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

Chapter 400 This is the most terrifying old man I have ever seen in my life!

Deduction!

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

Realm: Grandmaster of Core Formation (Mid-stage)
Technique: Myriad Valleys Returning to the Flow Fist 7/9
Score: 35090
The simulation concluded in the blink of an eye, without any earth-shattering roar or extraordinary phenomenon of a sky filled with rosy clouds.

Only a wisp of powerful aura, which caused the surrounding air to freeze and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to tremble, quietly disappeared.

Previously stuck at the peak of the sixth level, the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist technique suddenly dissipated as if its Ren and Du meridians had been opened.

Lu Xuan felt as if every acupoint in his body was being soaked in warm water.

The intent of the fist originates from the dantian, flows through the meridians to the limbs and bones, without any stagnation.

The Seventh Level of the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist! Break!

At this moment, looking at Lu Xuan's body again, his originally fierce fist technique had gained a touch of gentle and profound weight.

It seems to contain the vast and boundless artistic conception of thousands of peaks vying for beauty and ten thousand streams converging into the sea.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he could manipulate the surrounding air currents, transforming them into the indistinct shape of a fist.

Now, Lu Xuan only needs to throw a punch, and it seems to have the force of thunder in ten thousand valleys, enough to shatter mountains and split rocks.

Without a doubt, the seventh level of the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist is three times more spiritual and refined in every move compared to the previous six levels.

That was a true fusion with the "spirit and atmosphere of mountains and rivers" between heaven and earth, becoming one with them.

Even when he was just standing still, Lu Xuan seemed to have a continuous stream of punching power accumulating within his body.

With just a slight activation, it can unleash a power that can shake mountains and rivers.

The next moment, the barrier of the Core Formation realm quietly shattered in Lu Xuan's mind, and the threshold of the mid-stage Core Formation realm was completely broken.

There was no dramatic surge of qi and blood as expected, nor any crackling sound of bone remodeling.

Only his aging body seemed frozen in time.

His loose skin no longer tightened with each breakthrough in his cultivation level, and his graying temples never regained their original black color, leaving him completely resembling a man in his sixties.

On Lu Xuan's deeply lined face, only his eyes became increasingly clear, as if they held the hidden power of countless mountains and rivers.

Although he did not appear to have changed on the surface, he underwent a tremendous transformation inside.

With each gentle heartbeat, far more pure blood and energy surge forth than ever before, flowing through the meridians and throughout the body.

Feeling the harmonious and powerful energy within his body, a look of understanding flashed in Lu Xuan's eyes.

After reaching the mid-stage of the Core Formation Realm, the impact is not a reversal of appearance, but rather the condensation and sublimation of the life essence, and the true integration of power and vitality into one's own body.

To reach the state of "the body ages but the spirit does not decline, the body weakens but the strength becomes purer".

"Boom!"

A dull thud echoed across the vast expanse of yellow sand. The moment Lu Xuan's feet touched the ground, the scalding sand was violently pressed down by a tremendous force.

Centered on his toes, a ring of sand surged outwards, spreading for more than ten meters before slowly subsiding.

Lu Xuan's body had already shot through the sky like an arrow released from a bow, without the slightest hesitation.

He instantly transformed into a blurry afterimage, moving so fast that even the blazing sun overhead couldn't leave a trace of his movement on the yellow sand.

The air along the way was forcibly torn apart, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

A terrifying storm followed closely behind, whipping up clouds of yellow sand and leaving a trail of earthy yellow gas hundreds of meters long behind Lu Xuan.

The yellow sand under the scorching sun was already unbearably hot, but now, swept up by this storm, it carried an even more scorching temperature.

Even the low-lying sea buckthorn bushes in the distance were blown flat on the ground, as if they were about to be uprooted.

In the blink of an eye, the afterimage had traversed a distance of a thousand meters and landed steadily on the top of a distant sand dune.

But this is not the end.

