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

Chapter 388 Using the illusory to become real, using intention to dispel delusion! The Core Formation Realm!
The medical team waiting outside was struck dumb, and the eyes of several top experts were wide with horror.

The old man in the black Zhongshan suit who suddenly appeared in front of us actually pierced through the solid wood door with his flesh and blood!

The ground was littered with broken wood chips, which were no more than an inch from the nearest attending physician's feet.

Lu Xuan's withered right arm remained motionless, and the oppressive aura emanating from him caused the air around the corridor to freeze.

What kind of aura was that?
It was as if the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Peaks were right in front of them, and the Yangtze River was surging beside them, making their knees weak and almost making these doctors want to bow down in worship.

In the distance, a young nurse saw this and dropped the tray she was carrying with a thud, scattering medical equipment all over the ground.

She herself had already knelt down, her forehead pressed against the cold marble floor, her whole body trembling like a leaf.

The next moment, Lu Xuanxue's white eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his withered right arm suddenly glowed with a golden light.

With a crisp "crack," a hair-thin crack suddenly appeared on the heavy mahogany door.

"Squeak—creak—"

With a sickening cracking sound, the crack spread rapidly as if it were alive, covering the entire door in the blink of an eye.

The fine cracks intertwined like a spider web, and even the light inside the room could shine through the gaps.

Wow! Wow!

In the end, the entire door, like a piece of rotten wood weathered for a thousand years, instantly crumbled and fell apart.

Sharp-edged wooden blocks fell one after another, piling up into a small mountain at the entrance.

The strangest thing is that the cross-sections of all the fragments are as smooth as a mirror, as if they had been cut by a divine weapon.

As the door shattered into pieces, the stench of blood inside the room was suddenly revealed to everyone.

The bloodstains splattered on the walls and floor were as gruesome as splashed ink in a landscape painting.

Lu Xuan's withered, claw-like right hand was now tightly restraining the frantically struggling "Lu Yuanhao".

The body was contorted in a way that no human could possibly do, with its limbs bent backward, resembling a pinned spider.

Each struggle was accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking, yet it could not shake the old man's unyielding figure.

"grandfather!!!"

Lu Guangchen and Lu Guanghai roared at the same time, their voices trembling with the shock of surviving a disaster.

These two figures, who were once powerful and influential in Yingnan City, now had tears in their eyes, like lost children seeing their loved ones.

Especially Lu Guanghai, whose deep, bone-revealing wound on his back was still gushing blood, soaking the carpet into a dark red color.

The terror of being on the brink of death still lingered in their minds—if their grandfather hadn't intervened in time, the two of them would probably have already become the dead under that sharp dagger!

Lu Guangchen could even clearly recall the bone-chilling cold as the blade grazed his neck.

Ignoring the shouts around him, Lu Xuan raised his right hand and lifted the frantically struggling Lu Yuanhao in front of him.

The two pairs of eyes were no more than three inches apart; one was murky like an ancient well, and the other was crimson like a blood moon.

Crimson blood mist gushed from Lu Yuanhao's seven orifices, coiling around Lu Xuan's arm like venomous snakes.

It was unclear whether it was out of fear of Lu Xuan or trying to escape from that terrifying right hand.

"Grandpa, be careful, that strange evil energy will..." Lu Guangchen propped himself up and shouted in a hoarse voice.

Before he finished speaking, a thin golden light, as fine as a hair, suddenly shot out from Lu Xuan's eyes, piercing deep into Lu Yuanhao's blood-red pupils like a sharp arrow.

In an instant, the air in the entire room seemed to freeze.

That golden light was the spiritual power of a Grandmaster of Chinese martial arts at the Core Formation Realm!

The true meaning of the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist, which the original owner had painstakingly cultivated throughout his life, was now solidifying in the void.

Within that golden light, a magnificent imagery of thousands of mountains vying for beauty and ten thousand ravines rushing forth could be faintly seen, with each pattern containing the martial will to split mountains and cleave peaks.

This is precisely the power of cultivating martial arts to near perfection—using the illusory to become the real, and using intention to dispel illusion!

In the face of such profound truth and enlightenment, mere evil spirits and malevolent entities are like fireflies compared to the bright moon.

Several kilometers away, inside a room in a secluded villa—

Master Tang's bare upper body was covered with strange blood runes. The incantations drawn with the blood of his direct disciples shone with an eerie blue-red light under the candlelight.

His ten fingers, like hooks, gripped Lu Yuanhao's puppet tightly, his temples throbbing with bulging veins, and his chanting grew increasingly urgent.

In the sealed room, forty-nine white candles flickered wildly.

The candlelight would sometimes leap three feet high, and sometimes shrink to the size of a mung bean, stretching the distorted shadows on the wall as if a group of demons were dancing wildly.

