After the college entrance examination, my identity as a Mahayana Immortal Venerable could no longer

Jiangzhou. Panlong Mountain Villa.

Suddenly, the solid wood floor in the lobby on the first floor creaked under the strain.

Lin Zhen, holding the rusty iron sword, was about to go to the kitchen to pour a glass of water when, without warning, a white sweat broke out on the floor tiles beneath his feet.

It's not an adjective. It's really frosted over.

The fine ice crystals crawled out from the cracks in the floor, but before they could reach Lin Zhen's feet, a wave of scorching heat, like an oven, surged up from deep underground. The ice crystals instantly vaporized, filling the entire first-floor lobby with a white mist.

Lin Zhen instinctively took two steps back, his back slamming against the load-bearing wall.

He looked down at his feet.

A strange, eerie rhythm was emanating from the basement. It was like a giant heart beating beneath the concrete floor, each contraction carrying a chilling, deathly aura that even this field agent could detect.

"This smells strange."

Lin Zhen gripped the iron sword in his hand tightly.

He knew exactly who was lying in the basement. Mr. Lu's sister, the girl whose belly contained an entire spiritual energy nuclear reactor.

This sudden, chilling aura of death was definitely not emanating from the Extreme Flame Dragon Marrow or the Nine Yin Profound Vein. It carried a putrid smell that seemed to have traveled an immeasurable distance, as if someone thousands of kilometers away had forcibly implanted a virus into this villa through an internet connection.

Lin Zhen gritted his teeth and walked to the security door leading to the basement.

The red light shining through the crack in the door was dazzlingly bright.

He didn't dare open the door. Before Mr. Lu left, he had instructed that even if the sky were to fall, no one was allowed to step into the basement.

In the basement. On a bed made of millennia-old cold jade.

Lu Qingxue was still fast asleep. But on her flat stomach, the once well-behaved red mark was now writhing wildly like a red-hot iron.

Ye Qingcheng's remnant soul was awakened by the scalding.

She had only half a soul left, barely clinging to her last breath of consciousness with the life force of the Extreme Flame Dragon Marrow. At this moment, she could clearly feel a greedy gaze from beyond the realm, forcibly locking onto Lu Qingxue's dantian, following some kind of unseen bloodline connection.

This force wants to use this body, which is full of pure spiritual energy, as its new coordinate for arrival.

"Get out."

Ye Qingcheng's remnant soul let out a silent roar.

Without the slightest hesitation, she directly manipulated the wisp of spiritual energy she had just accumulated and charged towards the deathly aura from beyond the realm.

She's Lu Yuan's dog now. Even if she's a dying dog, she still has to guard this door for her master.

A crimson light exploded on Lu Qingxue's belly. The two forces clashed fiercely at the microscopic level. In the end, the death energy that had crossed realms was too far away and lacked the strength to continue. It was forcibly forced back by Ye Qingcheng's remnant soul and shrank back into the depths of the void.

The red mark faded again.

The capital city, thousands of miles away.

The ancestral home of the Ye family.

This is a cluster of ancient courtyard houses located within the Second Ring Road of Beijing. It covers a large area and offers a quiet retreat amidst the bustling city.

In the deepest part of the courtyard house, in the underground incense hall, the air was filled with an intense, almost overwhelming, stench of blood.

In the very center of the incense hall stood a massive, blood-red array plate, over five meters in diameter. Thick, black blood flowed from the grooves within the plate. Above the plate, a broken piece of ancient jade floated.

That piece of jade was a keepsake from Lu Yuan's mother, the Spirit Gathering Jade.

Ye Qingcang, the current head of the Ye family, was sitting on a grand chair at the edge of the array plate, wearing a traditional Chinese jacket and with his eyes closed.

His breathing was long and even. With each exhale, two visible white streams of air shot out from his nostrils. These streams swirled in the air, carrying a subtle, sharp quality, like metal clashing against stone.

"The Divine Realm...this is the power of the Divine Realm."

Ye Qingcang suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised his right hand and made a fist in the air with his five fingers.

A bronze incense burner ten meters away was instantly crushed into a lump of scrap metal by an invisible force.

For over a hundred years. Ever since that old codger from the Zhao family crossed the threshold to the Divine Realm, no one in the capital's martial arts world has been able to touch that threshold. But Ye Qingcang, relying on the foundation accumulated by the Ye family over generations, plus the feedback from this mysterious underground formation, has finally broken through this barrier today.

"Congratulations, Patriarch Ye."

