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

Chapter 402 Enemies have come knocking; your Lu family is not worthy of the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist!
The lingering heat from the reservoir dam caused the Taoist robe of the middle-aged Taoist priest, Mr. Wu, to sway gently.

He looked at Lu Xuan in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly, and finally spoke of the difficulties that had been weighing on his heart: "Senior, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is dwindling day by day."
We Taoist priests who rely on spiritual energy to perform magic are no longer as powerful as before; even simple protective spells require most of our mental energy.

The middle-aged Taoist priest paused, his tone becoming more earnest: "I'm already quite old; I can manage to live my life tending the temple."
But my three disciples have been learning Taoist arts from me since they were young. They are still young, and my only wish is to help them find a way to make a living as ordinary people, so that they can earn a stable income.

Lu Xuan nodded slightly after hearing this, his tone firm: "Yes, someone will contact you about this, Mr. Wu. Until we meet again."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the darkness, his figure gradually fading until he finally disappeared completely into the night.

Yingnan City.

As midnight approached, the city gradually fell silent, except for the "Golden Jade Cup" nightclub in the east of the city, which continued to burn brightly.

As the premier nightclub in Yingnan City, it stands majestically amidst the shimmering neon lights of the night, like a luxurious palace that never sleeps.

On the building's exterior, a huge LED light strip cascades down like a waterfall, with red, green, and gold lights intertwining and colliding, illuminating the plaza in front of the building as if it were daytime.

Amidst the dazzling lights, top-of-the-line sports cars and black luxury cars silently glided into the lane.

Doormen in crisp uniforms moved about busily, opening car doors for every arriving guest.

The deafening sound waves were blocked by the heavy doors, leaving only faint rhythms striking the night.

This place is a hub of wealth and prestige for Yingnan City and even the surrounding cities.

Local wealthy young men spend lavishly here, while up-and-coming business elites from neighboring cities conduct business negotiations and social engagements here.

Many successful people from all over Yifeng Province regard the "Golden Jade Cup" as a symbol of status and social circle.

It can be said that on the night map of Yifeng Province, "Golden Cup" is not only an entertainment venue, but also a dazzling beacon, attracting the province's elite to indulge and linger here.

This is no ordinary nightclub.

The “Golden Jade Cup” covers an astonishing area of ​​nearly 100 million square meters – yes, you read that right, a million square meters in the tens of thousands.

This has far surpassed the scope of a nightclub; it is a veritable, all-encompassing luxury entertainment empire.

In this vast space, the standard 18-hole golf course makes you feel like you're at a green tournament.

Natural hot springs wash away your fatigue, global cuisines converge on your palate, and top-notch commercial performances and fashion shows never end.

Among those coming and going are many graceful models and occasionally stunning second-tier actresses.

In short, you can find almost every kind of luxury you can imagine here.

At the heart of all this remains the iconic ShangK Performing Arts Center.

Like the beating heart of the entire empire, it offers an ultimate audio-visual feast and impeccable service beneath its dazzling dome.

Here, there's nothing it can't do, only things you can't imagine.

And this is also one of the most dazzling industrial territories of the Yingnan Lu family.

This entertainment empire, named "Golden Jade Cup," is now personally overseen and managed by Lu Guangchen, the third-generation direct descendant of the Lu family.

However, at this moment, Lu Guangchen could no longer maintain that composure of being in control of the entire situation.

Just two weeks ago, he was still basking in the joy of his family's happy occasion.

Grandpa Lu Xuan, who had long been out of the public eye, recently returned to the scene and swiftly rescued his eldest son and youngest daughter from danger.

The relief and encouragement brought about by the resolution of this crisis led Lu Guangchen to generously grant all employees a raise.

The luxurious penthouse office was abruptly shattered by hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by an urgent announcement—

"President Lu! Something terrible has happened!" The assistant practically slammed open the heavy wooden door, his face drained of color. "President Bei of Fengtao Group... has been ambushed in the private passage!"

There were at least four or five of them, all masked, and their methods were extremely ruthless… Mr. Bei's right leg was… they broke it on the spot!

The news was like an icy blade, instantly piercing through the warmth of the room.

Lu Guangchen's face grew even colder, and his eyes, which had been reflecting the city lights, suddenly became calm, with a storm brewing deep within them.

He stood up slowly.

In just seven days.

For Lu Guangchen, those seven days and nights were like a slow and public execution.

Three of his most important and distinguished clients, who were also frequent guests at his establishment, were attacked one after another with precision and ferocity on his turf.