On the offering table, seven porcelain bowls filled with fresh blood were bubbling and steaming, as if they were simmering something indescribable.

In an instant, Master Tang's eyes snapped open, his bloodshot eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

His withered lips had barely opened halfway—

"boom!"

Suddenly, the puppet in his hand burst forth with a dazzling golden light, illuminating the entire secret chamber as if it were daytime.

In that blazing light, Master Tang vaguely saw a magnificent scene of towering mountains and rushing streams, and a vast and profound martial arts will swept over him through his divine sense!

"What...what is this?!"

Master Tang trembled violently, and at the same time, terrifying lines of blood seeped from his seven orifices.

His prized techniques were completely melted away in an instant under the impact of this extremely powerful and masculine national martial arts essence, just like thin snow under the scorching sun!

The vast, illusory mountain, carrying the might of heaven and earth, crashed down with a deafening roar. Master Tang felt as if he were an ant in a storm, so insignificant that he was not even as small as a speck of dust!
puff! ! !
A large mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.

Master Tang's emaciated body flew backward like a rag doll, crashing heavily into the wall covered with talismans.

Strangely, the moment the cinnabar talismans touched his body, they hissed and ignited with eerie green flames, burning his back until his skin was torn and bleeding.

"Crack!"

With a cracking sound as his spine snapped, Master Tang slid to the ground like a puddle of mud.

The puppet in his hand had already transformed into golden specks scattered across the ground, slowly dissipating into the air...
Just as Master Tang collapsed to the ground—

Boom!

The meticulously arranged altar suddenly trembled violently, and the bronze incense burner and white candles on it exploded first, scattering fragments like rain.

Immediately afterwards, all forty-nine white candles snapped in unison, scalding wax mixed with the glowing flames spilling all over the ground.

The room was filled with talismans that spontaneously combusted without any wind, and the intensely hot flames licked the walls frantically.

The incantations drawn with cinnabar twisted and deformed in the flames, emitting a shrill "squeak" sound, as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing.

In an instant, the entire secret chamber turned into a sea of ​​fire, illuminating Master Tang's terrified old face, making him look like a demon.

The disciples outside burst through the door upon hearing the loud noise, only to be terrified by what they saw.

Four of his disciples hurriedly helped Master Tang up. The usually dignified and otherworldly man now had his arms twisted at an odd angle, with white bone fragments piercing his flesh.

The black blood flowing from the seven orifices corroded small pits in the ground.

With the slight rise and fall of his chest, fragments of internal organs kept spilling from the corners of his mouth.

This is precisely the great taboo in the art of magic: "the backlash is caused by the breaking of the technique"!
The caster and the spell are of one mind. Now that the formation has been broken, the backlash is like thousands of steel needles, flowing back into the divine consciousness and meridians.

The eldest disciple trembled as he checked his master's breathing and found that he was barely breathing, clearly having suffered a great injury.

"What—what's going on?" The villa's owner, the real estate tycoon, had a grim face, and the veins on his hands behind his back bulged.

His sharp gaze swept across the dying Master Tang like a knife, then swept over the chaotic altar.

Suddenly, five bodyguards dressed in black suits appeared like ghosts behind the real estate tycoon.

They wore tactical headsets and kept their right hands in their suit pockets, protecting their employer.

"President Li! Please, please get Master to the hospital immediately!"

A young disciple rushed forward, crying out, only to see the real estate tycoon slowly turn around, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"It failed..."

Mr. Li stroked the jade thumb ring and suddenly chuckled, "It seems we all underestimated the Lu family."

Dealing with a retired bigwig in Yingnan City is something that absolutely cannot be done in the open.

If we fail, someone will die, so...
He waved his hand casually, as if shooing away a few annoying flies.

The five bodyguards raised their arms simultaneously, their silenced pistols gleaming coldly in the firelight.

Puff puff! ! !
After a dozen or so muffled thuds, the villa fell silent again.

Mr. Li walked through the pool of blood to the window and dialed an encrypted number: "Mr. Ren, that Lu family is a bit strange. Even Tang Huang couldn't deal with them..."

At this moment, Lu Yuanhao had returned to normal. Although his pale face was bloodless, his chest had begun to rise and fall rhythmically.

Lu Xuan casually tossed the body, and it flew towards the medical team as lightly as a feather.

"Caught safely."

Lu Xuan's voice was extremely calm, yet it made the top physicians beside him feel as if they were receiving a royal decree.

The attending physician strode forward and carefully caught Lu Yuanhao in his arms as if he were holding a baby.

The others immediately carried him into the messy room and went to check the medical equipment, their movements so practiced as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

"Vitality signs are stable!"

Before long, the doctors looked at the monitor and exclaimed in surprise.

Who would have thought that the patient, who was like a demon possessing him just a moment ago, would now have all his indicators miraculously return to normal?

"grandfather!"