Lu Xuan on the sand dune didn't even look up before his foot lightly touched the scorching sand again.

Another deep bang, sand and gravel flew everywhere, and tiny pebbles were blasted away by the force, embedding themselves in the sand piles in the distance like bullets.

The next second, a blur of motion tore through the scorching air once more.

The speed increased even more rapidly than before, and the storm along the way became increasingly violent, even disrupting the heat flow in the upper atmosphere.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Xuan had pierced through a thousand meters of yellow sand and landed steadily back in his original position, as if he had never left.

The only things left were the deep footprints underfoot, the lingering sand and fog all around, and the scorching wind howling in the air.

This proves that the extraordinary movement just now was not an illusion.

This speed has already exceeded the physiological limits of humans.

He looks exactly like a little superhero, showing absolutely no signs of the speed limit that humans should have.

According to the red-robed Taoist, the world has already entered the Dharma-ending Age.

As the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gradually dwindles, many of the once-prevalent mystical methods have been lost, and even extraordinary events that defy common sense have become increasingly rare.

Just like those three female college students from Yingnan University, who were confirmed dead, but then suddenly turned into strange beings and came back to life a few days later without any warning.

Such bizarre phenomena that defy the natural order of life and death might still have some traces in ancient times when spiritual energy was abundant.

But in this degenerate age, it is a rare occurrence, happening only once every hundred years.

Even those victims who were personally killed by the red-robed Taoist priest, whose resentment lingered after death and turned into vengeful ghosts, he never showed any weakness.

Whenever a victim transforms into a ghost, the red-robed Taoist uses even more ruthless methods to completely shatter those haunting ghosts, leaving no possibility of reincarnation.

His ruthless killing was not out of fear of vengeful spirits; his core purpose was always to prevent the situation from escalating.

If these ghostly figures cause too much of a disturbance in the human world, they will inevitably attract the attention of those above who are investigating strange occurrences.

At that time, the crimes committed by the red-robed Taoist will be exposed, which is the hidden danger he fears most.

Nurturing the Blood Infant Spirit into its complete form was the sole objective that the Red-Clothed Taoist had been planning for decades.

For this, he didn't hesitate to stain his hands with blood and fight against evil spirits; there was no turning back.

In the mind of the red-robed Taoist, this matter could not tolerate the slightest mistake, and he would never allow anyone to obstruct it.

Whether it's a mortal you happen to encounter, a cultivator investigating strange events, or a soul trying to avenge a blood debt.

Anyone who stands in his way will be dealt with ruthlessly without hesitation, even if it means unleashing a greater bloodbath, he will never let his hard work go to waste.

The red-robed Taoist never intended to hold back against the three mutated female students from Yingnan University.

He had already prepared his methods the moment he heard the news of their "resurrection."

He had planned to sneak into the campus under the cover of night and eliminate these three potential "hidden dangers" that might expose him without anyone noticing.

Despite his meticulous planning, the red-robed Taoist priest never anticipated that this matter would cause such a huge uproar in society.

Protests from students' parents, media coverage, and heated online discussions have brought this matter to the forefront of public attention, drawing countless eyes to Yingnan University.

Such a high level of attention completely eliminated any possibility of him taking action in secret.

Once the red-robed Taoist appears, even if he only leaves a trace, it could be used by those investigating strange events to uncover the core secret of his cultivation of the Blood Infant Spirit.

Left with no other choice, he could only temporarily suppress his murderous intent.

Finally, the red-robed Taoist priest could only turn to Fang Hai, who also knew the inside story. The two of them, carrying three yellowed demon-suppressing talismans, took advantage of the night to avoid the crowd and hurriedly sneaked into dormitory 506 of Yingnan University.

The moment the black talisman was pasted onto the wall, deep red patterns flashed across its surface.

A subtle, suppressive force spread out, completely locking away the lingering chill in the dormitory room. Having done all this, the red-robed Taoist paid no further attention and turned to leave the campus.