What infuriated Lu Guangchen even more was that every time, those cowardly bastards managed to escape unscathed after succeeding.

They vanished into the shadows of the city like ghosts, leaving no valuable clues.

This is no longer just a slap in the face to Lu Guangchen, but a direct attack on the foundation of the entertainment empire that the Lu family has built over a decade.

The target was crystal clear – they didn't want to destroy one or two guests, but the very lifeblood of "Golden Cup" that it depended on for survival.

Safety and reputation.

When the wealthy began to believe that stepping into this glittering palace might lead to leaving with a broken leg.

How long can the "Golden Cup" brand name continue to shine?

A moment later, on Lu Guangchen's desk, on a huge screen, was the highest definition image after technical processing.

He stared intently at the screen—the five masked men appeared suddenly from the corridor like ghosts, their movements so fast they almost left afterimages.

Their target was extremely clear: Mr. Bei of the Fengtao Group.

Even though Lu Guangchen had watched the next scene dozens of times, he still felt a chill run down his spine.

That was no ordinary method used by thugs or mercenaries; there were no complicated moves or unnecessary entanglements.

One of them lunged forward, his movements as swift as lightning—a grab, a hook, a twist—the actions were simple yet precise, imbued with a cruel aesthetic.

"Crack!"

Even through the silent screen, Lu Guangchen could hear the sickening sound of bones cracking.

Mr. Bei's nearly 200-pound body was like a fragile puppet in their hands, with one leg being forcibly broken at a bizarre angle that defied human anatomy.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye; even the staff standing nearby didn't have time to react.

The speed, absolute power, and brutally efficient techniques displayed by the five of them had already surpassed the limits of human physical ability.

A chilling conclusion struck Lu Guangchen's heart like a heavy hammer—

A practitioner of traditional Chinese martial arts!

Moreover, judging from the perfect teamwork and effortless power exertion of these five individuals, they are definitely not ordinary practitioners.

They were all masters of traditional Chinese martial arts who had cultivated their internal energy to the core, allowing it to permeate their entire bodies, and whose attacks were imbued with hidden power. Five masters of hidden power, willingly became assassins.

Lu Guangchen slowly leaned back in his chair, an unprecedented chill gripping him.

This is no longer an ordinary business dispute or gangland revenge.

The fact that they could simultaneously command five masters of internal energy reveals the unfathomable power, resources, and malice behind them.

"Damn it...!!"

A roar, suppressed to the extreme and finally bursting forth, abruptly shattered the heavy atmosphere in the office.

Lu Guangchen's temples bulged with veins. The anger, humiliation, and a trace of fear that he himself was unwilling to admit had been building up for days, and at this moment, they erupted like a flood bursting its banks.

Immediately, Lu Guangchen sprang up from his chair and slammed his right palm down with tremendous force onto the valuable rosewood desk in front of him!
"Bam—!"

A heavy, muffled thud exploded in the large space, causing the documents and equipment on the table to tremble.

The solid wooden tabletop was left with several fine but clearly visible, indented marks under his palm.

The splintered wood sticks up slightly, as if silently accusing the terrifying force contained in that palm strike.

Inside the office, the assistants and security personnel standing by were all silent and trembling, not daring to even breathe, and all lowered their heads.

They had never seen President Lu, who was always calm and composed and never showed his emotions, display such a erratic and destructive side.

Just as the air in the office was almost frozen, the door was silently pushed open.

A lean and capable figure stepped in; the newcomer was Lu Guanghai, Lu Guangchen's cousin.

He was thin, but his steps were steady as a mountain, and he exuded an aura of authority that came from someone who had long held a high position.

As the leader who controls the largest underground force in Yingnan City, he is also a master of traditional Chinese martial arts who has mastered the art of internal strength.

Lu Guanghai's gaze was sharp as an eagle's. He first swept over the fresh palm print on the table, then landed on his cousin's face, which was tense with rage. He already understood seven or eight parts of the situation.

“Guang Chen,” he began, his voice low and steady, “those five men moved with precision, their routes were cunning, and they had an intimate understanding of the site's surveillance and security rotation patterns.”

This is something no outsider could accomplish on their own.

He paused slightly, then said with unwavering resolve, "There's a traitor inside and someone outside. This is a meticulously planned inside-outside operation with a very clear objective—to target our Lu family."

Seeing Lu Guangchen's sinister gaze and his chest still heaving violently, Lu Guanghai stepped forward, lowering his voice even further, but with a resolute tone: "The situation is extremely urgent. The enemy is in the shadows, while we are in the light. We can no longer afford to be passively attacked."

