I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 49: All things come from thunder. Thunder is the source of all things. It is the hibernating insects that are startled and flee.
The twists and turns of events tonight completely exceeded Lu Ziyu's expectations.

Originally, he should have been a son of a wealthy family, sitting quietly in a restaurant watching a play, and then marrying a beautiful woman.

However, at this time he was already exposed to the sharp blade.

Even this life has become precarious as time goes by.

Lin Jiaolu was still standing there, pointing her sword at Lu Ziyu, her expression even colder than the sword's intent. "If you still have any dignity left in you as a child of an aristocratic family, you should draw your sword and commit suicide. If you die, at least you can preserve the Lu family's reputation. Otherwise, when the Lin family arrives, you won't be able to die!"

How could Lu Ziyu not know this?
But even ants try to survive. He used to be the eldest son of the high and mighty Lu family in Wu County and a branch of the Fanyang Lu family. After living a good life above everyone else for so long, in the blink of an eye he became a sinner who had to commit suicide to preserve his family's reputation.

How could he accept this?

When the elegant young man of the past was forced into a desperate situation, he was not much different from those desperate people in the martial arts world. His hair was messy, his breathing was rapid, his eyeballs were slightly bulging, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

Weighing the pros and cons is something that only people standing at a higher position can do. When one's own life falls into the scale and becomes a weight, no one can remain calm.

Lin Jiaolu was putting psychological pressure on Lu Ziyu. She was also worried that the other party would go all out, but she knew even more clearly that she shouldn't say anything nice at this time... She had to appear extremely strong.

She is strong enough, so Lu Ziyu will be afraid of her.

Only then would he think of escaping rather than destroying himself and the other party together.

Although Lin will come, everything takes time.

If Lu Ziyu really couldn't bear the psychological pressure and committed suicide on the spot, it would be a happy ending for everyone.

But just as Lu Ziyu raised his wrist stiffly, a scolding sounded.

"—Idiot! You're thinking of committing suicide just because a little girl used the Lin family's reputation to say a few harsh words?! That's what your mother taught you!"

The full-throated roar was deafening.

The figure approached with slow and heavy steps, and even the fire burning in the alley was three inches lower.

The hot ground scorched by the flames began to quickly become cold and hard.

The jeweled dagger in Lu Ziyu's hand fell to the ground. A hint of hope suddenly appeared in his struggling expression. He turned around and said excitedly, "Grandpa!"

Lin Jiaolu's heart was filled with alarm.

The Lu family's ability to gain a foothold in Wuhu County certainly depends not only on the Fanyang Lu family, because the Fanyang Lu family does not actually have much influence in this area. Therefore, what allows the Lu family to gain a foothold here is still the most basic military force.

Bai Xuan also opened his eyes from resting, looked over, and then said softly: "Another Grandmaster..."

It has been less than a month since I crossed over to this world, but this is the third master I have seen in public.

Even the Grandmaster is considered a rare protected species in the Southern Dynasty...

The old man whom Lu Ziyu called "Grandpa" came with his hands behind his back, as if he was carrying a rolling thunder and lightning. His eyes were like lightning. "Since you have decided to take a gamble to maximize your profits, you shouldn't give up halfway! You want to commit suicide because of a few scoldings from a little girl... Do you really think that if you die, this matter will be over?"

Lu Ziyu lowered his head and accepted the scolding, but after seeing his grandfather, hope was rekindled in his heart.

He doesn't want to die either.

"I am Shi Zhuoqun."

The old man with his hands behind his back glanced over, and although it was a level gaze, it was full of oppression and intimidation.

He said calmly, "My grandson has caused trouble for the Lin family's daughter and has rudely offended Miss Lin. I hope you can forgive me."

After all, Lin Jiaolu grew up in the Lin family, and in the past he had faced dozens if not hundreds of masters.

"You want to define this matter with such a light sentence? Master Shi, do you think that my Lin family is easy to bully?"

"How dare I... The Lin family leader is renowned, and I, like myself, am no match for him. The Langya Lin family is not something I can shake." Shi Zhuoqun said in a low voice, "But I am also a True Martial Grandmaster after all, so killing two people won't be difficult."

"Do you threaten me?"

