Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 84 Using Fragrant Bait to Catch a Golden Turtle (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"I'll spare your life for now, but you can't die yet."

Lu Wubing's mind raced with thoughts, but his actions were even faster.

He took a slanted step, crashing into the azure sword light...

Feeling the sword light tear through the air and glide past his waist and ribs, he still had time to internally savor the moment.

A sixth-rank internal cultivator, proficient in swordsmanship.

Unfortunately, it's still not enough.

As they passed each other, Lu Wubing's sword flashed out silently and diagonally.

So fast it's like a phantom...

Sword against sword, piercing Wu Zhongxiong's Jianjing acupoint.

At the same time, his left palm, like a venomous snake hidden in the grass, suddenly darted out and gently patted the opponent's lower abdomen.

Snapped……

Like a balloon bursting.

Wu Zhongxiong's dignified and solemn face suddenly twisted, and he let out a deafening scream.

In just one glance, the tendons in his shoulder had been severed.

As his right arm, which was gripping the sword, went limp and the hilt slipped from his hand, a palm strike landed on his dantian, unleashing a powerful burst of energy.

The surging internal energy, cultivated over many years, was released all at once, as if a riverbank had been breached by a sharp blade.

His body was sent flying high into the air by the force of the palm strike, but his heart was cold to the bone.

He's done for; his martial arts are ruined.

While suspended in mid-air, Wu Zhongxiong, in his despair, saw a pale blue figure moving nimbly among the disciples of the East Sea Sword Sect, the sword light appearing both real and illusory, indistinct.

As the figure flashed by.

Seven or eight disciples from the East Sea all dropped their swords, clutched their necks, and collapsed.

For an instant.

His throat had been pierced by the other party.

"Lu Wubing...you are so cruel!"

Wu Zhongxiong fell heavily to the ground, feeling utterly powerless. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the figure that was advancing like the wind.

"Unlike your East Sea Sword Sect, which readily wipes out entire clans."

Lu Wubing gave a cold, indifferent chuckle.

He suddenly noticed that the young man in white robes and a jade crown was retreating further and further away while shouting for help.

"Brother Tong, how have you been? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"So it was you. You were the one who sneaked into Shuofang Pavilion last night. I only regret that I didn't discover your true colors sooner."

Tong Yusheng was so angry she almost spat out blood.

They had met at Zuihuju before and were drinking and chatting happily, but now they are at each other's throats.

He now understands what the other person meant by what they said back then.

What did Lu Wubing say back then? "I don't know if he's also loyal to Shuofang Pavilion." Yes, he must have known all along that his Shuofang Pavilion would be attacked.

Various events flashed through my mind, and all the clues connected.

Tong Yusheng finally understood why Shuofang Pavilion had been so well hidden, yet it was suddenly attacked today... Its years of hard work were reduced to ashes, and even her father was in grave danger.

It was all caused by this kid in front of me.

“Originally, I had no grudge against you, and what you wanted to do was none of my business. But who told you to get involved with the East Sea Sword Sect? Not only that, but you even dared to covet my Lu Family Sword Manual. You can’t be allowed to live.”

Lu Wubing slowly stepped forward, sword in hand.

"Young man Tong, show your identity. I don't believe he would dare to lay a hand on anyone from the Prince's Mansion in this southeastern region."

The sharp voice rang out again.

On the carriage ahead, the curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged man with a fair complexion, no beard, and face powdered slowly stepped down.

Even from a distance, there was a strong smell of urine and artificial fragrance that made Lu Wubing's nose itch.

"A palace eunuch? I can only say, old man, you're too naive."

Lu Wubing laughed and said nothing more.

He thought to himself, "Don't even mention the Prince's Mansion; even if you brought up the Emperor today, you wouldn't be able to scare me."

He moved his foot.

As he charged forward like an arrow, the sword light pierced the air, accompanied by a thunderous roar.

"How dare you..."

A hint of fear appeared in the eyes of the pale-faced middle-aged man.

He suddenly raised both palms.

He struck in a series of alternating blows in front of him, producing seven or eight powerful palm strikes.

The energy extends a foot, striking from the side, rotating, or moving straight, with exquisite precision.

At the same time, he stepped back, his body already retreating several feet away like a wisp of smoke...

"The palm technique is exquisite, but it's a pity that the strike is too slow."

Lu Wubing shook his hand to remove the blood from the sword.

He shook his head as he watched the old eunuch clutch his throat, hissing softly, and slowly collapse.

Why can't they just stay in the palace? Why do they have to get involved in the affairs of the martial arts world? Don't they know the principle that "Confucians use their words to disrupt the law, and knights-errant use their martial arts to break the law"?

"How does my swordsmanship compare to that of Senior Brother Yue?"

Lu Wubing looked at Tong Yusheng with curiosity, and suddenly remembered that at the dinner table, he had highly praised Yue Lingfeng's swordsmanship, claiming that the other party's swordsmanship was so superb that many of the older generation were not as good as him.

He also said that it was a blessing for him to be able to learn swordsmanship from Yue Lingfeng.

"Pfft..."