We must return to our ancestral home immediately and discuss our next move with my third uncle in person.

"Tell my dad?"

A complex emotion flickered across Lu Guangchen's gloomy face.

His jaw was clenched, and the four words seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth.

Unless absolutely necessary, Lu Guangchen would never want to disturb his father.

Looking at the struggle and humiliation surging in his cousin's eyes, Lu Guanghai fully understood his concerns.

He stepped forward: "Guang Chen, now is not the time to worry about these things. The other side has dispatched five experts of internal strength; this is not a simple provocation, but a declaration of war."

The fact that they've gone this far shows they don't care whether we notice or not; they're even... forcing us to ask our families for help.

Lu Guanghai's gaze was sharp as a knife, each word piercing into Lu Guangchen's heart:
"Is temporary face more important, or the foundation of the entire Lu family? To act tough now is true incompetence!"

Just then, a clear, cold laugh came from outside the door, a laugh filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.

"Hehehe... Incompetent, who's right? At least you bunch of good-for-nothings have some self-awareness..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a tall, imposing figure blocked the doorway like an iron tower.

The person who arrived was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with explosively bulging muscles that stretched his simple black short-sleeved shirt so tight it looked like it was about to burst.

She wore black trousers, but paired them with a pair of rustic cloth shoes that seemed completely out of place with her modern outfit.

He simply stood there, and an oppressive aura of wildness and power swept over you, making the temperature in the room seem to drop several degrees.

The burly man's sharp gaze swept quickly over Lu Guangchen and Lu Guanghai in the room, a mocking smile curving his lips, his voice carrying a condescending and sarcastic tone.

"The Lu family possesses that unparalleled martial arts technique, yet they willingly cower in this brothel, indulging in their comfortable dreams."

"Hmph, I think your Lu family, from top to bottom, is simply not qualified to own it!"

"The 'All Valleys Converge' Fist—it should belong to me!!!"

The burly man's roar was like thunder, exploding in the office and making everyone's eardrums buzz.

His fists were clenched, his bulging muscles bulging violently with extreme anger.

An invisible wave of energy seemed to surge around him, causing his black short-sleeved shirt to flutter loudly.

The burly man's bloodshot eyes were fixed on the Lu brothers, his gaze a mixture of greed, jealousy, and decades of resentment, almost spitting fire.

"Lu Guangchen, Lu Guanghai, you bunch of good-for-nothings who have a gold mine but only know how to beg for food!"

"The true meaning of this boxing style is to gather thousands of rivers and streams, rushing to the sea; it is the most powerful and fierce, domineering force that can swallow everything!"

Only with my strength and willpower can I push it to its unprecedented limits!

"But Lu Yulong... that stubborn old man!"

He practically roared out the name of the second master of the Lu family through gritted teeth, every word brimming with deep-seated hatred.

"He clearly possessed the complete inheritance, yet he refused to let go, as if guarding a tomb!"
Saying they lack moral character or are too aggressive... that's all bullshit!
He was simply afraid! Afraid that someone would surpass him, afraid that I, an outsider, would steal the most dazzling glory from the Lu family!

"You bastard who betrayed his master and ancestors! Wei Feng!" Lu Guangchen and Lu Guanghai said almost in unison, their faces instantly drained of color, their shock mixed with undisguised terror.

Fifteen years ago, Wei Feng was the most dazzling rising star of the "Wanhe Guiliuquan" boxing school.

He was exceptionally talented and had excellent physical attributes. Even his discerning second uncle, Lu Yulong, praised him as a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy and treated him as his own son.

Wei Feng was humble and respectful to his teacher, and worked very hard. Lu Yulong cherished his talent and taught him all the essence of boxing techniques below the Dan realm.

However, the Lu family's ancestral precepts are as firm as a mountain: only those who bear the bloodline of the Lu family can inherit the final profound meaning of the Embracing the Elixir—that is the true soul of the Myriad Valleys Returning to Flow Fist, the supreme secret capable of splitting mountains and stopping rivers.

No one could have predicted that beneath Wei Feng's respect for his teachers and the Dao, such a vast ambition was hidden.

Not content with the unique skills he had acquired, he secretly plotted to seize the tightly guarded ultimate core.

On the night the affair was exposed, Lu Yulong was furious and personally took action to eliminate his own men.

Although Wei Feng was seriously injured, he managed to escape by chance thanks to his extraordinary strength. From then on, he vanished as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth. He not only fled Yifeng Province in a sorry state, but also went overseas and disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)