"How dare I." Shi Zhuoqun said he didn't dare, but in fact he took another step forward: "Miss Lin should be able to realize that her life and the lives of those behind her are in my hands. Although the Lin family is powerful, they haven't arrived yet... If Miss Lin insists on forcing my grandson to death, then this old man will have no choice but to fight to the death."

"If you hurt even a hair on my head, I will bring disaster upon your entire clan!"

Lin Jiaolu actually fought back forcefully.

This little girl, who would tremble in fear if she met a flower thief, showed no fear at all when facing the direct pressure from the master.

This made Bai Xuan look at him with a new eye... Perhaps some people are born to be suitable for big scenes, but are not good at dealing with the sales pitches of shopping mall clerks and the harassment of street thugs.

Shi Zhuoqun said calmly, "I only have one daughter and one grandson... I don't care what happens to the Lu family. At worst, I can just take them away with me."

Lin Jiaolu was stunned... After all, he is a master, so why doesn’t he establish a sect and leave behind a legacy?
Shi Zhuoqun continued, "If Miss Lin insists on killing us all, then I will have no choice but to become a hermit."

A hermit is a nice term, but to put it simply... he's a fugitive.

Because of committing a serious crime, one has to abandon his original identity, cut off past ties, hide his identity or escape thousands of miles away. Together they are called hermits.

Jiang Baichuan is also a hermit.

Every hermit represents an old story in the underworld, an unbreakable causal connection, a threat, and even a hidden danger.

"So?" Lin Jiaolu said unconcernedly, "The Lin family has many enemies, and there are at least a dozen hermits."

"Don't worry, I haven't finished what I want to say." Shi Zhuoqun glanced around and said, "It seems that Miss Lin is very concerned about the safety of the people behind her?"

Lin Jiaolu held the Guwu sword and made a desperate sword move.

"It's unnecessary." Shi Zhuoqun said calmly, "Your actions have only made me more convinced... If that's the case, then there's still room for discussion."

"Oh? You want to take me hostage and force her to hide the truth from the Lin family?" The young man held the sword across his knees and calmly pointed out the other party's intention.

"You're quite clever," Shi Zhuoqun suggested. "I guarantee in my name as Grandmaster that I won't harm you... I see you haven't entered yet, so I guess you have no one to guide you. I can even teach you my skills and let you inherit my legacy."

This old guy knows how to control people's hearts.

Being a prisoner is unacceptable, but becoming an apprentice and learning skills seems acceptable.

Lin Jiaolu was also a little troubled at this time.

After a moment of hesitation, she let go of her pride because she didn't want to see Bai Xuan injured or killed.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to persuade her, he heard a sentence of three words that shocked and dazzled him.

"You do not deserve."

Bai Xuan's answer was resounding.

For a moment, the alley was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Boy, I'll give you another chance..." Shi Zhuoqun looked a little embarrassed, and his low voice increased in momentum and pressure.

"I told you," Bai Xuan repeated, "You don't deserve it."

All swordsmen in the world must call me the ancestor.

Even the Great Emperor Zhenwu, who founded the Zhenwu path, is of lower seniority than me.

You want me to be your disciple? You are really a big shot - what a big mouth!

"Okay, okay..." Shi Zhuoqun laughed in anger, his sleeves suddenly tightened, and a strong wind blew under his sleeves: "If you don't accept my toast, you will have to drink a penalty drink!" Lin Jiaolu stepped forward.

She knew that if she didn't stand up now, Bai Xuan would most likely die.

She didn't even consider the consequences and rushed forward to block it.

The next moment, white hair fluttering in the wind appeared before her eyes.

"I don't have the habit of hiding behind women."

Bai Xuan more or less inherited the habits from his previous life.

Deep down, he is still the land immortal who looks down on the world.

He can't change this style, nor does he want to change it.

He went to meet the Grandmaster.

Draw your sword and slash at the invisible and formless hurricane.

boom--!
With a violent and dull sound, the walls on both sides of the alley were completely destroyed. Looking from above, a huge V-shaped fork appeared on the ground.

Baixuan is located in the center of the human shape.

One man and one sword, firmly nailed to the ground like a nail.

Even though his hands were stained red with blood, the sword in his hands did not deviate at all.

Just a few seconds passed.

Shi Zhuoqun's face froze slightly. He had already used 50% of his strength in that palm strike just now, but this young man didn't even take a single step back?

