The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 68 Immaculate (Part 2) (Thanks to XiXi for being the Alliance Leader)
Fu Juemin sat in the car, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, quietly thinking about things.

Fu Juemin had an idea about the water monster at the dock, but even with thorough preparation, success or failure depended heavily on luck.

The Fu family today is not the same as the Fu family of a month ago.

In the past two weeks, the infamy of Song Lin, the son of the governor of Yangping Province, has become deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people of Luanhe.

While it may not stop a child from crying, it is enough to make everyone tremble with fear.

Meanwhile, news that Song Lin was deliberately targeting and intending to annex the Fu family gradually spread among the upper echelons of Luanhe County.

Some merchants who were originally on good terms with Fu Guosheng have begun to choose to suspend business dealings with the Fu family.

Although Fu Guosheng still enjoys prestige in the Luanhe business community, the Fu family's situation is indeed deteriorating day by day.

During this period, Fu Juemin witnessed Fu Guosheng spending large sums of money on things like building bridges, repairing roads, disaster relief, and supporting the troops. He even bought an entire page in the provincial newspaper to publicize the Fu family's good deeds and contributions.

This did, to some extent, slow down Song Lin's relentless advance.

But it was ultimately just a stopgap measure.

"The root of this problem lies with Song Lin; we need to either get him to change his mind."

Either

Fu Juemin opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a hint of the chill of late autumn.

"Let him die."

Perhaps by voluntarily offering up most of his family fortune, Song Lin might ultimately choose to let the Fu family go.

But Fu Juemin had witnessed the hardships of ordinary people at the bottom of society in this chaotic world—their lives were as worthless as grass, and their future was uncertain.

Moreover, now that he has embarked on the path of martial arts, the further he goes, the more money he will need to support him. Song Lin's attempt to seize the Fu family's assets is tantamount to cutting off his path in martial arts.

Even for the sake of self-preservation and a secure future, he would never choose to compromise.

However, he wanted to kill Song Lin.
too difficult.

Even setting aside his status as the son of a provincial governor, the two martial arts masters by his side are not something Fu Juemin can handle at present.

He has only recently begun practicing blood cultivation, and it is impossible for him to reach the level of fighting against Tongxuan in martial arts in a short period of time.

That's why he thought of the water monkey at the Luanhe Wharf, to see if he could find another way.
After leaving the Luanhe Wharf, Fu Juemin drove around the city.

I ate lunch at Fu Rui Lou restaurant and ordered their best dish, Seven Blessings Roast Goose, but I didn't have much of an appetite.

In the afternoon, we went to Qunyu Garden to listen to a play for a while. He wasn't very interested in opera to begin with, and he couldn't concentrate on the singing and dancing on stage for a long time. Instead, he became more and more agitated.

He only felt a little better after suddenly remembering what Su Hui had told him and throwing a few dollars onto the stage.

Fu Juemin returned home at 3 p.m.

As soon as I entered, I sensed that something was off about the atmosphere in the hall.

Father Fu Guosheng stood silently smoking his pipe in front of a painting of pine and crane symbolizing longevity hanging in the center of the living room. Stepmother Lin Wanrong sat blankly on the sofa, seemingly lost in thought, not even glancing at him when he came in.

Fu Juemin called out "Father," but Fu Guosheng did not respond. When he greeted Lin Wanrong, Lin Wanrong finally reacted and forced a smile at him.

"Uncle Chen, what exactly happened?"

Fu Juemin called over Chen Bo, the butler who was waiting nearby, to inquire about the situation.

Uncle Chen hesitated for a moment, glanced at Fu Guosheng, and then replied hesitantly, "Today, Madam took the two young ladies out, but they were intercepted on the street by that Special Envoy Song and forced to have a meal at County Magistrate Hu's house."

"Song Lin didn't do anything?"

Fu Juemin frowned, but this time he looked in the direction of his stepmother, Lin Wanrong.

Lin Wanrong met Fu Juemin's gaze, her shoulders trembled, and she said rapidly, "No... I didn't do anything."

"Just eating?"

Fu Juemin stared into Lin Wanrong's eyes.

"He killed someone right in front of us!"

Lin Wanrong suddenly became somewhat hysterical, "Thank goodness... thank goodness I covered Shuyao and Shuxin's eyes..." At this moment, Fu Guosheng, who was facing the hall, turned around and looked at Fu Juemin.

This was the first time Fu Juemin had seen Fu Guosheng look so pale, with deep weariness in his eyes.

"I have already asked someone to contact my connections in the provincial government."

They promised to put in a good word for me with Song Zhenyuan.

"As long as Song Zhenyuan is willing to compromise, things should be easier to resolve on Song Lin's side."

Fu Guosheng spoke to Fu Juemin in a comforting tone.

Fu Juemin remained expressionless and slowly said, "Father, begging for mercy will not bring true peace."

"Stop copying your second uncle's ways."

Fu Guosheng seemed unwilling to explain further, waving his hand wearily and saying, "Don't go out during this time. Just stay home and practice martial arts, or do whatever you want."

As he spoke, he called out the name of the butler, Uncle Chen.

"Zhongping".

Then he kept giving Uncle Chen some instructions.

Fu Juemin silently left the front hall, feeling an even greater tightness in his chest.

After changing into his training clothes, he went to the medicinal bath room alone.

No one was drugged; he was simply immersed in the pool with his limbs outstretched, letting the surging hot water slowly submerge him.

In terms of both strength and background, he was no match for Song Lin.

This left him with a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration.

Fu Juemin had previously thought that perhaps the water monsters at the dock could be used to deal with Song Lin.

If Song Lin dies at the hands of the water demon, then all the problems will naturally be solved.

If the water demon is killed by the experts around Song Lin, it will also benefit him.

This method sounds good, but it's not easy to implement.
Or, use explosives!

My second uncle should have some.

Hundreds of kilograms of explosives could be thrown directly into Hu Fulai's mansion, or planted in advance on Song Lin's inevitable route. If all goes well, even with two powerful bodyguards by his side, he would definitely not escape death.

However, this plan needs to consider how to handle the aftermath.

If Song Lin were to die in the Luan River in such a manner, the entire Luan River would likely be buried with him in Song Zhenyuan's rage.
Fu Juemin's mind was a jumble of thoughts, one plan after another emerging, only to be rejected by himself one after another.

Unconsciously, the contents of the "Medicine Buddha Sutra" flashed through his mind.

The scriptures he had recited countless times now flowed through his heart like petals falling on a stream, each word flowing gently from his heart.

As all distracting thoughts gradually subsided, Fu Juemin entered a profound and indescribable state of mind.

As if sensing something, he seized this subtle moment, immediately leaped out of the water, and called for someone to prepare the hot spring bath.

As the various auxiliary materials were poured into the circular trough in the center of the medicinal bath, Fu Juemin, holding the last century-old lotus seed, jumped into the water.

As the hot soup surged, Fu Juemin stood suspended in the water, the flowing water around him like hundreds of invisible snakes desperately trying to burrow into his body.

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and began to practice the five movements depicted in the "Medicine Buddha Purification Picture".

I barely managed to finish practicing it once.

Then I heard it.
There seemed to be a series of fine, crisp sounds coming from inside my body, as if something was breaking.
The room was filled with mist and steam.

A faint, medicinal aroma mingled with a strange smell reminiscent of rotten eggs permeated the air.

"boom!"

With a loud splash, a figure suddenly burst out of the circular pool in the center of the room!

(End of this chapter)