Killing Monks

The father and son stood facing each other, three zhang apart, each holding a knife.

The same posture, the same gaze, the same resolute determination.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The red silk in the courtyard stood still, dust hung in the air, and even the faint chirping of birds in the distance ceased abruptly.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the two figures.

The next moment, the two figures moved simultaneously!

Without a running start or any preparation, the two simply pushed off with their feet, and the bluestone slabs on the ground shattered with a deafening roar!

Two streaks of light, one black and one white, crossed each other in mid-air, like two shooting stars flying in reverse.

The black blade moved like an angry dragon overturning a river; wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart with a piercing shriek.

The silver blade pierced the sun like a white rainbow, its light cold yet carrying a resolute determination to destroy everything in its path.

"laugh--!"

The sound of the blade cutting into flesh was so faint it was almost inaudible.

The two figures passed each other, each taking three steps forward before stopping simultaneously.

Standing back to back.

Time began to flow again.

A breeze rises, and the red silk flutters.

With a "rip," Lu Fei's robe tore open, revealing a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain that ran diagonally from his right shoulder to his left rib. The flesh was turned inside out, and blood gushed out instantly, staining a large area of ​​his robe red.

"Grass!"

Guangyuan couldn't help but swear and suddenly stood up.

But then, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly fell back down, because Lu Fei swayed but did not fall down.

He used the tip of the black knife to brace himself against the ground.

The blade pierced the stone three inches deep, producing a harsh scraping sound.

He leaned on his knife and slowly turned his head.

His father, Lu Chengyu, stood still, his back ramrod straight.

He looked down at his chest.

There were no wounds there, and the robes were intact.

But the next moment, his clothes suddenly tore silently open, and a thin line of blood slowly appeared, extending from his heart to his abdomen.

Fresh blood then began to seep out.

At first it was just a thin line, but then it gushed out like a spring, quickly staining the robes red.

Lu Chengyu opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a mouthful of bloody foam came out.

He didn't say anything, but just glanced back at Lu Fei.

Then, he collapsed to the ground.

His body slammed onto the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

There was no more sound.

Lu Chengyu is dead.

Lu Fei won.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Everyone was still reeling from that lightning-fast strike and hadn't quite recovered.

Only one person realized what was happening.

"My benefactor!" the white-haired witch exclaimed, trying to approach Lu Chengyu's corpse, but was stopped by Lu Daobei.

A murderous glint flashed in her eyes, and the sword in her hand carried a chilling aura, but it was easily suppressed by Lu Daobei.

It was only then that she realized that the Lu family's steward possessed unfathomable cultivation.

At the same time, doubts and confusion arose in her mind.

At this moment, Lu Chengming took the lead in kneeling on one knee in front of Lu Chengyu's corpse.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Daobei also walked to Lu Chengyu's body, took a deep look, then turned around, faced Lu Fei, and knelt on one knee.

Dozens of Lu family members around, regardless of age or kinship, knelt down in unison.

The sounds of scabbards hitting the ground and armor rubbing against each other rose and fell.

Then came the unified shouts that echoed throughout the courtyard:

"Respectfully seeing off the former patriarch—"

"Welcome to the new head of the family!"

The sound was like a tide, echoing endlessly in the Lu family compound.

Lu Fei, leaning on his black knife, stood in the pool of blood, listening to the thunderous clamor of kneeling worship, looking at the Lu family members kneeling on the ground, but his eyes were empty.

He won.

He killed his father, seized the knife, and became the new head of the Lu family.

At this moment, Lu Chengming stood up, cupped his hands in greeting to the still-shocked guests in the courtyard, and spoke in a low but clear voice:

"The ceremony is now complete. Thank you all for coming to witness this event. The Lu family has not been hospitable enough; please forgive us."

This is an order to leave!

The guests looked at each other, some puzzled, some understanding, and some nodding before turning to leave.

Zhan Jianjun of the Sea Catcher Bureau exchanged a glance with Hai Yantian, then quietly retreated without saying a word.

The white-haired witch, Bu Xielao, glanced at Lu Daobei, who was kneeling on the ground, then looked at Lu Fei. Finally, she looked deeply at Lu Chengyu's corpse and left in silence.

Before long, the guests in the courtyard gradually dispersed, leaving only a few people.

The disheveled old Taoist priest slowly strolled to Lu Chengyu's corpse, looked down at it for a moment, sighed, and muttered something under his breath.

Guangyuan and Chu Kuangjun stood still.

And those two strange men, one fat and one thin, were hiding behind a pillar in the corner of the courtyard, their eyes still fixed on Chu Kuangjun, hesitant and uncertain.

The skinny man tugged at the fat man's sleeve and whispered a few words before the two of them left, looking back every few steps.

Just then, Guangyuan suddenly saw Lu Chengming walk to Tang Shuangshuang's cold body, squat down, take out a small jade bottle from his bosom, pour out a crimson pill, pry open her mouth, and gently put it in.

"What are you doing?!" Guangyuan blurted out.

Hearing the sound, Lu Fei turned around and shouted, "Third Uncle, what are you doing?!"

Lu Chengming didn't answer, but instead reached out to check Tang Shuangshuang's pulse, then listened to her heart before slowly saying:

"She's still alive."

"What?" Lu Fei was shocked, almost thinking he had misheard.

"She's still alive," Lu Chengming repeated. "It's true that 'Heartbreak Powder' is fatal upon ingestion, but what she just took wasn't the real Heartbreak Powder."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped Tang Shuang on the back of the chest!

The true energy in her palms flowed gently and continuously, like a spring breeze and rain, permeating her limbs and bones.

The crimson pill dissolved upon contact with true qi, its medicinal power flowing through the meridians and directly reaching the heart.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Tang Shuangshuang's body trembled violently, and she choked on a mouthful of black blood.

Then, her chest began to rise and fall slightly.

A faint trace of color gradually appeared on his pale face.

Lu Fei stood frozen in place, forgetting even to breathe.

He watched as Tang Shuangshuang's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes were initially blank and lifeless, but after a moment they gradually focused.

She saw Lu Fei, covered in blood and standing motionless. Her lips moved, and her voice was as soft as a dream:

"Lu Lang... are you dead too?"

Lu Fei's Adam's apple bobbed; he wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

He suddenly lunged forward, knelt on one knee, and pulled Tang Shuangshuang into a tight embrace.

He tightened his arms around her, so tightly he almost wanted to knead her into his bones. The wound on his shoulder reopened, and blood gushed out, but he was completely unaware.

Tang Shuangshuang was struggling to breathe from his grip, but she didn't struggle. She leaned against his shoulder, feeling his real body temperature, his rapid heartbeat, and... hot tears.

One drop, two drops.

It landed on her neck, burning her skin.

So it turns out that dead people... don't shed tears.

She slowly raised her hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally gently hugged him back.

Her red makeup was still on, but her wedding robes were stained with blood.

Guangyuan isn't stupid.

He knew perfectly well that this father-son feud was rife with ulterior motives, and he asked Lu Chengming, "Did you... already know that I was Lu Fei's friend?"

Lu Chengming turned around, looked at Guangyuan, and said, "Not bad."