From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

The fragrance in the car hadn't dissipated when Lu Yunzhou's phone vibrated twice.

WeChat voice message.

He swiped the screen and saw that the sender was Ye Churan.

When the play button was pressed, Ye Churan's voice did not come through the receiver.

"Kid, I'll be waiting for you at the abandoned brick kiln on the outskirts of the city."

It was gloomy, chilling, and carried an undisguised malice.

Lu Yunzhou's fingers tightened.

"If you come alone, don't try anything funny."

The voice message consisted of only two short sentences, and before it ended, the sound of wind and rolling sand could be faintly heard.

Lu Yunzhou immediately called Ye Churan back via WeChat voice message.

It rang three times, but no one answered.

He then dialed the mobile number directly, and the prompt mechanically repeated, "The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable."

My heart tightened suddenly.

Without further hesitation, Lu Yunzhou stepped on the gas and sped out of the parking space.

The Rolls-Royce turned out of the hotel district in the night, speeding up to 120 km/h.

Mu Qingying was still standing behind the revolving door, watching the car disappear at the intersection, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt, the blush on her face not yet completely gone.

At this moment, Lu Yunzhou's mind was filled only with that cold voice.

He recognized him.

Old Mo.

That withered old man who crippled all his meridians with a single palm strike, almost killing him on the apartment floor.

The car sped out of the city, and the streetlights became increasingly sparse.

The outskirts of the city were sparsely populated, with weeds and dilapidated factory buildings on both sides.

The navigation system shows that the destination is still three kilometers away.

Lu Yunzhou released the accelerator, slowed down the car, and reached his right hand into the hidden compartment under the passenger seat, pulling out a black cloth bag.

Inside, there were more than a dozen silver needles, a roll of bandages, and several first-aid medicines.

He pulled out two of the thickest silver needles and held them between his fingers, then wrapped a bandage around his right wrist, tightening it and tying it in a knot.

The vital energy circulated slowly within the body, traveling along the meridians, and a surge of heat rose in the chest.

He took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

A faded sign stands at the intersection ahead, which reads "Xinglong Brick Kiln Site".

The car turned onto the dirt road, and the tires made a crunching sound as they rolled over the gravel.

At the end of the road was a row of dilapidated red brick houses, with large patches of plaster peeling off the walls and empty window frames.

Further inside, there was a half-collapsed chimney with blackened waste piled up next to it.

Lu Yunzhou turned off the engine and got out of the car.

The night wind was strong, rustling the weeds.

The surroundings were deathly silent; there were no insects chirping or human voices.

He walked to the open space in the center of the factory and stopped.

"Old man, where is he?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a soft laugh came from behind him.

"You arrived quickly."

Old Mo emerged from behind a broken wall, his hands behind his back, his hunched figure casting a long, thin shadow in the moonlight.

He stopped three meters away from Lu Yunzhou, took out a cell phone from his pocket, and casually tossed it over.

Lu Yunzhou caught it, and the screen lit up; it was Ye Churan's backup phone.

He glanced down and saw that the lock screen wallpaper was a picture of Teacher Xu.

"You kidnapped her?"

"tie?"

Old Mo scoffed, "I'm not that despicable."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Lu Yunzhou as if he were examining a valuable object.

"I just used her phone to lure you here; that woman is probably fast asleep right now."

Lu Yunzhou gripped his phone tightly, suppressing a burning anger in his throat.

"What do you want from me?"

Old Mo squinted his eyes.

"Last time at the apartment, I broke all your meridians with a single palm strike."

"Logically speaking, you should have been bedridden and useless by now."

He took two steps forward, his eyes growing increasingly sinister.

"But just a few days later, you not only could walk and run, but you could also defeat the security guards that Young Master Chu brought to the mall."

"I'm very curious, what secrets are you hiding?"

Lu Yunzhou put his phone in his pocket, looked up, and stared directly into Old Mo's eyes.

What do you want?

"Is your jade pendant broken?"

Old Mo's lips curled into a smile. "Before you shattered, you were a piece of trash who couldn't even touch a woman. After you shattered, however, you can exchange a few blows with this old man."

He licked his lips, his tone full of greed.

"Hand over what's inside the jade pendant, and I'll spare your life."

Lu Yunzhou sneered.

"If you could take it, you would have done it already."

Old Mo's smile vanished.

"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty cup."

Before he finished speaking, he moved his feet and shot forward like an arrow, instantly appearing in front of Lu Yunzhou.

With five fingers forming a claw, the fingertips wrapped in fierce qi, it aimed straight for Lu Yunzhou's throat.

Lu Yunzhou dodged to the side, then punched Mo Lao in the ribs with his right fist wrapped in true energy.

Old Mo raised his elbow to block, and the two forces collided, causing the airflow to explode and scattering the rubble on the ground.

Lu Yunzhou took half a step back, his arm going numb.

Old Mo remained unmoved, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"You little rascal, you actually managed to cultivate internal energy."

He licked his chapped lips, his gaze growing even more intense.

"It seems I wasn't wrong; what you received was not an ordinary inheritance."

"To recover from a cripple to this extent in just a few months, this must be an ancient Taoist technique!"

Lu Yunzhou didn't reply, but instead pushed off with his feet and charged forward.

As fists and feet clashed, the force of their blows scattered in all directions.

The two figures clashed on the open ground, each collision accompanied by a muffled thud.

Mo Lao's internal energy was solid and ruthless, each claw aimed at a vital point.

Lu Yunzhou relied on the true energy of the "Creation Technique" to withstand the attacks, and his free-fighting skills and the circulation of true energy gradually merged, making his movements increasingly fluid.

Old Mo's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Great! Excellent!"

He abruptly withdrew his hand, stepped back from the battle, and stood five meters away, his face full of excitement.

"I've lived for over seventy years, and this is the first time I've ever seen such a freak as you."

"Severed meridians can regenerate, and the cultivation technique can be practiced even faster than I did back then."

He wiped his mouth, his eyes filled with greed.

"Hand over the cultivation techniques within you, and I'll guarantee you a quick and painless death."

Lu Yunzhou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, panting heavily.

"Come and get it."

Old Mo's face darkened.

"court death!"

He raised both palms, and his aura surged dramatically, causing his robes to flutter even without wind.

The next second, he became a blur, his speed more than twice as fast as before.

Lu Yunzhou's pupils contracted, and he barely managed to raise his arms in defense.

boom!

A palm struck his chest, instantly dissipating his inner energy. He was sent flying backward, his back slamming against the broken wall.

The bricks crumbled, and half of the wall collapsed.

Lu Yunzhou felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Old Mo strolled over slowly, looking down at him.

"Boy, your little bit of internal energy is no match for me."

He bent down and reached out to grab Lu Yunzhou's crown.

"I will personally dig out the cultivation technique from your brain."

Lu Yunzhou suddenly opened his eyes, pulled his right hand out from the broken bricks, and thrust two silver needles at Old Mo's wrist.

Old Mo snorted coldly, and with a flick of his five fingers, his inner energy shattered the silver needle.

But in that instant, Lu Yunzhou's internal energy surged wildly, and all his meridians exerted their power simultaneously.

He pushed off the ground with both legs, twisted his waist and abdomen, and swept a whip kick toward Old Mo's ribs.

Old Mo had no time to stop and could only turn sideways to take the hit.

Click!

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.

Old Mo grunted and flew through the air, crashing into a pile of waste materials ten meters away.

He clutched his chest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, staring at Lu Yunzhou with shock in his eyes.

"What...what kind of fighting style is that?"

Lu Yunzhou stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"That's what the army taught me."