Invincibility starts when I see the BOSS health bar.

Chapter 959 Confrontation
"I never expected," Elder Yan Jin's voice, like an ice pick, broke the silence first, each word carrying a chilling coldness and undisguised contempt, "that you, Lulu, would stoop to such a despicable level!"

Upon hearing this, Lulu's brows furrowed instantly. She had indeed done quite a few things that she considered "despicable."

For a moment, she couldn't immediately determine what Elder Yan Jin was referring to—was it dealing with those shady deals for the First Prince? Was it lining his own pockets under the guise of exorcising demons? Or... betraying Diao Deyi? However, in her subconscious, the last one didn't really seem "despicable," so it didn't immediately come to mind.

"That filthy scum, how dare you let him look at you with such lewd eyes! You have utterly disgraced the Juemen Clan! You have tarnished the Juemen Clan's reputation!" Elder Yan Jin's face was ashen, but his eyes burned with rage.

If that fat man hadn't slipped away so quickly, and if he hadn't been worried that Lulu might have ulterior motives and ruin the important affairs of the Juemen Sect, he would have killed him on the spot with one blow! How could the members of the Juemen Sect allow such a despicable person to desecrate them!
Elder Yan Jin felt a surge of resentment. Although he disapproved of many of Lulu's actions and found fault with her in every way, ultimately, Lulu was a member of the Juemen!

She bears the mark of the Absolute Sect!
For outsiders to blatantly humiliate her like this is tantamount to slapping the Juemen sect in the face, and slapping him, the elder of the Juemen sect, across the face! Such behavior is absolutely intolerable!
Lulu suddenly realized that they were talking about Lord Pin's affair. A slightly mocking smile appeared on her lips: "Elder Yan Jin, I have endured so much humiliation and flattery so that the Juemen sect could take root in this dragon's den and tiger's lair in the capital! How come it has become so despicable in your mouth?"

"Bearing humiliation and hardship? Obsequious flattery?"

Elder Yan Jin scoffed and let out a heavy snort.

"The Juemen Sect stands firm in the martial world by slaying demons and monsters with its swords, and by the passionate blood of its disciples! When has it ever needed its disciples to grovel and sell their bodies to gain a pitiful foothold?! The capital city has never been the foundation of the Juemen Sect! It's good if we can gain a foothold, but if it becomes too difficult, we can simply pack up and leave, returning to our own territory! I don't know what you and the Sect Leader have secretly discussed, but I will never tolerate anyone tarnishing the reputation of the Juemen Sect! I cannot stand by and watch such disgraceful acts belittle our sect!"

He stepped forward, his weathered, sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, fixed on Lulu. Each word carried an undeniable warning: "Lulu! I'm telling you this now! If your actions in the capital tarnish the reputation and honor of the Juemen Clan, then don't blame me for turning ruthless and personally taking action to cleanse the Juemen Clan of its filth!"

Lulu's eyebrows shot up, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes: "Elder Yan Jin, what a display of power! What a menacing aura!"

She sneered, her voice rising several decibels: "Where were you when I was racking my brains and working tirelessly until late at night for Juemen? Did you see me when I was pouring my heart and soul into planning Juemen's future? Now, for Juemen to gain a foothold in this cutthroat capital, I have to feign compliance with these demons and monsters, and you jump out to point fingers and speak righteously! What? Is it because your new accomplice didn't do what you wanted, giving you time to nitpick at me?"

what? !

Elder Yan Jin's heart skipped a beat, as if a secret had been exposed, and a strong sense of guilt surged up instantly.

His secret contact with Fang Yu was intended to create trouble for Lulu and restrain her power.

However, he always acted in a straightforward manner, and Fang Yu seemed to have no intention of hiding anything. It was normal for their little scheme to be seen through by Lulu right under her nose.

After all, the entire Juemen stronghold in the capital was under her control.

Despite his inner turmoil, Elder Yan Jin was unwilling to concede defeat in a verbal exchange. He forced himself to remain calm and said in a stiff voice, "What helper or not! I merely saw that the new lad had some potential and gave him some pointers! Don't spout nonsense and slander me!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Lulu's sarcasm deepened. "I wonder when Elder Yan Jin will have time to 'give me some pointers'? I also have many questions and uncertainties about the path of martial arts, and I really need an expert to guide me!" She mercilessly turned the resentment she had been holding back into sharp words.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Lulu's expression softened, and her tone became more earnest: "Elder Yan Jin, Diao Deyi... he is ultimately an outsider. We can adapt to the situation and cooperate temporarily, but whether we can remain of one mind in the long run is still unknown. But you and I..."

