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

Chapter 399 The Unreserved Return of Ten Thousand Valleys Fist!

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the conspicuous red figure collapsed to the ground.

The red-robed Taoist's eyes rolled back, his chest stopped rising and falling, and he plunged into boundless darkness, losing all consciousness.

Lu Xuan stood to one side, his brows slightly furrowed, but did not immediately turn and leave.

To ensure absolute certainty and eliminate any possibility of a resurgence, a vast and powerful martial will suddenly erupted from his body.

Like a surging river or sea, it swept out and completely enveloped the area where the red-robed Taoist was located.

That martial will was as sharp as a knife and as heavy as a mountain, pressing down layer by layer.

Until it was confirmed that the other party's life force had been completely extinguished, and not even a trace of breath remained.

Lu Xuan then slowly suppressed his aura, a golden glint flashing in his cold eyes, confirming that the person was completely dead and there was no longer any hidden danger.

"The spirit of the blood infant?"

Lu Xuan silently uttered four words.

Then, he slowly lowered his eyes, his gaze sharp as torches, and fell upon the deep pit that the red-robed Taoist had dug with his bare hands.

The pit was hidden beneath the ruins of the dilapidated altar, with rubble and charred wood scattered among it.

According to the red-robed Taoist, the spirit of the Blood Infant is born of Yin and fears Yang like a tiger.

Therefore, during the day when the yang energy is at its peak, it must be buried three feet underground.

The thick soil isolates the vast yang energy between heaven and earth, preventing its spirit from being eroded by the yang energy and gradually dissipating.

Furthermore, the turbid and yin energy gathered deep underground provides a perfect breeding ground for it, continuously strengthening its yin and evil power and helping it grow rapidly.

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A deep, thunderous roar suddenly erupted, but Lu Xuan, who stood with his hands behind his back, remained motionless, only a cold, golden glint flashing in his eyes.

The next second, he stomped his feet on the ground like iron stakes.

With a loud "boom," a powerful and vigorous surge of internal energy erupted from the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of Lu Xuan's foot, rapidly seeping into the ground like surging magma.

Wherever the energy passed, the earth trembled slightly, and fine cracks spread out like a spider web.

As the cracks widened and deepened, the ground slowly arched upwards, revealing the top of a small, vermilion earthenware jar.

The jar was tightly wrapped in layers upon layers of dense black talisman paper, on which strange runes drawn with cinnabar twisted and intertwined.

Until the earthenware pot was completely removed from the soil and lay quietly on the broken ground, it exuded a chilling and sinister aura.

Lu Xuan's gaze fell on the vermilion earthenware jar, a hint of vigilance and scrutiny flashing in his eyes.

The black talisman paper wrapped around the earthenware pot, and the faint, sinister aura.

The next moment, he slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the scattered ruins beside him. He reached out and grabbed a rough-edged piece of rag.

With a slight movement of the fingertips, a subtle and exquisite force was quietly injected into the cloth.

The tattered cloth, which had been soft and floppy, instantly became strong and powerful, like a flexible arm that drew a neat arc in the air and precisely wrapped around the red earthenware pot.

The cloth straps were tightened layer by layer, with just the right amount of force, which not only firmly bound the earthenware pot but also did not damage the pot in the slightest.

The entire set of movements was fluid and graceful, demonstrating his ultimate control over his own strength.

Lu Xuan did not try to force the spirit of the blood infant inside the vermilion jar.

Anyway, he learned from the red-robed Taoist that this ghostly thing was very evil.

Although Lu Xuan is now a Grandmaster of the Dan realm standing at the pinnacle of martial arts, with unparalleled Dan energy, ordinary demons and evil creatures are simply no match for him.

But that doesn't mean Lu Xuan is invincible; the trials of the mortal world don't allow him to be careless in the slightest.

If we accidentally capsize in the gutter, we'll suffer a huge loss.

Lu Xuan's eyes narrowed; he intended to take the vermilion earthenware jar to an open area.

Find a place where the sun is blazing and the yang energy is at its peak, and then break this strange earthenware pot with your own hands.

According to the red-robed Taoist, the spirit of the Blood Infant has a characteristic of fearing the sun.

Even though this evil creature harbors unknown dangers, it can still unleash its terrifying power at its peak under the scorching sun and when the yang energy of heaven and earth is at its strongest.

Outside Mingxin Temple, large swaths of alternating red and blue light illuminated the entire temple, making it appear exceptionally solemn.

A large number of uniformed guards have set up layers of cordon, and densely packed figures are moving around every corner of the Taoist temple.

Each guard's gaze swept across the ruins, bushes, and gaps in the beams and pillars like a sharp sword, meticulously checking every inch of land to prevent any suspicious persons from hiding there.