Lu Guangchen and Lu Guanghai both knelt down at the same time, their voices choked with the sobs of relief they had just survived.

The previously stiff limbs melted away like ice in spring, and the internal energy flowed freely within the body once again.

A series of hurried footsteps approached from afar, and Lu Yuliang and other core members of the Lu family swarmed in.

This former bigwig of Yingnan City, completely disregarding his image, stumbled and rushed to the front.

The three Lu brothers looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

They clearly witnessed their old man meditating on the third floor one second, and then bursting out of the door like a ghost the next!

The speed was so fast that it left no afterimage; the splinters of wood from the shattered door were still flying in the air when the person appeared in a ward on the second floor, dozens of meters away.

"this.……"

Lu Yuhong's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty. As a master of martial arts with perfected internal strength, he knew all too well what this meant.

Even a master of internal energy could never achieve such near-instantaneous speed!

unless.…..
Unless the old man has already reached that legendary realm.

The next moment, Lu Yulong's pupils suddenly contracted—as a direct descendant of the Wanhe Guiliu Fist, he was most sensitive to changes in the body's Qi and blood.

At this moment, among the father's head full of frost and snow, there were strangely a few strands of new black hair!

Even more alarming was the fact that beneath the old man's wrinkled skin, one could vaguely discern vibrant blood and energy coursing through him.

"This is.……"

He caught his breath and suddenly remembered the records in the Chinese martial arts world about "rejuvenation".

Could it be that my father actually took that step when he was on his deathbed?
That realm of "Bao Dan" (抱丹), which even many grandmasters at the pinnacle of martial arts in China have failed to reach.
The realm of "Baodan" is an extremely profound level in Chinese martial arts, requiring the internalization of the golden elixir and the perfect completion of all actions.

Embracing the elixir and sitting on the hips, the essence, energy, spirit, blood, and marrow of the whole body are concentrated into a single point, just like the tiny point that evolved into the vast world at the beginning of time.

Once one successfully forms the elixir, one can reach the realm of controlling qi and blood with one's mind, and one's physical abilities will break through the limits of the human body.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (Fifth Incarnation)

Realm: Grandmaster of Core Formation (Beginner)
Technique: Myriad Valleys Returning to the Flow Fist 5/9
Score: 1590
After completing the deduction of the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist, the system panel only had 90 system points left.

As a result, after dealing with the evil spirit possessing Lu Yuanhao, he gained another 1500 system points.

However, these 1590 system points don't seem to be enough to advance the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist to the sixth level.

"Investigate! Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must find the mastermind behind this evil magic!"

This is not only to avenge the Lu family, but also because these evil spirits are the source of system points.

Lu Xuan's extremely authoritative voice seemed to strike the hearts of everyone with each thud: "Yu Liang, you three, mobilize all your connections and find this person from the magic sect for me."

But what Lu Xuan didn't know was that his idea of ​​quickly acquiring system points was destined to fail.

You should know that for every evil spirit that is defeated and disappears, it is as if a piece of the caster's soul is torn off.

This is the true meaning of the saying in martial arts: "To harm others a thousand, you will also harm yourself eight hundred."
Those who are truly proficient in magic are always the most appreciative of their lives.

Unless one is absolutely certain, one would never easily use those sinister and malevolent spells with extremely strong backlashes.

But Master Tang is different—his only son died tragically at the hands of the Lu family, and this blood feud has long since seeped into his bones.

Having severed the Tang family's line, all was lost; the backlash and consequences of any particular technique were no longer important.

Lu Yuliang blushed and said somewhat awkwardly, "Dad, we've used all our connections, but we always get our leads cut off at crucial moments..."

"Oh?"

Lu Xuan's snow-white eyebrows suddenly rose.

In the original owner's memories, the Lu family was incredibly powerful in Yingnan City—they had protégés and old friends in the political world, their own children in the underworld, and even people from all walks of life relied on them.

Let alone investigating an individual, even a fly can be easily identified.

Lu Xuan's eyes flashed like lightning as he swept over Lu Yuliang, the original owner's eldest son: "You... you've stepped down?"

Lu Yuliang trembled and said with a wry smile, "Dad, I retired last year."

"It's not that I was afraid of disturbing your meditation... that's why I didn't notify you immediately."

That makes sense, though. If Lu Yuliang were still in power, those petty scoundrels wouldn't dare to act so recklessly.

Throughout Yingnan City, who dares to lay a finger on the Lu family!
"Contact the capital for me," Lu Xuan suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuliang immediately understood and quickly stepped forward, gripping an old-fashioned push-button telephone tightly with both hands.

The jet-black body shows no trace of a smart screen; it exists purely for making calls.

“Dad, I just spoke with Mr. Huang,” Lu Yuliang said in a low voice. “He said he’s ready to answer your call anytime.”

(End of this chapter)