She stared intently at Yan Jin, "We are the ones who come from the same lineage! I, Lulu, may betray the world, but I would never betray the very lineage that gave me life and raised me! You should know this better than anyone else, right?"

A long, suffocating silence fell over the hall.

Only the faint sounds of labor coming from deep within the dye house, and the lingering, violent aura of Elder Yan Jin in the air.

Elder Yan Jin's lips moved a few times, but in the end, he couldn't utter any rebuttal.

Lulu's words pierced through all his excuses and went straight to the heart of the matter—no matter how many internal disagreements they had, they were ultimately all on the same boat as Juemen.

He was powerless to refute this point.

After a moment of contemplation, Elder Yan Jin spoke.

“Lulu,” Elder Yan Jin’s voice was deep and slow, each word like a hammer blow to the heart, “Just as you said, no matter how you acted… improperly, you are still the representative of the Juemen sect in the capital region, the face of the sect here. This is a person personally appointed by the sect leader, and cannot be taken lightly.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Lulu's slightly pale face, his tone becoming even more serious, "Even if we have any disagreements in private, those are disputes within the same sect and the same camp. Some things are best left unsaid, and some lines should not be crossed."

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, forcibly suppressing the anger and disappointment surging in his heart due to Lulu's audacity.

His anger, like molten lava, was forcibly suppressed beneath a calm exterior by his profound cultivation.

“I understand your concerns,” Elder Yan Jin turned to Lulu, his eyes sharp, “but I do have high hopes for Diao Deyi. He is resolute, exceptionally talented, and, most importantly, calm under pressure and capable of shouldering great responsibilities. I intend to formally bring him into the Absolute Sect as its last disciple and personally instruct him. So, considering all this…”

He emphasized his words, looking directly at Lulu, "That Diao Deyi is practically one of us. You really don't need to be so wary of him, or even... take such extreme measures." Today, Elder Yan Jin clearly didn't want to play games anymore; his words were blunt, as if he wanted to lay everything out in the open.

Upon hearing this, Senior Sister Lulu's slender willow-leaf eyebrows immediately furrowed slightly, and a hint of surprise and annoyance flashed deep in her eyes.

"One of our own?" She sneered inwardly, almost bursting into laughter.

Diao Deyi's name had already been personally engraved on her kill list. Her capable henchman, Qian Wu, had probably already succeeded. That kid might already be lying dead in some dark corner of the capital, his body still warm.

What's with all this talk about disciples, cooperation, and being one of our own? It's utterly ridiculous!
however……

A genuine sense of surprise welled up within her. She truly hadn't expected Elder Yan Jin to value Fang Yu so highly, even considering taking him on as his last disciple! This level of regard far exceeded her expectations. If Elder Yan Jin knew, she would have already preemptively "dealt with" him...

At this thought, a faint sense of panic, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly darted through Lulu's heart.

But she was a seasoned veteran, and her composure was already masterful. The fleeting look of alarm in her eyes was quickly replaced by a perfectly timed smile that conveyed a sense of realization and agreement.

“So Elder Yan Jin had such profound intentions,” Lulu’s voice carried just the right amount of respect and a hint of “sudden realization.” “In my opinion, Junior Brother Diao’s strength and potential are indeed top-notch. If he is truly willing to join the Absolute Sect, it would naturally be a blessing for the sect, and nothing could be better.”

She agreed verbally, but in her heart was a cold calculation. The man was already dead, so she would say the best things to Elder Yan Jin. This would stabilize the situation and leave an impression of being "wise and righteous," making it easier to clear her name later. Why not?
"You can rest assured about that," Elder Yan Jin stroked his beard, his tone revealing a hint of self-satisfaction and certainty. "I have already made all the plans. Once things in the capital are settled, I will take him back to the sect. He is eager to learn from my profound skills and listens with great interest. The matter of him becoming my disciple is a sure thing; he won't be able to run away."

He recalled the focused and dedicated expression on Fang Yu's face when he imparted his cultivation insights to him, which further solidified his resolve.