However, the area where Lu Xuan was located was an exception—someone had already given prior notice that it had been designated as an absolute restricted area.

All guards received strict orders that, under no circumstances should they approach the area without authorization; they could only remain on guard from a distance on the perimeter.

Not far away, Lu Yuliang, dressed in formal attire, stood side by side with a middle-aged man in a guard uniform and carrying a gold guard rank insignia. He was the current head of the Liangqing City Guard Bureau.

The two men kept their eyes fixed on Lu Xuan, talking in hushed tones, their brows furrowed with concern for the situation and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

The head of the Mukusei City Security Bureau, over fifty years old, had thick white hair and deep lines etched on his face by the years, yet he still exuded a dignified and heroic air.

He was not transferred in a regular way, but was appointed to a critical mission. He was transferred directly from the disciplined and tough military, and he naturally possessed a calm and decisive demeanor that came from years of experience.

Despite the bizarre and complex situation at Mingxin Temple, his eyes remained sharp and his command was unwavering.

As Fang Hai revealed those secrets that had been buried for many years and could not be exposed to the light of day.

Those sordid deals and shady dealings hidden in the shadow of power, which could not be brought to the forefront, have finally come to a complete end.

When the news reached Elder Qin, he was furious, and a thunderous rage swept over him.

He immediately ordered the temporary detention of all high-ranking officials within Yifeng Province, suspending them from all their duties.

Immediately following, a swift and decisive personnel reshuffle unfolded in Yifeng Province.

All the vacant positions were filled by outstanding military personnel and honest and reliable provincial leaders, who took over the positions with an iron fist to clean up the long-standing problems in the officialdom.

Lu Xuan's gaze fell on the firmly bound vermilion earthenware jar in his hand, without offering any further explanation of the situation.

She simply turned to the side and spoke calmly to Lu Yuliang, who was not far away, in a concise tone: "Yuliang, drive me to the suburbs."

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind—to deal with this Blood Infant Spirit as soon as possible.

The city is densely populated, and if the handling is not done carefully, the evil spirits may leak out, potentially affecting innocent people.

The open and spacious suburbs are not only convenient for carrying out measures, but also minimize risks, making them undoubtedly the safest choice at present.

Following Lu Xuan's gaze, Lu Yuliang saw a vermilion earthenware jar tightly wrapped in rags.

His heart skipped a beat, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he instantly understood the urgency of the situation.

Lu Yuliang immediately turned around and walked quickly to Director Huang, whose hair was covered in frost: "Director Huang, please coordinate with all parties immediately to arrange a route for us to quickly leave Liangqing City, and make sure that the route is unobstructed."

Without a doubt, the moment Lu Yuliang issued the order, the entire traffic system of Liangqing City instantly sprang into action. Traffic lights were adjusted in real time, and guards on all main roads quickly took their positions, and a silent and efficient dispatching operation was launched.

Soon, a sleek black sedan came to a steady stop in front of Lu Xuan, its engine emitting a deep roar.

The car door opened, and Lu Xuan, carrying a vermilion earthenware jar, bent down and sat in the back seat, with Lu Yuliang following closely behind.

The vehicle started immediately and sped along the busy road like an arrow, yet it traveled smoothly the entire way.

On both sides of the road, uniformed guards stood straight, guarding every intersection and opening up a special passage for them.

What would normally be a two-hour drive was completed with such full support.

The black sedan sped past in just half an hour, steadily leaving the urban area of ​​Mukusei City and heading towards the open suburbs.

The vehicle eventually came to a stop on a vast, empty sandy area.

The blazing sun hung high overhead, its intense rays pouring down like gold foil, baking the air to a scorching heat, even the yellow sand beneath our feet radiated a burning temperature.

Lu Xuan pushed open the car door, picked up the vermilion earthenware jar wrapped in rags, and stepped out of the car.

As soon as he stood still, he could clearly feel the earthenware pot in his palm trembling slightly.

The tremors grew more and more pronounced, as if something inside the jar was restlessly struggling and thrashing about.

A cold glint flashed in Lu Xuan's eyes: "What a wicked beast! Even here, you still want to cause trouble."

The next second, without turning his head, he raised his hand and waved lightly: "Yuliang, you guys stay in the car and come back in half an hour. I have something to take care of alone."

Lu Yuliang, who was about to get off the bus, paused upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashing across his face.

Immediately, his gaze fell on the slightly trembling vermilion earthenware jar in Lu Xuan's hand, and he instantly understood the danger involved.

Lu Yuliang suppressed his worries and replied in a deep voice, "Yes, Dad. Be careful and call us anytime if anything happens."

The black sedan's engine roared again, and it sped away into the distance like an arrow, its speed undiminished, soon becoming a small black dot on the horizon.

Lu Yuliang sat in the car, looking at his father's solitary figure standing on the sand in the rearview mirror, his brows furrowed.