The three girls had only recently recovered, and their Yin energy was already weak. Furthermore, they were suppressed day and night by the Demon-Suppressing Talisman.

Without him needing to lift a finger, the remaining Yin energy would be completely dissipated by the power of the talismans within twenty-five years at most.

The hidden dangers will be eliminated in time, saving him from taking risks in the eye of the storm.

As for what will happen in these twenty-five years, or whether the talisman will encounter any accidents.

The red-robed Taoist had no time to worry about anything else; all he could think about was returning to the shadows as soon as possible to continue his plan to cultivate the Blood Infant Spirit.

No one could have predicted that, after twenty years, the long-dormant case of the female college student's bizarre incident at Yingnan University would once again stir up waves on the internet today.

The worst part was that Lu Xuan saw it.

Amidst the swirling yellow sand, the wind swept past carrying scorching sand and gravel. Lu Xuan gazed at the black sedan approaching from afar, his voice fading into the vastness with the wind and sand.

"Is this what they mean by cause and effect? ​​Every sip and every bite is predetermined. How interesting..."

Those who attempt to manipulate cause and effect and go against the will of Heaven will eventually be entangled by the threads of cause and effect and will not escape the final reckoning.

He squinted slightly, his eyes reflecting the sandy sea under the blazing sun.

This is precisely why Lu Xuan wanted to quickly pass through ten lifetimes of mortal reincarnation. He only wanted to one day completely transcend reincarnation and no longer be controlled by fate.

And the ultimate goal of all this is to become a Celestial Immortal.

Only by standing at the pinnacle of the immortal path can one break free from the shackles of cause and effect and truly take control of one's own destiny.

They may even become the rulers who overlook all living beings and decide the fate of the world, no longer bound by the predetermined destiny of the world.

In just half a month, an elderly figure could always be seen traveling throughout the vast territory of Yifeng Province.

From bustling city streets to remote towns and villages, and then to desolate mountains and forests.

Lu Xuan's footprints can be found in every corner of Yifeng Province that is associated with the supernatural.

In the night on the outskirts of Qinghong City, a reservoir lies quietly on the edge of the town. A kilometer away is a large town with scattered lights and the faint sounds of human life, yet it seems out of place with this body of water.

The concrete ground along the reservoir bank was wide and flat, but there wasn't a single person in sight.

Only a conspicuous yellow warning line, like a restricted area sign, firmly surrounds the edge of the reservoir, prohibiting anyone from approaching.

Even more unusually, despite it being late at night, several high-powered lights were set up around the reservoir.

A blinding white beam of light pierced the darkness, illuminating an area of ​​hundreds of meters in radius as bright as day.

The cracks in the concrete, the withered grass on the bank, the ripples on the water, and even the dust floating in the air were all clearly outlined by the strong light, and not a single shadow could be hidden.

On a concrete ground about fifty meters from the reservoir, a square ritual altar stands prominently.

The altar, constructed of peach wood, is neat and solemn, with ritual implements such as a compass, talismans, and incense burner arranged in order on its surface.

Three sticks of incense were burning, their wisps of smoke creating a mysterious atmosphere under the glaring light.

In the center of the Taoist altar, a middle-aged man nearing fifty years old was dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe, the Bagua patterns embroidered on the hem of his robe shimmering faintly in the strong light.

His face was upright, his brows exuded a dignified and righteous aura, his expression was extremely serious, his hands were forming a mudra, and his eyes were fixed on the compass in front of the altar.

There was no sign of relaxation in his body; he seemed to be completely focused on sensing something.

Beside the middle-aged Taoist priest stood three young men, all dressed in ordinary short-sleeved clothes, clearly his disciples.

The three of them each had their own duties: one stood solemnly beside the altar with a peach wood sword in hand, while the other bent over and arranged the stacks of talismans.

Another person kept a close eye on the movement of the incense in the incense burner, with a hint of tension and awe in their eyes, ready to hand over the necessary items to their master at any moment, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

"Master, why hasn't that ghostly thing come up yet? Is it afraid of us?"