"Oh? Is that so?" Senior Sister Lulu's lips curled into a meaningful smile, but her eyes were as cold as frost. "Then this disciple... is quite looking forward to the day when Junior Brother Diao officially becomes a disciple of my Absolute Sect." Looking forward to a dead man joining the sect? The thought was truly ironic and laughable. She inwardly scoffed, like venom flowing through her veins.

However, the moment that thought crossed her mind, the fake smile on Senior Sister Lulu's face froze, as if solidified by ice. Her pupils contracted sharply, and she stared incredulously at the entrance to the hall—there, a figure that should have vanished forever and never reappeared was standing silently!

How...how is this possible?!
A tremendous shock struck Lulu like a hammer blow, leaving her mind blank, her thoughts almost frozen, and she even forgot to breathe. That figure was none other than… Diao Deyi!

"Diao Deyi? You've come at the perfect time!" Elder Yan Jin also noticed Lulu's unusual behavior. He turned around following her gaze, saw Fang Yu, and immediately smiled. "I happen to have important matters to discuss with you..."

As Elder Yan Jin spoke, Fang Yu at the door had already raised his right hand. Before Elder Yan Jin could finish speaking, Fang Yu's raised right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, unleashing a violent and unstoppable force, and slammed it violently into the heavy wooden door beside him without warning!
boom--! ! !
A deafening explosion, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, suddenly erupted! The sturdy wooden door, along with the surrounding walls, shattered into pieces like fragile pieces of paper under the immense force of the impact. Wood chips and gravel mixed with dust and smoke flew everywhere, filling the entire entrance to the hall!

"Diao Deyi?! You..." Elder Yan Jin's smile froze instantly, replaced by utter astonishment and confusion. Just a short time ago, this kid had been incredibly respectful and gentle towards him. How could he have transformed into a killing machine in the blink of an eye, acting as if he wanted to tear down the house and silence everyone, a fight to the death? This drastic change left him completely bewildered.

"...Young Master Diao?"

Senior Sister Lulu suppressed the turmoil in her heart and tried her best to maintain a false look of surprise and innocence, as if she were just as confused as everyone else.

However, what churned deep within her heart was a venomous resentment and hatred, like the bite of a poisonous snake.

Of course, this hatred was not directed at Fang Yu, but rather at Qian Wu, who had failed in his duties!

She sent Qian Wu to take Fang Yu's life, but he didn't die. Instead, he came looking for her with murderous intent. What did this mean? Either Qian Wu had betrayed her and sold her out, or Qian Wu was dead and the whole affair had been exposed! Either way, it gave Fang Yu ample reason to seek revenge!
She subtly moved backward, her petite figure cleverly shrinking behind Elder Yan Jin's imposing back, seeking protection.

Elder Yan Jin sensed her movement, his brows furrowed, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but in the end he did not speak to stop her or push her away.

The billowing smoke and dust slowly settled, and Fang Yu's voice, as cold as ancient ice, pierced through the dust and clearly reached their ears:

“Senior Sister Lulu,” Fang Yu slowly opened his palm, letting the wall dust on his fingers slide off like fine sand. At the same time, his eyes, devoid of any warmth, were fixed on Lulu like a hawk locking onto its prey. “Sometimes, I really… admire your courage.”

"Oh?" Senior Sister Lulu forced herself to remain calm, even managing a forced smile. "What do you mean by that, Young Master Diao?" With Elder Yan Jin, a powerful expert at the Sixth Soul Realm, standing in front of her, she still harbored a sliver of hope.

She was certain that Fang Yu wouldn't dare to openly kill her in front of the elders—otherwise, he would have attacked her immediately when he appeared silently at the door, and taken her life. Why wait until he was discovered to make such a commotion? It was this certainty that supported her forced composure at this moment.

“Because,” Fang Yu’s voice was low and slow, each word like ice, “after you sent people to kill me, you actually dared to stay here as if nothing had happened, instead of immediately fleeing far away and running away.” As he spoke, he slowly drew the sword from his waist—a long sword with an ancient design and a faintly eerie aura.

“To be honest,” Fang Yu flicked his wrist, and the demonic sword let out a mournful cry before shattering into pieces! The broken sword did not fall, but instead transformed into streaks of scarlet light, rapidly merging into his body as if it were alive! “If it were me, I would never dare to do such a thing… to court death.”

(End of this chapter)