For a usually composed father to treat something with such seriousness, the contents of that earthenware jar must be extremely dangerous.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, repeatedly instructing the driver to increase the speed to the maximum and to stay away from this place of trouble.

My own safety is not a big deal, but I would regret it if I distracted my father.

On the other side, Lu Xuan watched the vehicle drive away, then turned around and fixed his gaze on the vermilion earthenware pot in his hand.

With a slight raise of his arm and a burst of strength from his wrist, he hurled the earthenware pot ten meters away into the sand!
With a loud "bang," the earthenware pot flew through the air in an arc before crashing heavily onto the scorching yellow sand.

The jar shattered instantly, scattering shards of pottery and revealing what was hidden inside.

"what--!"

A shrill, piercing scream suddenly erupted, sounding exactly like the cry of a newborn baby, but amplified a hundredfold.

The sound was sharp enough to pierce eardrums, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by the sound waves, creating visible ripples.

The scorching yellow sand was shaken so violently that it rustled, and tiny grains of sand rose into the air, forming a hazy sand mist.

The roar was filled with pain and resentment, clearly caused by the Blood Infant Spirit being exposed to the scorching sun and burned by pure yang energy.

Lu Xuan stood still, his eyes slightly narrowed, his inner energy quietly circulating around him, isolating the ear-piercing sound waves from the outside.

There, fragments of a vermilion earthenware pot lay scattered on the ground.

Wisps of white smoke rose from the edges of each pottery shard, and a faint smell of burning mingled with the wisps of white mist.

Clearly, the spirit of the blood infant was being constantly burned by the scorching sun's yang energy, and even the broken jar was being corroded by the yang energy.

Lu Xuan's eyes were deep, and he slowly moved forward, his martial will quietly gathering around him, ready to deal with the sinister thing that was about to burst out from the fragments.

Just as the white smoke grew thicker, a blood-red figure suddenly sprang out from the shards of the earthenware pot.

It was a completely transparent, ghostly figure, neither too big nor too small, about the size of a three-year-old child. Its outline was blurry, but its distorted limbs were clearly visible.

It was surrounded by a dazzling red light, like a burning blood-red flame.

However, under the scorching sun overhead, the red light was constantly being eroded and burned.

Every second, terrifying white smoke billowed up from the red light.

Accompanied by a "sizzling" sound, the ghostly figure became slightly illusory.

Clearly, it was enduring extreme pain, yet it still exuded a chilling aura of resentment and malevolence.

The Blood Infant Spirit fidgeted restlessly, its illusory form twisting and turning, its scarlet "eyes" rapidly scanning its surroundings.

On the empty sandy ground, besides the scorching sun and the burning yellow sand, only Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, silently watching it with cold eyes, as if he were looking at a trapped beast.

"Seize the body!"

These two words were etched into the instincts of the Blood Infant Spirit like a brand.

Despite its innate intuition's frantic warnings, the seemingly calm old man before it exuded a dangerous aura that sent shivers down its spine.

But the excruciating pain of being scorched by the blazing sun and the looming fear of death had already completely devoured the Blood Infant Spirit's reason.

It let out a mournful roar, ignoring the fact that the red light around it was becoming increasingly thin from being burned by the yang energy, and transformed into a streak of blood-red light, rushing towards Lu Xuan.

Right now, all it wants is to immediately burrow into this vibrant body and escape the deadly heat of the sun.

The Fist of Ten Thousand Valleys Returning to the Flow!
Lu Xuan's seemingly aged body suddenly erupted with a magnificent aura, as if towering mountains and rivers had condensed into form at this moment.

Every muscle in his body contains earth-shattering power.

A moment later, Lu Xuan slowly raised his right fist and seemingly casually swung it forward.

Where the fist passed, a tiny, inconspicuous golden ripple quietly flashed by, yet it carried an overwhelming pressure that looked down upon the world.

In an instant, the weather changed dramatically!
A sudden gust of wind arose on the open sandy ground, yellow sand filled the sky, and the deafening roar of Mount Tai collapsing seemed to echo in one's ears.

Behind Lu Xuan, countless illusory, precipitous mountain peaks rose from the ground, layer upon layer, with a magnificent and imposing presence.

Immediately, all the mountain illusions converged, transforming into a solid and heavy golden fist imprint.

The fist imprint shimmered with brilliant golden light, carrying immense power, and hurtled towards the flying Blood Infant Spirit like a shooting star.

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

Realm: Grandmaster of Core Formation (Beginner)
Technique: Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist 6/9 (Can be deduced)

Score: 50090
Please confirm whether you wish to consume 15000 points to deduce the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist!
To Lu Xuan's surprise, eliminating a mere Blood Infant Spirit earned him a whopping 5 system points!

(End of this chapter)