A hoarse voice came from the shadows in the corner of the incense hall.

A figure shrouded in a wide black robe slowly emerged. His entire body was covered, not a single inch of flesh was visible, and even his face was adorned with a bronze mask engraved with demonic patterns.

Outer sect steward of the Yin Ghost Sect.

That demonic cultivator who kept powerful and wealthy people in the capital as his prey.

"This is all thanks to the formation bestowed by the immortal."

Ye Qingcang stood up from the armchair and cupped his hands in greeting to the man in black. But his back was very straight, and the awe in his eyes was gone.

He has now reached the Divine Realm. On this Earth where heaven and earth are completely disconnected, the Divine Realm is the ceiling.

The black-robed man narrowed his eyes beneath his mask, taking in Ye Qingcang's entire demeanor.

He sneered inwardly.

A pseudo-Foundation Establishment cultivator who reached this level by absorbing inferior death energy, a mere mortal who can't even distinguish between spiritual energy and malevolent energy, actually thinks he's someone important. Once the Spirit Gathering Jade drains the lifeblood of tens of thousands of people in the capital, the first one to be bled dry will be this reckless Ye family head.

Just then.

A slight tremor suddenly came from the ground above.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding red light pierced through the soil and bricks that were more than ten meters thick, and crashed straight into the blood-red array plate in the center of the incense hall.

The black blood in the array plate instantly boiled.

The Spirit Gathering Jade, suspended in mid-air, emitted a mournful buzzing sound, greedily absorbing the information and energy carried by the red light.

"What happened?"

Ye Qingcang frowned.

"The cross-border anchor point on the martial arts stage has been destroyed."

The man in black robes walked to the array plate, stretched out a pale, bloodless hand, and pressed it against the edge of the array plate.

"Just now, the sect leader's avatar tried to forcibly lock onto that sister named Lu Yuan through bloodline sensing. But it was severed by a reverse force. Everyone on the martial arts stage is dead."

Ye Qingcang was stunned for a moment.

"Wang Hai brought thirty internal energy martial artists, plus twelve mutated monsters from the Shield Consortium. He also set up a Heavenly Thunder Formation. Are they all dead?"

"They're all dead."

The man in black robes withdrew his hand.

"That guy named Lu Yuan is quite something. Although he has lost his cultivation essence, his physical strength is beyond reason. He is currently heading towards the Ye family's ancestral land."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingcang suddenly laughed.

He walked with his hands behind his back to the weapon rack in the incense hall and drew out a long sword forged from refined steel.

"Without true essence, he's just a brute who knows how to throw wild punches. Those good-for-nothings from the Wang family can't even stop a cripple; they've utterly disgraced the powerful families of the capital."

Ye Qingcang flicked the blade with his finger.

The crisp sound of a knife echoed in the basement.

"If he dares to come, I'll use his blood to sacrifice for my newly broken through Divine Realm Qi."

The man in black didn't speak. He simply retreated silently into the shadows.

He couldn't wait for Lu Yuan to come knocking on his door.

Regardless of who wins or loses, as long as someone dies, the formation can absorb their life force. Once Ye Qingcang is beaten half to death by that brute, he can then drain the life force of both of them, and his Blood Devouring Soul Transformation Technique will be fully perfected.

......

The Second Ring Road of Beijing.

This tree-lined avenue, which is usually only accessible to vehicles with top privileges, was unusually quiet today.

All the shops on both sides of the street were closed. The traffic lights at the intersection were also uniformly set to a silent red.

Lu Yuan walked in the middle of the road.

He walked very slowly. Not because he was tired, but because his Mahayana-stage physical body, now without the support of true essence, was far too heavy under normal gravity.

With each step he took, the soles of his shoes would leave a clear footprint three centimeters deep on the hard asphalt.

There is a crossroads ahead.

Hidden within the buildings on both sides of the intersection are the outer perimeter stakes planted by the Ye family.

Lu Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He didn't turn his head, but instead focused his gaze on a fire hydrant by the roadside.

On the rooftop of a three-story building forty meters to his left, a member of the Ye family, who was lying behind a water tank, was staring intently at Lu Yuan's temple through a high-powered scope.

This is a modified large-caliber heavy sniper rifle. All the bullets used are specially made and infused with armor-piercing tungsten steel.

The worshipper held his breath, his finger on the trigger.

"He stopped... 45 meters away, wind speed..."

Offer it in your heart and silently pray for it.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger...

He aimed at the young man in black in the mirror, then suddenly bent down and picked up a small pebble the size of a fingernail from the ground.

