Chapter 599 - 389: Celestial Connections

Chapter 599: Chapter 389: Celestial Connections

Lu Xuan casually walked into a room, his fingers lightly tapping on the phone keypad a few times.

Buzz—almost immediately as the dialing was completed, the call was connected.

"Hello, may I speak with Mr. Lu?" A young woman’s gentle yet slightly nervous voice came through the receiver.

"Yes," replied Lu Xuan indifferently.

"Ah! Alright, please hold on!" The woman’s voice suddenly rose, undisguised excitement evident.

From the other end, a series of hurried footsteps followed, accompanied by somewhat panicked shouts: "Mr. Huang! It’s a call from Mr. Lu!"

"Quick! Give it to me!"

A robust and commanding voice suddenly echoed in the spacious hall.

This was one of the most heavily guarded places in the Capital of the Dragon Country, with seven or eight key officials standing solemnly.

The men were all in well-pressed suits, while the women wore elegant professional outfits.

"Dad, I didn’t expect that Mr. Lu, a grandmaster of national martial arts and a legendary figure in the Dragon Country, would still remember you."

On a white leather sofa, a dignified-looking man in his sixties murmured softly.

He gazed at the elderly man with white hair in front of him, memories from decades ago suddenly flashing across his mind.

The Master of Huajin, known as the "Iron Wall of the Dragon Country," had protected his father through numerous life-threatening situations amidst gunfire.

Wherever that figure went, it was an impenetrable fortress, where no one could step across.

In the man’s heart, this legendary grandmaster was once an invincible presence akin to a deity—the pinnacle of martial arts in the Dragon Country, an unquestionable supreme being!

However, flesh and blood ultimately cannot escape the laws of nature.

As modern firearms advanced, even such a powerful Master of Huajin had to avoid confrontation when facing armor-piercing bullets and high explosives.

Mr. Lu had clearly recognized the changes of the times.

Years ago, he had retreated while at the height of his fame, leaving behind the world’s stage to live in seclusion and dedicate himself to martial arts, perhaps realizing that human strength ultimately has its limits.

"Mr. Xuan! Hahaha—"

Mr. Huang laughed heartily, his aged laughter filled with unconcealable excitement.

This once prominent figure at the peak of the Dragon Country now seemed like an ordinary old man delighted to see an old friend.

"Mr. Huang, you’re too kind. It’s been years, and you remain as charming as ever." Lu Xuan’s tone was respectful yet intimate.

In his original memories, this was a titan who had once held the core secrets of the Dragon Country. Although ten years younger than him, he was never someone to be addressed as an older brother.

However, the life-threatening camaraderie they shared in those days made such a private reunion feel natural.

After brief pleasantries, both ends of the call fell silent for a moment.

"Mr. Huang, I need your help with something,"

The moment Lu Xuan began to speak, a soft click—a sound of Mr. Huang unconsciously tightening his grip on the phone—came from the other end.

This old man’s eyes twitched slightly, and his voice suddenly sank: "Mr. Xuan, could it be...someone dares to mess with you?"

The first thought that flashed through Mr. Huang’s mind was: Who has the audacity to provoke Mr. Lu?

"Just a small matter. Help me look into someone," Lu Xuan said plainly. "Recently, a sorcerer has been causing some minor disturbances in Yingnan City."

Upon hearing "Yingnan City," Mr. Huang’s pupils contracted abruptly.

As a former prominent figure in the Dragon Country, he instantly understood—this was no small trouble.

If the Lu Family, stationed in Yingnan City, couldn’t find out any details, the opposite party must surely have official...

"Don’t worry, Mr. Xuan."

Mr. Huang’s voice suddenly turned cold, tapping on the rosewood table with his right hand.

"I’ll immediately send someone to investigate." He didn’t even need Lu Xuan to elaborate.

With his current status, not to mention a hidden troublemaker in Yingnan City, even a mole hidden a thousand meters underground could be dug out.

"Mr. Xuan, how have you been all these years?"

Turning his tone softer, Mr. Huang asked, "Is there a chance to meet again, to catch up?"

