ripped open right now!

“This isn’t Yuan Hao…” Lu Guangchen leaned against the wall, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.

Although the body in front of me has Lu Yuanhao's face, what is churning in those blood-red pupils is clearly some kind of inhuman evil spirit!

What's even more chilling is the ghostly movement it just displayed.

That speed was definitely not what a seriously injured person should have, and it didn't even seem like the limit that a normal human could reach.

He was a master of Chinese martial arts who had been immersed in the realm of internal strength for many years!

In an instant, after Lu Guangchen and Lu Guanghai exchanged glances, their martial arts masters instinctively discerned the strength of the "body" before them—approximately at the minor stage of internal strength.

In the blink of an eye, the two brothers sprang up simultaneously, as if mirror images of each other!

Lu Guanghai's left hand formed a claw, aiming straight for the throat, while his right hand secretly channeled and prepared to unleash its power.

Lu Guangchen then crouched down and swept his leg, the sole of his shoe scraping against the floor with a harsh screech.

The two hidden forces, one above and one below, completely blocked all of Lu Yuanhao's escape routes!

Just as the Lu brothers had locked Lu Yuanhao's limbs, he suddenly began to twitch in a strange manner.

Even more terrifying, a putrid smell of blood, like a venomous snake, coiled up their arms!

"Ugh—!"

Lu Guangchen was the first to scream in pain.

The moment the blood touched his skin, he seemed to see a vision of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with countless pale arms reaching out to grab him from the depths of hell.

Lu Guanghai, standing beside him, had blood streaming from his eyes and had lost all feeling in his body.

A cold light flashed through the void, heading straight for the throats of Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen.

Just as the cold glint of the dagger was about to sever his throat, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from Lu Guanghai's body!

He forcefully activated the immense power of the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist, causing his muscles and bones to explode like firecrackers.

"boom!"

The next moment, Lu Guanghai crashed into Lu Guangchen's waist, and the two of them flew out like kites with broken strings.

In mid-air, a flash of cold light tore a deep, bone-revealing gash in Lu Guanghai's back.

Blood splattered on the white wall like ink, leaving shocking bloodstains.

"Grandpa—help me!!!"

Lu Guanghai's roar pushed the internal energy of a master of internal strength to its limit.

The sound was like a thunderclap, and all the glass windows of the villa shattered!
Even the birds on the treetops in the distance were startled and scattered in all directions; the sound could be heard clearly even from the security post several miles away.

The cry for help, imbued with the hidden power of a master of traditional Chinese martial arts, reverberated throughout the villa, causing the chandeliers to sway wildly and the calligraphy and paintings on the walls to crash to the floor.

Lu Guangchen, who was closest to the source, was so shocked that his eardrums ached and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Good heavens, my cousin has poured all his life's energy into that one shout!

Just as Lu Yuanhao's blood was surging and he was about to erupt—

"call.……"

A gentle breeze quietly arrived outside the door.

The next moment, the sturdy door shattered silently, and a withered hand covered in age spots swiftly reached out and precisely gripped Lu Yuanhao's throat!

"Creak..."

Amidst the sickening grinding of bones, Lu Yuanhao's ferocious body was lifted into the air, as if he were a chick waiting to be slaughtered.

Lu Xuan, dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, stood outside the door at some unknown time, his aged figure with golden light swirling in his cloudy eyes.

(End of this chapter)