He didn't even look up at the roof.

He simply picked up the pebble and held it between his index finger and thumb.

With a flick of a finger.

boom!

It wasn't the sound of a pebble flying out, but rather the sonic boom created by the instantaneous piercing of the air!

The pebble, the size of a fingernail, with the help of pure physical kinetic energy, saw its initial velocity soar to Mach 5.

The pebble created a blinding white trail of smoke as it rubbed against the air, instantly covering a distance of forty meters.

boom!

The water tank on the roof of the three-story building exploded.

The pebble pierced through the water tank, through the level-three bulletproof vest worn by the deity, and finally pierced precisely between the deity's eyebrows, exiting from the back of his head with a puff of blood mist, before smashing through the parapet behind him.

Before the offering could even let out a scream, he was sent flying by the enormous kinetic energy, and most of his head disappeared.

The area around the intersection fell into a deathly silence.

The dozen or so Ye family spies hidden in other corners felt a spasm in their stomachs as they watched the headless corpse fall from the rooftop.

Can you use your finger to flick pebbles and blow up a heavy sniper rifle?

Is this even within the realm of human physics?!

"Fire! Open fire!"

The squad leader, hiding behind an armored SUV on a street corner, shouted at the top of his lungs.

Da da da da!

A dense crossfire instantly covered the intersection. Dozens of automatic rifles opened fire simultaneously, bullets raining down on Lu Yuan, who stood in the middle of the road.

Lu Yuan didn't even try to dodge.

He put his hands in his pockets, letting the bullets pelt his jacket.

The pure sound of hammering.

The bullets were crushed into flat discs the moment they touched his skin, clattering to the ground.

"It's noisy."

Lu Yuan raised his right foot.

He aimed at the red fire hydrant on the roadside and kicked it.

The cast iron fire hydrant, weighing several hundred kilograms, was uprooted from the ground by the power of the Mahayana stage. A high-pressure water jet shot into the sky.

The fire hydrant swept across the entire street corner like a cannonball, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound.

boom!

The bulletproof SUV that was blocking the hidden stakes was struck in the middle by a fire hydrant. The entire vehicle was smashed in two, and the gunmen hiding behind it were instantly crushed into a bloody pulp.

The remaining people completely broke down.

This is impossible to fight. The other side didn't even have to lift a finger; they cleared them out just by picking up the trash on the ground.

The gunmen threw down their weapons and ran away.

Lu Yuan did not chase after him.

He continued walking deeper into the street, stepping over the spent cartridge cases and puddles.

Ten minutes later.

Lu Yuan stopped in front of the gate of an impressive courtyard house.

The vermilion gate is three meters high. Fist-sized copper nails are embedded in the gate. Two white marble lions, each over two meters tall and weighing more than ten tons, squat at the entrance.

Above the gate hangs a plaque with black background and gold lettering: Ye Mansion.

The door was closed tightly.

There was no sound from behind the door. But Lu Yuan's keen hearing could clearly detect the hundreds of suppressed breaths coming from the courtyard behind the door.

Lu Yuan walked up to the stone lion on the left.

He stretched out his right hand and gripped the edge of the stone lion's base.

Use all five fingers to exert force.

The high-strength white marble became as brittle as tofu in the face of absolute force, and five deep pits were directly carved out.

"Open the door."

Lu Yuan said it casually.

He swung the heavy white marble lion, weighing over ten tons, with one arm, as if it were a basketball, and smashed it hard against the vermilion gate.

Boom!

The deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The solid wood gate, weighing several thousand kilograms and inlaid with copper, along with the brick and stone door frame on both sides, was smashed to pieces by the stone lions.

Wood chips and broken bricks flew into the courtyard like shotgun pellets, instantly smashing the bones and tendons of more than a dozen Ye family internal energy martial artists who were blocking the door, and their screams filled the air.

Smoke and dust billowed.

Lu Yuan stepped over the ruins and entered the first courtyard of the Ye family's ancestral home.

The courtyard was packed with people.

There were over three hundred strong men, each armed with a cold weapon. These were elite assassins trained by the Ye family at great expense, many of whom were masters at the peak of internal energy cultivation.

But in Lu Yuan's eyes, these people were no different from the weeds by the roadside.

The crowd automatically parted to both sides.

A middle-aged man wearing a traditional Chinese jacket walked out, surrounded by a group of worshippers, with his hands behind his back.

Ye Qingcang.

He looked at the wailing Ye family members scattered on the ground, then at the gate smashed to pieces. His facial muscles twitched slightly.