Even if it was just the palm force and gale, it was not something a kid who had not yet entered the country could withstand.

This kid... is weird!
He realized it a little too late.

Bai Xuan was not only resisting the strong wind, but also silently mobilizing his strength.

Life span is something that if it burns once, it won’t be too sad if it burns again.

The original intention was to let the other party experience the treatment given to Huangfu Qinhu.

However, after actually doing it, he noticed a slight change, which was different from before.

Previously, due to lack of cultivation, he was unable to use swordsmanship and had to burn his lifespan as a substitute.

But now it was different. He felt that he could control the flow of the wind more easily, even deeper...

A bone in my body is burning.

It is the fourth wind.

After all, the essence of the Immortal Sword is to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and the Fourth Riding Wind is equivalent to giving Bai Xuan an additional channel to communicate with heaven and earth, and equipping him with a network cable and a network card. The remains themselves do not have such powerful power, but it is now in the most suitable person, so it can produce the most appropriate effect.

It doesn't mean that anyone who has the supreme bone is the supreme; rather, only the supreme can grow the supreme bone.

Bai Xuan's mind moved slightly.

In this case, I can try another sword. It just so happens that the fire has been burning for so long that a certain change in air pressure has occurred.

The wind began to flow, driving the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth. The moisture in the air was expelled, and a certain energy began to accumulate in the space that had been dried out by the flames. The hair and corners of the clothes floated up and froze in the air strangely.

Seeing these strange changes, Bai Xuan concluded that his attempt had an 80% chance of success.

Bai Xuan stared directly at the Grandmaster in front of him. His breathing became heavier, and he felt a slight pain in his lungs. Blood foamed between his lips and teeth, and his gums were cracked... These were the symptoms that people would experience under extremely high pressure.

Shi Zhuoqun also realized that this young man actually gave him a sense of crisis. He leaned forward slightly, clenched his fists and placed them on both sides of his abdomen, and disappeared on the spot the next moment.

He had to capture Bai Xuan right now in order to threaten Lin Jiaolu not to tell the truth. Even if he had to seriously injure him and only leave him with one breath, he could no longer care about so much!
Every moment longer means more danger.

Bai Xuan suddenly raised his hand and threw the only life-saving weapon in his hand high into the sky.

The famous sword Jiang Chengzi flipped in the air, and the sword reflected the changing expressions of everyone below.

Lin Jiaolu's anxious self-blame, Lu Ziyu's nervousness and fear, Shi Zhuoqun's experience and composure, and... Bai Xuan's detachment and indifference.

In an instant, in a split second, in the blink of an eye...

A dazzling light appeared among the clouds.

There is great light between heaven and earth.

Piercing the night of Wuxian.

What is the fastest in the world?
It's electricity, it's light.

It is thunder, it is sunlight.

This sword was not swung by a human, but a judgment sent down from the sky, and its name is...

"Jingzhe."

The young man pronounced the name, but the name was drowned out by the roar of the lightning sword.

The white lightning that descended from the clouds spread all the way and accurately hit the edge of Jiang Chengzi's sword. Then the lightning arc bounced out, and the lightning filled the sword edge, cleansing the sword body.

The sword fell to the ground, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Grandmaster Shi Zhuoqun who was five steps in front of Bai Xuan!

This is indeed a sword beyond imagination.

No one could have guessed that as early as five hundred years ago, this unrivaled swordsman had already been able to use lightning to release super-electromagnetic flying swords.

Even though Shi Zhuoqun was on guard.

But he was still hit by the sword.

Even though he tried his best to move his body with his master's skills, Jingzhe's sword was too fast.

It was so fast that it was blinding, and the air was filled with saturated plasma and sputtering arcs of lightning.

Shi Zhuoqun fell to the ground in a mess, with one arm and one leg cut off.

The whole person looked like a wild boar with its limbs chopped off, hitting its head on the muddy ground. Its whole body exuded a burnt smell from the high temperature. No blood could be seen flowing out of the broken limbs because the blood vessels had solidified directly under the high temperature.

Everyone at the scene was stunned and dazed.

The great master was defeated like this.

Defeated by a single sword strike.

Such a complete defeat.

Such a miserable defeat.

(End of this chapter)