Tong Yusheng did not answer, but his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, throwing down his sword and begging for mercy. "I was wrong, please spare my life, Brother Lu. The carriage is loaded with the wealth accumulated by my Shuofang Pavilion over the years, as well as some jewelry that was intended to be presented to Prince Gong. I will give it all to you, Brother Lu."

"I still like your unruly look."

Lu Wubing shook his head.

A sword pierced Tong Yusheng's heart.

Seeing the few long, blue needles lying on the person's drooping palm, his heart hardened even more.

As Senior Sister Xiaolan once said, the world is dangerous, and the worst thing you can do is be soft-hearted.

Although she couldn't do it herself, I remembered it.

"killed."

Lu Wubing waved his hand, and the steward, Tang Qi, and the Wang family uncle and nephew rushed forward and killed all of the dozen or so followers.

"Young master, it's gold and silver jewelry, and there are many valuable items..."

The steward's eyes gleamed with excitement as he examined the contents of the carriage and whispered his report in a low voice.

How precious is it?

Lu Wubing understood that this was probably a backup plan left by Tong Changyou of Shuofang Pavilion when he saw that the situation was not good.

This person was unwilling to give up his legacy, harbored a侥幸 mentality, and wanted to take a desperate gamble.

But fearing defeat and the enemy gaining all their wealth, they made a contingency plan. They devised a way to send their son to escape through a tunnel.

As for the disciples of the East Sea Sword Sect, they might be waiting at a gathering point outside the city, and only set off together after meeting up.

That's roughly the situation.

Therefore, it's easy to understand where the valuable items from Shuofang Pavilion ended up, taken by its young master and along with the eunuchs from the Prince's Mansion.

As I approached, I lifted the carriage curtain to take a look.

Lu Wubing took a deep breath.

Gold and silver were nothing to worry about; although there was a lot of them, Lu Wubing had seen them before, as he had some in his own cellar.

He was mainly staring blankly at the dazzling headdresses, ornaments, and various pendants.

I thought I would have a lot of money.

I never imagined there would be so many...

Two cars, a full two cars.

Moreover, those gold and jade artifacts are all exquisite, and if they enter the market, they are estimated to fetch a high price.

"Divide it into three parts: one to Jin Yutang, one to Tianxing Peak, and one to keep for ourselves to recruit reliable people, adopt orphans, and prepare medicine..."

Lu Wubing let out a soft breath, no longer glancing at the valuables, and simply picked up a blue jade phoenix hairpin.

This hairpin shimmers like water, as if a clear lake is contained within it. If you look at it for a while, you feel as if the phoenix is ​​about to come to life and take flight.

No wonder Senior Brother is so obsessed with this hairpin, always thinking of using it to please Senior Sister Xiaolan.

It turns out, this thing really is beautiful... I doubt any woman could resist it.

Lu Wubing put the jade hairpin into his bosom, shook his head and chuckled.

I thought to myself that Shuofang Pavilion had put on a good show.

Unfortunately, their conspiracy with the Great Thief Gong Wuying vanished before it could be carried out.

“Young master, these people have no martial arts manuals on them, only some valuables.”

Wang Tietou is a simple-minded person, he speaks in a simple-minded way, and most importantly, his hands are quite dark.

Lu Wubing glanced at him, but didn't really want to say anything.

He pointed to the seventh disciple of the East Sea Sword Sect, who was writhing on the ground, and said, "Take him with you, stop the bleeding first, don't let him die."

"Yes, young master, what's the point of keeping this person alive? If you ask me, we should just kill him."

"Iron Head, you talk too much."

As soon as Wang Tietou finished speaking, Wang Zhong slapped him on the back of the head, making him see stars. He dared not say another word, and with his head down, he quickly picked up Wu Zhongxiong as easily as if he were a rabbit.

This is why Lu Jiaming, knowing that Tie Tou was a reckless fool and not very bright, still entrusted him with important responsibilities.

This kid has a strong physique and extraordinary natural strength.

Although he had only mastered external martial arts to the ninth rank, Tang Qi and Wang Zhong, who were at the eighth rank, were already no match for him.

This mere ninth-rank martial artist, only seventeen years old, already possesses the strength of seven or eight hundred jin in his arms.

It's easy to imagine what this silly boy will become if he continues to practice.

Lu Wubing was somewhat looking forward to it...

If we train him properly and let him learn the Golden Thread Robe and some superior martial arts, could he become a fierce general?
The group ignored the corpses on the ground.

They hurriedly drove the carriage into the nearby woods and found a place with lush trees.

Lu Wubing gave the order directly.

“Master Wang, Tie Tou, you two dig the pits and disguise them… Uncle Gui is skillful, so the vine trap will be left to you.”

Lu Wubing gave a brief instruction, then looked up at the spot where the sunlight streamed in from outside the mountain, his eyes filled with icy coldness.

This is the place I've chosen for my final battle.

The seventh disciple of the East Sea Sect was Xiang Er.

Fifteen minutes later, all preparations were completed, but there was still no movement around.

Lu Wubing was somewhat impressed by the caution and patience of the leader of a certain major sect.

He stabbed Wu Zhongxiong in the thigh with a backhand stroke, listening to the man's screams of agony, and asked, "If you can tell me the [Golden Carp Leaping Waves] movement technique and the East Sea Azure Wave Sword Technique, I'll let you die a quick death."

……

Asking for a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)