I'm in the world of cultivation, and I get a system for becoming a wealthy urban tycoon?

A strong gust of wind blew, and the blood mist dissipated.

Lu Yang looked down at the obsidian sword in his hand, then at the deep sword mark several feet deep on the ground in front of him. The nearby grass and leaves were crushed by the remaining metal spiritual energy and scattered in the wind.

He raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

It was more powerful than I had imagined.

But on second thought, it makes sense.

With maxed-out Heavy Sword Technique and Heavy Sword Arts stacked together, the various enhancements are already very high. Moreover, his Obsidian Sword and Golden Sword Mark Waistband are both top-grade magical artifacts that can increase sword and metal magic.

In addition, the "Breath of Geng Metal" mid-grade luck attribute can also enhance the power of metal-based spells.

With all these conditions combined, even if his cultivation level is only at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, a casual sword strike from him would be too much for most peak Qi Refining cultivators to withstand.

Is this probably the difference between the mob template and the boss template?

The air fell silent for a moment.

It was as if everyone had been choked at the same time.

The rustling sound of the wind blowing across the grassland suddenly became exceptionally clear, and you could even hear the sound of a bird flapping its wings in the distance.

Then, the other cultivators who originally intended to activate their magic weapons or condense spells turned around and ran without hesitation.

"Run!!"

"Damn it, Li Yao, you deserve to die! Is this the kind of useless mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator you were talking about?!"

"Li Yao, I'll fuck your mother!!"

Their curses were filled with rage and fear, their bodies radiating an unbridled brilliance, as if they wished their parents had two more legs.

Lu Yang glanced indifferently at the figures scattering and fleeing, his expression unchanged.

He calmed the spiritual energy shock caused by the previous sword strike, and then swung the Obsidian Sword again.

A pale golden sword light swept across, like an elongated golden fan.

The cultivators who had only run a dozen meters or so didn't even have time to scream before they turned into a bloody mist, their magical artifacts clattering to the ground.

There were two other cultivators on the other side. Lu Yang paused for a moment to allow the spiritual energy in his meridians to return to normal, and then slowly swung his third sword.

As the sword light flashed, two cultivators dozens of meters away instantly turned into a bloody mist.

Lu Yang exhaled a breath of stale air and turned to look at Li Yao, who was slumped on the ground.

Li Yao's face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Lu Yang, and he was trembling all over.

Li Yao's legs went weak the moment Lu Yang swung his sword for the first time.

He tried to run, but his legs felt like they had been deboned, and he couldn't even crawl.

When Lu Yang's indifferent gaze turned and landed on him, Li Yao shuddered violently, and then a warm liquid flowed down his trouser leg, leaving a dark wet stain on the grass.

He was so scared he peed his pants.

Just then, he remembered something and screamed, "Old Yang! Help me!!"

His voice was high-pitched and thin, like a chicken whose neck had been stepped on.

The air was very quiet.

The wind kept blowing, the grass kept swaying, and nothing happened.

The so-called "Old Yang" never even showed up.

Li Yao felt a chill in his heart, and his lips trembled violently.

He screamed again, "Old Yang! Old Yang!!"

Still no response.

His voice began to tremble, tinged with a desperate sob: "Damn it! You old bastard, if you don't come out now, I'll kill your whole family!"

"Heh..." Lu Yang chuckled softly.

He looked down at Li Yao, who was sprawled on the ground, his eyes full of mockery.

"Is the Old Yang you're talking about him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red flame suddenly ignited in the air.

The flames flickered, and then a figure was tossed out like trash, landing with a thud on the grass and rolling twice before coming to a stop.

It was an old man with gray hair who had no hands or feet.

His limbs disappeared from his shoulders and thighs, the wounds melting instantly as if burned by some kind of extremely hot flame, with hardly any blood flowing.

His face was deathly pale, his expression filled with fear, but even though he was trembling all over from the pain, he bit his lip tightly and didn't dare to utter a single groan.

The moment Li Yao saw Old Yang's appearance, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

He opened his mouth, and a strange sound came out of his throat that he himself didn't understand, sounding like both laughter and crying.

Then, in a state of utter disbelief, he cried out, "Old Yang?! How is this possible?! How could this be?!"

Elder Yang was a protector specially arranged for him by his family, and he had the cultivation level of the late Foundation Establishment stage!

How could someone have broken my hands and feet so quietly?

There wasn't even a fluctuation of spiritual energy on him, clearly indicating that his very foundation had been destroyed.

He suddenly raised his head and stared wide-eyed at Lu Yang's ambiguous smile.

A terrifying thought exploded in his mind, sending chills down his spine.

"It was...it was your protector?! Your protector did this?! Lu Yang, you actually have a protector?!"

Lu Yang chuckled softly: "Surprised?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground beside him suddenly twisted strangely, and then a figure emerged silently, like clay growing out of the soil. Wang San stood expressionless to Lu Yang's left.

At the same time, a golden flame suddenly ignited on the other side, and Wang Da slowly walked out of the flame and stood to Lu Yang's right.

The two men had indifferent expressions, their gazes fixed on Li Yao, their eyes devoid of any warmth.

Li Yao's expression slowly twisted as he watched the two men enter.

It's not the distortion of anger, but the distortion of a complete collapse of one's mental defenses.

