Chapter 593 - 386: The Grandmaster’s Exhausted Body, Points Soaring!

Chapter 593: Chapter 386: The Grandmaster’s Exhausted Body, Points Soaring!

The air in the room began to distort and steam, with the temperature rising at an astonishing speed.

On the soft bed, Lu Keyi suddenly let out a piercing howl, a hideous ghostly face appearing beneath her delicate features, wildly alternating between two faces beneath the flesh, a sight eerie enough to chill one’s bones.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, the air within a ten-foot radius around him had turned crimson red.

Though his original martial cultivation could not directly perceive the evil spirits, the pure Yang blood energy of a Master of Huajin was far from ordinary.

At this moment, he was like a blazing sun in the sky, with his body’s surging blood energy turning into tangible scorching waves, transforming the entire room into a furnace.

The members of the Lu Family were already drenched in sweat, their expensive suits soaked through.

The eldest son of the Lu Family, Lu Yuliang, stared fixedly at the thermometer’s wildly fluctuating temperature — forty degrees, forty-five degrees, fifty degrees... This had already gone beyond the bounds of logic.

Just as the members of the Lu Family were about to flee the room, Lu Keyi suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The sound was so piercing it seemed like it could rupture the eardrums.

Seven streams of black mist as thick as ink suddenly surged from her orifices.

Finally twisting into a hideous ghostly face in mid-air, emitting a "sizzle" sound of burning.

As these frigid dark mists were incinerated by the pure Yang blood energy, Lu Keyi’s tense body suddenly slackened.

Her pale face finally regained its color, though a faint green mark still lingered between her brows.

The temperature in the room plummeted, the scorching heat waves receding like the tide, leaving only charred marks on the floor as evidence of what had just transpired.

"Come over and support me."

Lu Xuan slightly closed his eyes, his aged voice light yet clearly audible to everyone present.

The Lu Family members were still recovering from their shock as the second son, Lu Yulong, instinctively stepped forward as if pulled by an invisible force.

In a flash, a hand as shriveled as an ancient pine had clamped onto his shoulder like an iron pincer.

Those five seemingly emaciated fingers now contained a startling force.

The force was so immense that even Lu Yulong, a National Martial Arts Master with Dark Energy Perfection, let out a muffled groan.

Lu Yulong heard the sound of his shoulder blade creaking under the load, seemingly about to be crushed by the shriveled hand at any moment.

Even more horrifying, a faint scorching Qi Force was concealed within that palm’s strength.

It coursed through his meridians directly into his bones, causing cold sweat the size of beans to bead on his brow.

At this moment, Lu Xuan slowly released his grip, his figure suddenly hunched.

His shriveled chest heaved dramatically, each breath seemed to be squeezed laboriously from decaying lungs, accompanied by a hissing sound.

Only then did the Lu Family members realize that the once-mighty martial arts titan had aged to such a degree.

Underneath Lu Xuan’s slack skin, bluish-purple veins were clearly visible, and his once-straight spine was now bent like an old bow, requiring support even just to stand.

Those hands that had once split stone were now trembling uncontrollably, like candles flickering in the wind.

In an instant, voices of concern rang out.

"Grandpa... Grandpa... Are you okay?"

The third generation of the Lu Family cried out in unison, eight people rushing over only to form a human wall three feet away, not daring to approach rashly.

A few of the Lu Family’s third-generation had already red-rimmed eyes, their voices trembling: "Grandpa... You..."

In the next moment, brothers Lu Yuliang and Lu Yuhong brusquely pushed through the crowd, Lu Yuhong even knocking over a third-generation descendant.

One on each side, they steadied the old man’s swaying frame, and Lu Yuliang’s heart trembled upon touching his father’s icy wrist.

The body of his father, once like cast iron, now seemed to be little more than a hollow shell.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fifth Life)

Realm: Master of Huajin (Perfection)

Cultivation Technique: Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist 4/9 (Can be deduced)

Points: 990

Please confirm whether to use 900 System Points to deduce Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist.

Lu Xuan was unconcerned by the Lu Family’s worries, instead, he checked the system interface data.

It wasn’t until he saw the number of System Points that he finally relaxed.

He was genuinely worried that his frail body might not endure when he attempted to break through to the next realm.

This was precisely why he had retreated to secluded mountains for reflection — because of his advanced age.

The immense momentum he once prided himself on had now become the greatest burden of his old body.

Even the slightest mismanagement of energy could rip this ancient body apart, leading to the absurd end of being killed by his own hands.

Lu Xuan looked down at his kneeling descendants, his turbulent energy gradually calming.

He waved his shriveled hand lightly, stirring a faint breeze within the room: "Keyi’s situation isn’t serious."

"First find a quiet place, I need to meditate for an hour or two."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three brothers, including Lu Yulong, were already in tears.

These three elders who once reigned supreme in Yingnan City, now sobbed like errant children.

Lu Yuliang even placed his forehead to the ground, his graying temples against the cold tiles: "Father, it’s our unfilialness, making you work hard for these unworthy descendants even in your twilight years..."

Lu Guangchen, the normally fierce nightclub owner, cried like a child, his face flushed a deep red.

"Grandpa! It’s my fault for not disciplining that miscreant! Leading the entire Lu Family into this disaster!"

Lu Xuan sighed lightly: "Yuanhao, that child... for now, just look after him, I will go see him after I finish recuperating."

Lu Yuanhao — that great-grandson who caused extreme trouble, was ultimately the blood of the Lu Family.

If within his means, Lu Xuan would naturally not sit idly by.

However... all this depended on whether he could break through that barrier before he was utterly spent.

In a vacant guest room deep within the villa, Lu Xuan sat cross-legged on an expensive silk sheet.

In the hallway outside, the Lu Family members stood solemnly.

Except for the few sent to look after Lu Keyi and Lu Yuanhao, the remaining descendants held their breath, quieting even their breathing.

In the front stood the three brothers, including Lu Yuliang, faces etched with worry, repeatedly glancing at the tightly closed room door.

Lu Yuliang’s face, once known for its refined grace in Yingnan City’s political circles, now like covered in frost.

He clasped his fingers tightly, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity — the former Yingnan City heavyweight had completely stripped off his gentle disguise.

He swore, this time he would dig three feet into the ground if he had to root out the villain behind the Lu Family’s woes.

If it weren’t for these scoundrels, why on earth would he compel his father, meant to enjoy a peaceful retirement, to drag his exhausted body back into the fray?

But it happens to be an opportune moment with his father’s return.

With his father present, the Lu Family could reach out to his father’s old acquaintance.

If that elder were to speak, not only would the lurking demons face justice, but even those thousand-year-old ghosts hidden in the earth’s veins would be rooted out and obliterated.

Thinking of this, a sinister smile tugged at Lu Yuliang’s lips, as if he could already see their enemies begging for mercy.