The young disciple on the far left gripped the peach wood sword tightly with his five fingers, his voice carrying a deliberately feigned confidence.

However, his eyes involuntarily drifted towards the dark water in the distance, as if afraid that something might leap out of the water at any moment.

The disciple beside him immediately chimed in, his voice trembling with barely concealed anxiety: "By the way, Master, I remember you said last time that you couldn't handle this thing?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a little uneasy—what he really wanted to ask was "Will something happen tonight?", but he could only use old topics to cover up his panic.

The last disciple swallowed hard, his gaze falling on the flickering candlelight on the altar. He lowered his voice and said, "Yes, Master, why did you suddenly set up an altar here tonight?"

The three of them talked back and forth, seemingly asking questions tirelessly, but in reality, they were just trying to fill the oppressive silence with words.

The night wind blew across the concrete, carrying the damp chill of the reservoir.

If they do nothing and say nothing, they feel their legs go weak and they can barely stand.

The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned even more as he listened to his disciples' words, but he didn't turn around. He just stared intently at the compass: "Don't ask any more questions. Keep an eye on the incense. It's not that it hasn't come; it's just waiting for the right time."

A bead of cold sweat slid down the middle-aged Taoist's forehead. He maintained his hand seal posture, his eyes fixed on the compass, his lips taut, pretending to be confident.

Only the middle-aged Taoist knew that his palms were already soaked with cold sweat, and even his knuckles were trembling slightly.

"Who the hell wants to fight this damn thing? I'm not done living yet!"

This thought swirled wildly in the middle-aged Taoist priest's mind.

Recalling the chilling aura he had sensed deep within the reservoir, he even considered throwing down the peach wood sword and running away.

But the middle-aged Taoist priest dared not do so. All of this was beyond his control, all because of the mysterious old man who suddenly came to his door this morning.

In the morning, the middle-aged Taoist priest had just changed into his training clothes and stepped out of the mountain gate when five or six people dressed in black tight-fitting clothes suddenly surrounded him.

Their movements were swift yet their attitude was polite, without a trace of hostility. They simply bowed slightly and said, "Master, we would like to invite you downstairs for a chat."

The middle-aged Taoist priest felt a chill run down his spine, but dared not resist—these people exuded a calm and collected aura, clearly not ordinary passersby. He could only suppress his unease and be led to the alleyway outside the Taoist temple.

A black sedan was parked quietly under the shade of a tree. The window slowly rolled down, and when he looked up, he froze on the spot.

Inside the car sat an elderly man who looked to be in his sixties, wearing a black Zhongshan suit, with a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers. His posture was casual, yet it sent chills down my spine.

Those eyes were calm and still, but what the middle-aged Taoist saw in them was not old age, but a sense of oppression as vast as mountains and seas.

It was as if the old man could crush his own body with a mere wave of his hand if he so desired.

This was the most terrifying and powerful old man he had ever seen in his life, without a doubt!

At that moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest had this thought flashing wildly through his mind, and he even became careful with his breathing.

He swore that even the century-old vengeful ghost he encountered with his master had never given him such a deep-seated awe and fear.

"Mr. Wu, there's something I need your help with."

Inside the black sedan, Lu Xuan's cigarette glowed faintly, and his voice was as calm as if he were talking about something trivial.

"Help me lure that thing out of the reservoir."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged Taoist priest felt an invisible pressure rushing towards him.

It wasn't a deliberately released aura of hostility, but rather the natural aura emanating from Lu Xuan's body.

It was as heavy as the deep sea and as majestic as a mountain, so powerful that he didn't even have the courage to look up at it.

There was no other way for Lu Xuan but to do this.

If even the slightest trace of his aura were to leak out, the thing in the reservoir would probably be able to detect it instantly.

"After this is done, Mr. Wu, please feel free to let me know if you encounter any difficulties..."

(End of this chapter)