His lips twitched, and tears welled up in his eyes, yet he seemed to want to laugh as well.

His face looked like he was both crying and laughing, but it was even uglier than crying. He seemed to have lost his mind from fright.

"...The Dao, the power of the elemental laws...you are Golden Core cultivators?!"

A Golden Core cultivator?!

Li Yao suddenly remembered what Li Feng had told him before.

"When that girl from the Qin family introduced our Li family as a Golden Core clan, did you notice Lu Yang's expression? His face didn't change at all from beginning to end. He really didn't care. This shows that in his opinion, a Golden Core clan doesn't pose any threat to him. He has at least a power on par with the Li family behind him."

At the time, Li Yao thought Li Feng was being overly pessimistic.

Now he lay sprawled on the ground, the cold wind blowing through his soaked trousers, and these words jumped out from the depths of his memory, as clear as if Li Feng were standing right next to him.

Li Feng is right.

Hehehe...

Lu Yang's protectors were actually two Golden Core cultivators!

two!!

Just how prestigious is his status?!

But... how is that possible?!

He had clearly had someone investigate and found that Lu Yang came from a small family surnamed Lu in the Yue Kingdom, and there wasn't even a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator in the family!

If he hadn't investigated, he wouldn't have ambushed Lu Yang here!

Could it be... that identity was fake?

That's right... For someone with this kind of background, it's perfectly normal to acquire a fake identity when experiencing trials in the mortal world.

Li Yao is now filled with regret.

We should have listened to Li Feng!

He looked up at Lu Yang, his eyes pleading, and struggled to kneel down, kowtowing repeatedly to Lu Yang, each thud echoing through the ground: "Young Master Lu! Grandpa Lu! Please, have mercy on me! I was blinded by greed! I'm willing to be your lackey! I'll do whatever you say!"

Lu Yang stared indifferently at Li Yao's pleas for mercy.

After a moment, he spoke: "Does the Li family know what you've done?"

Li Yao shuddered violently, froze on the spot, and his face lost all color at a visible speed.

His pupils seemed to lose focus for a moment, then tears and snot streamed down his face as he shouted hoarsely, "Young Master Lu! I did all of this by myself! The Li family knew nothing! Even Li Feng didn't know! Li Feng kept trying to persuade me! I was stupid, I was unwilling to accept it! It's all my fault! I did it all by myself!"

Lu Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Li Yao, who seemed to be going crazy, with some surprise.

He thought Li Yao would use the Li family name to pressure him, hoping to get a chance to save his life.

As a result, when this young master of the Li family knew he was going to die, he did not choose to involve his family.

It seems he has realized that he has designs on the Li family.

interesting……

This ruthless and arrogant young man actually has some genuine affection for his family.

Lu Yang said softly, "If the Li family doesn't come looking for trouble, I won't bother with them."

Upon hearing this, Li Yao felt as if a drowning person had suddenly grabbed a piece of driftwood.

He stopped kowtowing, raised his head, and his face was a mixture of tears and snot, a self-deprecating smile that was even more hideous than crying: "...There aren't many people in the Li family as stupid as me. Don't worry, Young Master Lu, they won't."

Lu Yang looked at him for a moment and shook his head: "I was originally planning to treat you the way you just mentioned... but your performance at the end was not bad."

He paused, then said calmly, "Wang Da."

Wang Dawei, who had been standing silently on the right, nodded slightly.

There was no movement, nor any incantation.

Li Yao and Elder Yang were instantly engulfed by the golden flames.

Li Yao and Elder Yang's bodies were engulfed by the suddenly appearing golden flames and instantly turned into ashes.

When the flames died down, the ashes were blown away by the wind and scattered among the grass blades of the grassland, never to be found again.

Golden Core stage cultivators have begun to comprehend the Great Dao they cultivate, and the profoundness of their methods is far beyond the comprehension of ordinary cultivators.

After doing all this, Wang Da suddenly raised his head slightly and glanced at the sky.

Lu Yang raised an eyebrow and looked up in the direction of Wang Da's gaze.

The sky was very blue, and the clouds were very thick.

Then two sword lights emerged from the clouds, one after the other, like two silvery-white fish.

The sword light descended from the sky, landing not far from them, and after it dissipated, two figures were revealed.

Ahead stood a young girl, dressed in a snow-white dress, with a beautiful and aloof face, her eyes carrying a hint of detachment from worldly affairs, like a snow lotus blooming on an icy cliff.

Behind him was an elderly man with long gray hair, a cold expression, wearing a black robe, and carrying a long sword that was not yet drawn.

Lu Yang was a little surprised to see the two of them.

Mu Yunxue, and her protector.

After scanning the sword marks on the ground, the gray-haired old man's gaze locked onto Wang Da and Wang San, a deep sense of solemnity and apprehension flashing in the depths of his pupils.

He paused for a moment, then slightly cupped his hands and performed a traditional Chinese greeting to Wang Da and Wang San, a gesture of respect between peers.

"Greetings, fellow Daoists."

Then he turned to look at Lu Yang, his eyes filled with curiosity.

He looked Lu Yang up and down before slowly speaking, his tone filled with undisguised amazement: "I never imagined that my Golden Rainbow Sword Sect would have such a talented young master hidden within its ranks."