Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 104 Welcoming the Arrival of Lu Zu!

The old man looked at the mountains not far away with a somewhat confused expression.

All around, young figures dressed in Taoist robes, carrying long swords on their backs, gazed at the mountain peak with excitement, even fanaticism.

They ignored the powerful mage beside them, cupped their hands, bowed deeply, and shouted in unison.

"Disciples of Quanzhen welcome the arrival of Patriarch Lü!"

The loud voice dispelled the confusion in the old man's eyes.

His gaze also focused.

At the summit of Zhongnan Mountain, a magnificent longsword now floats in the air, held by a tall, ethereal figure.

The phantom was three zhang tall, wearing a blue Taoist robe, and looked extremely majestic.

His gaze met that of an old man below.

The old man stared calmly at the phantom, and after a long while, his eyes, which had briefly been clear, became confused again.

He could no longer hear the excited cheers of the Quanzhen disciples around him, only the echoing words, "The future belongs to Zhou Lan," remained. He turned around and murmured, "This is... the past."

At that moment, an extremely old and aged figure appeared beneath the long sword.

His hair was neatly combed, and his cloudy eyes were filled with excitement. He carefully touched the longsword from ancient times, his eyes filled with fervor.

The longsword was completely free of rust, yet it looked extremely luxurious, as if wielding it would be enough to slay any powerful enemy.

Li Zong originally thought that the long sword enshrined in the Ancestral Hall, as well as the clay statue, were magical artifacts that the ancestors had casually crafted for the sake of grand principles.

After all, he had lived for over a hundred years, and this longsword, apart from being able to cut hair in an instant and slice through iron like mud, had no other extraordinary abilities.

At least, these are the most basic requirements for magical artifacts.

He really didn't expect that, when he was about to die and was just about to do his best to help with disaster relief, he saw the longsword tremble.

As he gripped the sword with some surprise, he actually saw the "sword spirit" of this 'ordinary' longsword.

The sword spirit didn't look very big; it seemed to be a little girl. He tried calling out to it, and to his surprise, he actually received a blessing.

He excitedly gripped the longsword.

Boom~
An immense aura of righteousness circulated around him, and the enormous phantom instantly merged into his body. He could feel as if he were omnipotent at this moment.

He raised his head slightly and met the silent gaze from the moon across an endless distance.

As if sensing something, Li Zong lowered his eyes and looked at an old man at the foot of the mountain who was turning away with some disappointment in his eyes.

Li Zong raised an eyebrow slightly. "A kid from Mount Tai?" What did that look mean? Was he looking down on him? Or was he looking down on Lü Zu?

Feel the peace of the world at this moment.

Li Zong raised his head, his voice resounding throughout the heavens: "Demons have appeared in the world, the old ways have been revived. By the decree of Lu Zu, we shall slay evil and vanquish demons!"

thump~
The space trembled violently.

Without any unnecessary words, he simply announced his purpose, then, holding a long sword, he charged straight at the moon, the golden light stretching out very long.

Its sharpness is unrestrained and its momentum is unstoppable.

All the Quanzhen disciples were incredibly excited at this moment.

The same applies to the sect leader and elders.

They were able to foresee that, after these mere seventeen characters, the future would see the rise of Quanzhen!

As the old man was about to leave, he looked back, and the space around him gradually distorted, taking him away from where he stood.

When it reappears.

Dad has already returned to San Francisco.

"Dad?"

"Dad!"

"Master!"

Three surprised voices rang out.

Jackie Chan and Tru waded through the puddles, eagerly approaching their father.

A little tired, Xiaoyu quickly flew towards her father, and before Jackie Chan and the others could react, she hugged her father tightly.

They seemed to have found their backbone, and the initial panic and confusion disappeared.

It was as if as long as this old man in the wool sweater was there, no difficulty could defeat them.

Feeling the slightly trembling body in his arms, the old man's confusion quickly dissipated, or rather, disappeared.

What are you doing out here?

The old man asked calmly, his voice seemingly lacking some of its usual quality.

Xiaoyu noticed this keenly, looked up, and asked in surprise, "Dad? What's wrong?"

Jackie Chan and Tru, who were standing a step away, were also filled with worry. They had a feeling that their father had changed, but they couldn't quite put their finger on what had changed.

"Father, what happened? Was that person who was supposed to be carrying out Lu Zu's orders genuine?"

Zheng~
Jackie Chan hadn't finished speaking.

After a brief period of calm, a resounding sword cry rang out in the sky.

Everyone looked up and immediately saw a sword light slash through the void, causing a star to flicker into darkness and never light up again.

The old man watched the battle in the sky.

In his eyes, it did not seem to be a battle between gods and demons, nor a battle between the destiny of the new era and the old.

Rather, it is a clash between the ancient gods and the old kings, separated by tens of thousands of years.

“How would Dad know? Dad isn’t familiar with Quanzhen.” He said, turning around and walking towards Dad’s antique shop.

Xiaoyu looked at her father with some confusion: "Dad, what's wrong?"

"Dad feels his knowledge is insufficient; Dad needs to absorb new knowledge and find a way to deal with the demons."

The voice that came through wasn't as strong as before. Xiaoyu frowned; her father seemed somewhat unfamiliar now.
"Tru! What are you still standing there for? Aren't you going to help? How could your father have such a stupid disciple?"