"Lu Yuan".

Ye Qingcang's voice carried an air of superior authority.

"You've got some nerve. You destroyed the martial arts arena, killed Wang Hai, and now you dare to come to my Ye family's ancestral land alone to die? Do you think you can run rampant in the capital just because you have brute strength?"

Ye Qingcang took a step forward.

boom!

An extremely violent burst of energy erupted from his body. The bluestone slab beneath his feet was shaken open, cracking in a spiderweb pattern.

The oppressive aura beyond the realm of perfection, the divine realm.

The surrounding Ye family assassins were forced to retreat repeatedly by this aura, their faces showing fanaticism.

"Did you see that?"

Ye Qingcang opened his arms, feeling the surging power within his body.

"This is the Divine Realm! The highest combat power on Earth after the severance of the connection between Heaven and Earth! Your so-called Immortal Venerable tricks are utterly worthless in the face of absolute realm suppression."

Ye Qingcang stared at Lu Yuan, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"I heard your sister is dying. If you kneel down now and cripple your arms, I will not only spare your life but also mercifully send someone to Jiangzhou to collect your sister's body."

Lu Yuan stood still, quietly watching Ye Qingcang's performance.

He wasn't angry.

Elephants don't get angry because of ants' provocations.

He just found it a little funny.

"Divine Realm".

Lu Yuan reached into his pocket and pulled out a round object wrapped in rags.

"That's what Wang Hai boasted to me before he died."

Lu Yuan casually tossed the cloth bag at Ye Qingcang's feet.

The cloth bundle was opened.

A head with completely distorted features and a broken cervical vertebra rolled out and stopped right in front of Ye Qingcang's cloth shoes.

It was Wang Hai.

The entire room fell silent. The Ye family members all held their breath for a moment.

The second master of the Wang family, a powerful figure in the capital, was thrown on the ground like trash.

Ye Qingcang's eye twitched violently. But he quickly regained his composure.

"Just killing a piece of trash. Wang Hai hasn't even practiced internal energy, so what's so surprising about him being crushed to death by you at close range?"

Ye Qingcang snorted coldly.

"You don't have a single trace of true energy fluctuation on you right now. What do you have to fight me, a true god-level expert?"

"Fight you?"

Lu Yuan shook his head.

He looked up at the main hall behind Ye Qingcang. His gaze seemed to pierce through the earth, locking onto the blood-red array plate in the underground incense hall.

"Your Ye family dug a hole underground, poured in some black dog blood, and used that stuff as an anchor point for crossing boundaries."

As soon as Lu Yuan finished speaking, Ye Qingcang's expression finally changed.

That's the Ye family's most closely guarded secret. How did this kid know that?!

"What do you know!" Ye Qingcang shouted instinctively.

"I don't understand."

Lu Yuan took a step forward.

The power of the Mahayana stage flowed into the earth through the toes.

The ground of the entire courtyard suddenly sank half an inch. A dull cracking sound came from deep underground.

"But I know that if you use cross-border anchor points like routers, the signal will be subject to physical interference."

Lu Yuan looked at Ye Qingcang.

"And another thing. You think you're absorbing the earth's spiritual energy, but actually you're absorbing the pig feed that cripple down there deliberately leaked out for you."

Lu Yuan pointed to Ye Qingcang's feet.

"He's keeping you like a blood donor. You actually think you've become a god?"

Inside the underground incense hall.

The black-robed demonic cultivator standing at the edge of the crimson array suddenly widened his eyes behind his mask.

How did he know the secret of the Blood Devouring Soul Transformation Technique?

This kid isn't some cripple who's lost his true energy at all!

Without the slightest hesitation, the demonic cultivator ripped off his bronze mask. He had to forcefully activate the formation before Lu Yuan could act, draining the three hundred-plus Ye family members, along with Ye Qingcang, dry!

yard.

Ye Qingcang hadn't yet grasped the meaning behind Lu Yuan's words.

The bluestone slab beneath his feet suddenly shattered.

Dozens of thick, blood-red tentacles, reeking of a nauseating stench, burst from the ground and swiftly wrapped around the necks of the Ye family assassins in the courtyard.

The screams instantly pierced the sky.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen living people were turned into dried corpses.

Ye Qingcang stared blankly at the blood-red tentacles wrapping around his ankle, his mind going blank.

That immortal... is sucking their blood?

"look."

Lu Yuan put his hands back into his pockets.

"What did I say? Physical disinfection, start immediately."