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

Chapter 100: The Countdown to Storming Yanjing

The rain gradually subsided, turning into a light drizzle.

The stench of blood in the lobby of Villa No. 1 was so strong it was almost unbearable.

Like a stray dog, Lu Changfeng clutched his crippled dantian and scrambled out of Yunding Manor. Lu Yuan didn't let anyone stop him; a cripple would bring more fear back to Yanjing than a corpse.

Jiang Huichun had already been helped to a perfectly good sofa by Lu Qingxue.

Lu Yuan walked over and placed his fingers on Jiang Huichun's radial artery pulse. The pulse was extremely weak, and three ribs were broken, one of which had pierced through a lung lobe. In a regular hospital, a critical condition notice would have been issued by now.

"Mr. Lu... I'm useless. I couldn't protect the old man and Miss Qingxue..."

Jiang Huichun coughed up a mouthful of bloody saliva, her face full of guilt.

"Shut up. Save your breath."

Without wasting words, Lu Yuan condensed a drop of pure wood-elemental spiritual liquid at his fingertips and placed it directly on Jiang Huichun's brow.

A surge of vitality instantly flowed into Jiang Huichun's limbs and bones.

Visibly, his sunken chest began to slowly swell, his broken bones quickly mended under the nourishment of spiritual energy, and even his pale face regained some color.

Jiang Huichun stared wide-eyed in shock.

To bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded!

This isn't medical skill at all; it's the work of a deity!

"Thank you so much, Mr. Lu, for saving my life!" Jiang Huichun struggled to kneel down, but Lu Yuan pressed her down.

"Go to the side room to regulate your breathing and dissolve the stagnant blood in your body."

Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at his uncle Lu Changhai, who was sitting on the other sofa.

Lu Qingxue was holding a damp towel and carefully wiping the bloodstains from Lu Changhai's body, her eyes red.

"Yuan'er...you've grown up."

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, and then at his nephew with his cold and stern demeanor, Lu Changhai gave a bitter smile on his aged face.

"If Changfeng knew that you possessed such extraordinary abilities, he could rest in peace even in the afterlife."

Lu Yuan sat down on the sofa opposite him and picked up the two brown cardboard boxes he had brought back from the Sky Observatory from the coffee table.

"Uncle, my dad isn't dead."

Lu Changhai's hand holding the towel trembled suddenly, and he abruptly raised his head, staring intently at Lu Yuan.

"What did you say?!"

"He was imprisoned in a water dungeon beneath the courtyard house of the Lu family in Yanjing, and kept alive as a key member of the formation."

Lu Yuan tore open the seal on the cardboard box, his tone as calm as if he were talking about something insignificant, but those who knew him well knew that this was when a Mahayana Immortal Venerable was most murderous.

"I searched the soul of that old man from the Celestial Surveillance Bureau and saw his memories."

Lu Changhai's eyes instantly reddened, and his withered hands gripped the sofa armrests tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

"Beasts... these beasts! The old master shouldn't have entrusted the Lu family to that old bastard back then!"

Lu Changhai gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face.

"Yuan'er, don't be impulsive. The Lu family of Yanjing has unfathomable power. Behind them stands not only the martial arts world, but also the Bureau of Astronomy and those reclusive old monsters of the Xuanmen."

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"The half of the meteorite disk that your father took away back then is with me."

Lu Changhai pushed Lu Qingxue's hand away, stood up shakily, and walked to a large floor vase in the corner of the hall. He fumbled and pressed a mechanism on the bottom of the vase.

"Click".

The base of the vase pops open, revealing a hidden compartment.

Lu Changhai took out a wooden box wrapped in layers of oilcloth and walked back to place it on the coffee table.

Untie the oilcloth and open the wooden box.

Inside lay a black, non-metallic disc, about half the size of a palm. The surface of the disc was engraved with extremely intricate patterns, resembling a star map or some kind of ancient array node.

Even from several tens of centimeters away, Lu Yuan could clearly feel that the half-broken plate was emitting a faint but extremely pure spiritual energy fluctuation.

"This is the core component of the array plate."

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes.

There are actually artifact fragments of this caliber on Earth? This level of craftsmanship is something only cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or above could create.

"What exactly is that Dragon-Locking Well underground in Yanjing?" Lu Yuan asked Lu Changhai.

Lu Changhai sighed.

"That's a geomantic eye left behind by Liu Bowen of the Ming Dynasty when he severed the dragon vein. Before he died, the old man said that what was suppressed at the bottom of the well was not a dragon, but the cave of an ancient immortal. Inside, there is a destiny that can transform a person and grant them immortality."

