From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Old Mo climbed out of the rubble heap, clutching his broken ribs, blood trickling down his chin.

He looked down at his palms, which were covered in dust, his fingers trembling.

After more than seventy years of cultivation and the strength of a sixth-grade Qi cultivator, his ribs were broken by a good-for-nothing who was lying on the ground waiting to die just a few months ago.

"impossible."

Old Mo managed to squeeze out a few words, his voice hoarse and barely audible, "I am a sixth-grade Qi cultivator. How could you, a mere brat who has only just opened five acupoints, possibly harm me?"

Lu Yunzhou didn't answer, but stretched his right arm, which had just taken the blow.

The bones weren't broken, but my shoulder and elbow were numb, and I had used up 60-70% of my internal energy.

Old Mo raised his head, his face full of wrinkles, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Hand over the legacy you carry!"

He roared, and his aura exploded, sending rubble and dust flying everywhere.

His withered hands were spread out, his fingernails gleaming with a bluish-black luster under the moonlight, and each finger was wrapped in a visible vortex of qi.

Heartbreaker Claw.

Old Mo pounced forward, more than twice as fast as before.

With his left hand grabbing at Lu Yunzhou's face and his right hand cupping his chest from below, he attacked from both sides, blocking Lu Yunzhou's escape route.

Lu Yunzhou dodged the claw that struck his face by sidestepping, but he was caught off guard by the attack on his chest.

He raised his left arm to block, but Old Mo's five fingers tore open his sleeve, pierced through the fabric, and dug into the muscle of his left shoulder.

scoff!

The skin and flesh on his shoulder were ripped apart, and three bloody grooves extended from his shoulder to his upper arm. Blood spurted out and splattered onto the broken bricks at his feet.

Lu Yunzhou groaned, his left arm instantly losing strength and hanging limply at his side, blood dripping down his fingers.

Old Mo did not stop.

His eyes were completely bloodshot, and he let out a beastly growl as he unleashed a series of heart-crushing claws, one to the left and one to the right, aiming straight for Lu Yunzhou's vitals.

Lu Yunzhou gritted his teeth, took a half step back with his right foot, and dodged and counterattacked using only his right arm and legs.

Old Mo's claws brushed past his ear, bringing with them a gust of foul wind.

Another claw grazed his waist, tearing a hole in his clothes, and his ribs burned with pain.

Lu Yunzhou advanced instead of retreating.

He grabbed Old Mo's left wrist with his right hand, twisted his waist and hips, and pressed his back against Old Mo's chest.

He hooked his heel around the other person's calf, lowering his center of gravity.

The moment Mo Lao leaned forward, Lu Yunzhou locked his left arm with both hands and thrust his elbow in the opposite direction.

Click!

Old Mo's left arm was bent at an odd angle at the elbow.

Bone fragments pierced through the skin and flesh, revealing the white, brittle cross-section.

"what!"

Screams echoed throughout the ruins.

Old Mo struggled desperately, gathering his strength with his right hand to strike Lu Yunzhou on the back of the head.

Lu Yunzhou had anticipated this move; the moment he released his left arm, his right hand had already gripped Lu Yunzhou's right wrist.

Same action, same angle.

Click!

Second sound: bone fracture.

Old Mo's right arm is also useless.

Lu Yunzhou let go and took half a step back, then swept his left leg across, hitting Old Mo squarely in the back of the knee.

The old man's knees buckled, and he fell forward to kneel down.

Before he could even touch the ground, Lu Yunzhou stepped forward, stomped his right foot on his shinbone, and then stomped down hard with his left foot.

Click!

Two muffled thuds, and both legs broke off simultaneously.

Old Mo lay sprawled in the pile of broken bricks, his limbs outstretched in an abnormal position, his whole body convulsing uncontrollably, his screams turning into intermittent sobs.

Lu Yunzhou took two steps back, panting heavily.

The wound on his left shoulder was still bleeding, and the pain made his temples throb.

But he ignored it, only looking down at the twisted body on the ground.

"The second lesson taught by the military."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Joint techniques, specifically designed to deal with enemies who are bigger and stronger than you."

Old Mo's face was buried in the soil, and every bone in his body ached as if it were out of place.

He tried to lift his head several times, but the strength in his neck was only enough to turn his face to the side.

"Spare...spare my life..."

The sound was squeezed out from deep in his throat, mixed with blood and lime.

"I'm willing to be your dog! I'll be your slave, I'll do anything you ask!"

Lu Yunzhou squatted down and looked at Old Mo's face, which was covered in blood.

"To be a dog?"

"Yes! I'll be your dog!"

Old Mo knocked out one of his two front teeth, causing him to speak with a lisp, and he had to struggle to utter the words.

"I've amassed a considerable fortune over my lifetime, and it's all yours! Thirty million, all in cash, deposited in an overseas account. I'll tell you the password right now!"

Lu Yunzhou remained silent.

Thinking he had a chance, Old Mo quickly added, "And Chu Tiankuo! That bastard sent me to kill you, but I'll turn the tables and kill him for you!"

"I know how many sentries are around him. Let's sneak over at night and leave no one alive!"

"I'll avenge you for your feud with Chu Tiankuo!"

Lu Yunzhou stared at him for a few seconds, then stood up.

"Old Mo, how many years have you been a dog of the Chu family?"

Old Mo was stunned.

"Twenty years? Thirty years?"

Lu Yunzhou looked down at him, his tone flat, "The Chu family tells you who to bite, and they tell you to cripple someone. You've been a dog your whole life, and you think changing masters will make you clean?"

"Young friend..."

"That night I lay on the apartment floor, and you shattered all the meridians in my body with one palm."

Lu Yunzhou lowered his voice, enunciating each word carefully, "I was just one step away from dying. Do you know what that feels like?"

Old Mo's lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.

"I will take Chu Tiankuo's life myself."

Lu Yunzhou raised his right foot.

"You old dog, you'll be buried here tonight."

My foot landed.

Old Mo's throat was crushed into the mud by the sole of the shoe.

His body twitched twice, and his mouth opened and closed, making a hoarse sound.

Lu Yunzhou increased his strength.

With a muffled crack, his throat bone shattered.

Old Mo's eyes widened, his limbs twitched a couple of times, and then he fell completely still.

The open space fell silent.

Lu Yunzhou took a few steps back, sat down against the broken wall, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes.

The Creation Technique operates automatically, and the remaining true energy begins to repair the minute cracks in the meridians.

His breathing, sometimes long and sometimes short, gradually returned to normal.

Something inside me is stirring.

My lower abdomen felt sore and swollen, and an unprecedented force surged within me, rushing toward the seventh orifice.

Just one step away.

It was just one step away from victory.

Lu Yunzhou opened his eyes, but did not force a breakthrough.

The technique only has the first three levels; rushing into it is tantamount to courting death.

He leaned against the wall to stand up, walked to Old Mo's body, and squatted down to search through it.

He pulled a yellowed booklet out of the inner pocket of his coat.

The cover was brittle, with the corners curled up, and five characters were written in tiny, fine characters.

The Turtle Breathing Method.

Lu Yunzhou turned a couple of pages, his eyes lighting up.

This is a set of auxiliary exercises for regulating breathing and nourishing qi, specifically used for recovery and breath control after practice.

This is exactly what's needed for his current situation.

He put the booklet in his pocket, searched again, but found nothing else.

Surrounded by deserted land, Lu Yunzhou casually dug a pit to dispose of Old Mo's body before driving back.