"Oh, sir, you're here."

Tru immediately waded through the water toward his father's antique shop, feeling a slight sense of relief.

It's still the same familiar tone, and he still swears. That day just won't fall apart.
Jackie Chan's unease was quickly dispelled. He was about to follow them back.

He then heard some sobbing and wailing sounds.

Jackie Chan paused, turned around, and walked towards the direction from which sobs could be heard.

Magic couldn't help him, but he could help those suffering from the disaster.
In the sky, Xiaoyu remained silent. She looked at the still chilly moonlight and held a thick book in her hand.

I flew to the roof of my dad's antique shop, sat on the edge of the somewhat damp rooftop, and began to browse through the books with a bit of impatience.

The oppressive feeling of the moonlight was too heavy, coupled with the abnormality of her father, even a god could not suppress the unease in Xiaoyu's heart.

A wisp of righteous energy still lingered around her, but it could not shake the exquisite balance within her body.

The clashes in the sky grew ever louder, but the righteous energy seemed increasingly superficial and impatient.
It is constantly trying to disrupt the balance within the girl's body.

But they failed time and time again.
Zheng~
It is clearly a vacuum in the universe.

But the sound of the sword strike was so clear and solid.

On the desolate and cold moon, there was no emotion in Zhou Lan's scarlet eyes.

It seemed as if they didn't take the god who had sealed them away seriously.

A vast sword light, imbued with the might of a god, swept in.

Zhou Lan did not dodge, but marched forward to meet the sharp edge of righteous energy.

The black gravitational vortexes around his body tore the sword light to shreds, sending it flying outwards.

The divine power left faint traces of erosion on the moon, and the sharp sword energy also left sword marks on the moon, but it could not touch the master that it wanted to attack.

Li Zong's body trembled slightly. Three sword strikes had been completed, and the first strike had easily separated the calamity from the moon.

The second sword strike was easily parried, annihilating a star.

The third sword was torn apart by gravity.
This demon gave him a feeling he had never experienced before; even the sword of the gods could not slay this demon!
After this thought came to mind, Li Zong's eyes dimmed for a moment.

But things quickly stabilized again.

How could it be impossible to kill?
He looked behind the demons, where, through the crimson curtain, six demons were crouching on floating rocks, watching them.

Those were demons imprisoned by God; one was a humanoid blue hippopotamus, and the other was a brown minotaur, who was excitedly roaring something.

Apart from the demon with its head down, seemingly lost in thought, the other demons were all looking at him with hatred or murderous intent.

These demons were once defeated by the gods led by Lu Zu; they were nothing more than defeated enemies.

There's no such thing as being unable to cut him; it's just that he couldn't unleash the full power of Lu Zu's sword.

He stared intently at the demon.

Hold the sword with both hands.

A powerful aura of justice flowed slowly through the air.

On Li Zong's body, the outline of a human figure wearing a blue Taoist robe was faintly visible.

Ahead, the demon paused slightly in its advance, but then silently drew closer.

Behind the demons, the demons on the crimson curtain suddenly became agitated, cursing, roaring, and giving orders.

But at this moment, Li Zong could no longer hear it.

He could feel that he could now unleash the full power of this sword.

"Demon, this sword comes from God!"

The moment he raised his longsword, it seemed as if the entire world's sense of justice converged, and time itself stood still.

The figure in the blue Taoist robe suddenly revealed a sharp glint in his eyes, which held the stars, as he held a sword in one hand.

It seems as if, across tens of thousands of years, a sword has been swung at the god of today.

Zheng~
The sword light slashed down.

This sword strike dimmed the ancient moon for a moment, leaving sword marks in the air, as if it were about to split the entire moon in two.

Zhou Lan stopped, raised her eyes, and looked at the phantom of the god.

In that instant, demonic energy surged forth, and the increasingly cold moonlight illuminated the entire universe, making even the distant sun appear dim.

A trace of emotion finally appeared in Zhou Lan's eyes, and a cold killing intent descended with an ancient will.

Moonlight converges, and the universe stands still.

At that moment, everyone who dared to look directly at the moon witnessed an incomparably magnificent scene.

In their eyes, the moon suddenly became incredibly bright, then froze, and finally shattered like a mirror.

Then, boundless darkness engulfed their hearts.

What followed was an overwhelming sense of panic and despair.

Li Zong stared blankly at the scene before him, wondering what he had just witnessed.

The longsword from the gods shattered.
It was decisively defeated by that ancient will.

Along with it, his gaze and vision were also shattered, and even the magic within his body was destroyed.
Even the messengers of the gods cannot be looked at directly?
Earth is in grave danger!

The cold and intense suffocation struck him; without divine protection, he seemed unable to survive in space.

It's so cold.
I want to go home
On his deathbed, he seemed to hear something, his life force completely vanished, and he died with lifeless eyes.

"Is this the new era's counterattack? Using the power of the old?"

Zhou Lan silently looked at Lan Xing, and calmly extended a hand towards Lan Xing.

A tiny scratch on his hand disappeared quickly, leaving no trace.

"continue."

Zhou Lan's five fingers were slightly bent.

The sword mark that stood between the moon and the blue star was easily erased.

Calamity has struck again!

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