Lu Changhai pointed to the half of the meteorite disk.

"This thing is the key to unlocking the seal of the Dragon-Locking Well. Back then, when the Bureau of Astronomy dug out the stone tablet at the bottom of the well, all the forces in Yanjing went crazy. In order to seize the opportunity for himself, the old man did not hesitate to join forces with outsiders to purge the eldest branch of the family."

"Your father risked his life to escape Yanjing with half of the meteorite disk and hid me in Jiangnan, all to prevent the seal from being completely broken."

Lu Yuan picked up the half of the Starfall Disc and weighed it in his hand.

A chance to become an immortal?

For these bumpkins on Earth who don't even understand the Qi Refining stage, the cave dwelling of a Nascent Soul cultivator is indeed a miracle.

But for Lu Yuan, a peak Mahayana Immortal Venerable, this was no different from finding a one-cent coin on the roadside.

However, if there really is a well-preserved ancient cultivation cave down there, the amount of spiritual energy stored inside might become a springboard for him to break through the suppression of Earth's laws and restore his full cultivation.

"I'll take the things."

Lu Yuan casually stuffed the meteorite disc into his pocket.

He dumped all the files from the Astronomical Bureau's archives onto the coffee table. Inside were lists of various forces that had hunted down Lu Changfeng back then, as well as shady accounts from within the Astronomical Bureau.

Lu Yuan lightly tapped his finger across the lists.

The Lu family of Yanjing, the Imperial Observatory, the Ma family of Northwest China, the abandoned disciples of Longhu Mountain...

"No one on the list will escape."

Lu Yuan stood up and looked out the window at the continuous rain.

"Qingxue, you stay home and take care of your uncle and Elder Jiang. I will rearrange the formation of the manor. Even if all the forces from Yanjing come out, they won't be able to break through this gate."

Lu Qingxue stood up and gripped Lu Yuan's sleeve tightly.

"Brother, are you going to Yanjing?"

"Um."

Lu Yuan patted her head, his voice softening.

"Go pick up Dad and take him home."

......

at the same time.

Yanjing, a courtyard house with a very large area within the Second Ring Road.

In the main hall, an elderly man with a full head of silver hair, dressed in a purplish-black Tang suit, was resting with his eyes closed. In his hands, he held two crystal-clear jade pebbles, which made a crisp clinking sound.

The current head of the Lu family is Lu Zhentian.

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly kicked open.

Lu Changfeng was covered in blood and carried in by two guards like a lump of mud.

"Dad... he's ruined... completely ruined..."

Lu Changfeng lay on the ground, wailing loudly.

"Master Chen is dead... Elder Zhou also perished in Jiangnan... My internal energy has been destroyed..."

Lu Zhentian suddenly opened his eyes, and the two jade dantians in his hand cracked with a "crack".

"Who did it?"

"It's Lu Yuan! That bastard Changfeng!" Lu Changfeng gritted his teeth. "He's not even a Transcendent Realm cultivator. The methods he used... Master Chen sent a message before he died saying that he was a cultivator!"

The several high-ranking members of the Lu family standing in the lobby immediately gasped.

Cultivator?

These three words are taboo in the martial arts world and the Xuanmen (Taoist sects)!

Lu Zhentian's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

"A cultivator? Very...very good! No wonder he was able to break the Heavenly Surveillance Bureau's trap!"

Lu Zhentian stood up, unleashing a terrifying aura that was more than ten times stronger than that of Old Zhou.

Peak of the Half-Step Divine Realm!

"Pass on my order."

Lu Zhentian's gaze was icy as he looked at the night outside the door.

"Take my token and invite the three Supreme Elders of the Offering Pavilion to emerge from seclusion. Also, notify the Heavenly Surveillance Bureau that a lawless evil cultivator has appeared in Jiangnan, and instruct them to mobilize the Heavenly Net!"

"Since he dared to say he was coming to Yanjing, I'll make sure he doesn't leave alive!"

Lu Zhentian sneered.

"Take him to the underground water dungeon and hang Lu Changfeng on the flagpole in the courtyard! I want to see if this little cultivator dares to storm the execution ground in front of the entire capital!"

The Jiangnan region, a thousand miles away.

Lu Yuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of Villa No. 1, looking at the flight information he had just booked on his phone screen.

Flight number: MU5188.

Destination: Daxing District, Beijing.

Departure time: 8:00 AM tomorrow.

Lu Yuan put away his phone and looked out at the night sky.

"I hope your bones are harder than your mouths."