He paused briefly: "Shall I visit Yingnan City personally?"

"Mr. Huang, please don’t."

Lu Xuan answered decisively: "In a few days, I might need to make a trip to the Capital, and then I might still need to trouble you."

"What?"

Mr. Huang’s voice suddenly rose, his hand holding the phone trembling slightly, even his breathing halted for a moment: "You are coming to the Capital in person? But your health..."

No one knew better than he did that this elder brother of his, ten years his senior, was already 95 years old.

Before this call, he had secretly planned to visit Yingnan City this month, just to see this Mr. Lu, whom he wholeheartedly acknowledged, at least once more in his lifetime.

"It’s not much of a concern, I’ve recently gained some insight, and these old bones of mine can still hold up."

Lu Xuan’s voice came through the phone, calm yet carrying absolute confidence.

Mr. Huang suddenly realized that Mr. Lu at the other end was still that incomparable martial myth who had once dared to charge alone in the midst of gunfire.

"Alright! I will await your arrival in the Capital, Mr. Lu!"

Mr. Huang laughed heartily, his wrinkled face glowing with pleasure.

He knew that his worn-out body was like a dying candle in the wind, living each day was a bonus.

Getting to see again that elder brother who had saved him from peril multiple times would mean he had no regrets in this life.

The echo of the hung-up call hadn’t yet faded when Mr. Huang’s gaze turned to his eldest son, Huang Tangshi—a significant figure in the Dragon Country.

"Tangshi, send Tangming to investigate Yingnan City."

Though Mr. Huang’s voice was soft, it reached Huang Tangshi’s ears without missing a word.

"There’s a practitioner scoundrel there targeting the Lu Family, quickly find them for me."

Huang Tangming, the second son of the Huang Family, was a real power holder in the Dragon Country’s intelligence system.

This matter was best left to him.

"Yes, Dad, I understand." Huang Tangshi nodded slightly.

The contents of the earlier conversation were clear as day to him. This man, who had navigated the currents of the Dragon Country for decades, had a gleam of cold light flash in his eyes.

Could there really be such reckless entities in the Dragon Country, daring to provoke a legendary grandmaster like Mr. Lu?

Two days later, at the main villa of the Lu Family estate.

In the hall, a middle-aged man in a suit sat as if on pins and needles, his haggard face covered in fine beads of sweat.

Lu Yuliang and his two brothers sat on either side, but their eyes were all unconsciously drawn to Lu Xuan on the main seat.

"Li Gangshan," Lu Yuhong suddenly sneered, "the head of Li Real Estate, the eternal second in the real estate sector of Yifeng Province."

He lightly tapped the armrest with his fingers: "Over the years, haven’t you caused quite a bit of trouble for our Lu Family’s Huafu Group?"

"Li Gangshan!"

Lu Yuhong slammed the table, causing the solid wood tea table to crack open with a crevice.

He leaned forward, eyes filled with fierce intent: "I really didn’t expect that for mere real estate business, you’d conspire with a sorcerer to harm the Lu Family’s descendants!"

With that, Lu Yuhong grabbed Li Gangshan by his tie, pulling the real estate mogul forward: "Spit it out, where is Tang Huang hiding?"

"If you don’t tell the truth—" Lu Yuhong’s voice fell to a freezing point, "I guarantee you won’t see tomorrow’s sun."

"Don’t think that relying on Chen Rongsheng’s influence allows you to run rampant in Yifeng Province."

Leaning in, Lu Yuhong sneered: "It’s hard to say how long that old man can keep his seat now."

"Do you think he can protect your miserable life?"

Li Gangshan, being yanked by his tie, turned deathly pale.

He never dreamed that the Lu Family’s reach would be so terrifyingly vast—plans he had meticulously set up were upturned within less than forty-eight hours.

The mysterious force from the Capital had investigated all his shady dealings over the years so thoroughly, even the accounts of money laundering at a casino in Australia three years ago came to light.

At that moment, in the eyes of these people, he feared he was more transparent than a frog on the dissecting table.