Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 43 The Demise of the Lu Family
At the Lu residence, Master Lu has been having trouble sleeping lately because he heard the news that the blood offerings that were supposed to be given to the mountain demons had all survived.

But all of his men were dead.

He wasn't afraid of the blood sacrifices—just a bunch of useless people who hadn't become cultivators—but rather worried about the mysterious cultivator who had killed the mountain demon.

According to the hunters who captured him, the monk was quite young.

He was already old and frail, and could not fight as well as young cultivators. This was also a flaw of the Lingtai Dao. Without the Golden Core, one's Qi and blood would continue to decline with the passage of time, unlike Huangting cultivators who would become more powerful with age.

This is also why he, despite being at the second level of cultivation, dared not fight the mountain demon that had just become a demon.

He wanted to live a few more days.

"Agai, is everything prepared?" Master Lu asked his steward.

The steward said respectfully, "It's all prepared. The skilled hands have taken care of it. Even if a cultivator doesn't die, he'll be badly injured."

"That's good, that's good." Master Lu nodded slightly. "How's things going with the eldest brother?"

He had lived to such an old age, so naturally he had offspring, and his eldest son was the most promising one, working in the city as a first-level cultivator.

In order to deal with the unknown cultivator who came to seek revenge, Master Lu naturally had to send his eldest son to handle the situation.

"Wait with the mistress," the butler said.

"This child only cares about his old mother and doesn't even look at his old father." Master Lu snorted lightly, seemingly dissatisfied, but the smile on his lips showed that he was very happy.

“Let’s go, let’s go take a look too,” said Master Lu, standing up.

"Yes." The butler followed.

In one of the courtyards of the Lu residence, a short figure carrying a long spear suddenly jumped out of a well.

The landing was silent. Lin Le amplified his hearing, listening to the sounds around him.

With a swift movement, Lin Le flew to the rooftop of a house in the blink of an eye. Looking towards a certain spot, he saw a middle-aged man chatting and laughing with an old woman. There were also several young men and women around them, who, judging from their attire, should all be young masters and ladies.

One of the young masters was looking around out of boredom when he spotted Lin Le standing on the roof. Seeing that he was carrying a long spear and dressed in hemp clothing, he didn't recognize him as one of their own and shouted, "Who's there!"

With a loud shout, everyone turned to look at the young master.

It was this subconscious reaction that led them to see a golden light fly by and hit the young master on the head.

boom!
The head of this Lu family scion exploded like a watermelon, splattering onto the people around him.

Everyone was stunned; no one expected that someone would dare to commit a crime in their home in broad daylight.

But the fact is, some people dare to do it, and they're very big at it.

Lu Yong, the eldest son of the Lu family, was the first to react and tried to draw his sword, but he found nothing.

He was taken aback, then realized that he hadn't brought a knife with him.

Although Master Lu was afraid that the unknown cultivator would seek revenge, Lu Yong wasn't too afraid. He worked for the magistrate of Bailian County, and with a little research, he knew that everyone in the underworld gave him face.

If that cultivator wanted revenge, he would definitely inquire about his family's situation. Once he inquired, the rest would simply be a matter of compensation; there would be no need for a life-or-death struggle.

Therefore, Lu Yong did not carry his weapon with him.

But unfortunately, Lin Le only wanted their lives.

In the brief moment Lu Yong was stunned, Lin Le had already appeared in front of him, thrusting out his spear with lightning speed.

Break through the sky!

"You!"

Just as Lu Yong was about to shout, Lin Le's gun had already pierced through his neck.

The 24 points of merit and the 10 points of killing karma entered the inner vision.

'He's actually a cultivator at the first level of the cultivation realm.'

Lin Le was slightly surprised; he had thought it was just a level 3 martial arts master.

Without paying much attention, Lin Le continued his killing spree.

Lu Yong was the strongest fighter in the courtyard; the rest were no match for Lin Le. Lu, who was walking towards them, heard cries of agony coming from nearby. His expression changed drastically, and he rushed over immediately, acting nothing like a seventy or eighty-year-old man.

When he rushed to the courtyard gate, he saw Lin Le stab an old woman to death.

"Ah Xiu!" Upon seeing this, Master Lu couldn't help but cry out in grief.

Lin Le drew his gun, turned to look at Master Lu, his face indifferent, showing no remorse for killing an old man.

Master Lu's body began to tremble. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Lin Le and said, "What grudge do I have against you that you would not be satisfied until you kill my whole family!"

Lin Le walked towards him step by step, then suddenly tilted her head and said, "Hmm, fun?"

This sentence completely enraged Master Lu, who roared, his true energy surging, "I'll kill you!"

The fist struck like a dragon, and true qi flew out like a dragon, fiercely crashing into Lin Le.

Lin Le slashed his spear downwards, and a stream of crimson true qi flew out.

Sunset!

call!
The crimson true qi, like a hot knife cutting through butter, easily cleaved through Master Lu's true qi and struck him.

Bang bang bang!
The blow sent Lu Yuanwai flying twenty or thirty meters away, destroying the stone walls and wooden railings in his path.

'Armor?'

Lin Le looked at Master Lu struggling to get up not far away, and a thought flashed through his mind, but he did not stop. In just two or three steps, he had already flown to Master Lu's side.

The gun, like a flash of lightning, pierced straight towards Master Lu's head.

Seeing the rapidly enlarging shadow before him, Master Lu instinctively shouted:

"Spare your life!"

puff!

The spear pierced straight through his head.

'This is all there is on the second floor? It's not even as good as that Cai dog.'

Lin Le drew his gun, somewhat surprised, realizing he needed to accurately assess his own abilities.

He turned to look at the two trembling butlers.

When the steward saw Lin Le turn to look at him, he immediately knelt on the ground: "Great hero, spare my life! Great hero, spare my life! I'm just a..."

Bang! A headless corpse fell to the ground, and Lin Le calmly withdrew his Qiankun Ring.

Lin Le ripped off a black soft armor from Master Lu's body.

Looking at the wound, he realized that his attack had only left a shallow dent.

I inputted some true qi and felt it; it's a low-grade magic artifact with three minor restrictions.

Without any hesitation, Lin Le put it on himself.

Listening intently to the sounds, Lin Le continued killing. Several martial arts masters tried to shoot him with crossbows, but he took them all down with his Qiankun Ring.

Lin Le picked up a crossbow and tested it. With a whoosh, the arrow pierced through a stone pillar.

If an ordinary cultivator at the first or second level of cultivation were to take this hit with their physical body, it would probably be quite unpleasant.

After playing with it for a while, Lin Le put it aside. Although he knew the item was valuable, he couldn't fit it in his storage bag.

After killing everyone he deemed deserving of death, Lin Le introspectively examined his inner vision of his supernatural powers:
Currently, there are 134 points of merit in the human realm, 25 points of merit in the earth realm, and 124 points of merit in the killing karma.

After knocking on the well nine times, Qingli emerged from the bottom. Without Lin Le saying anything, she automatically blew a breath and collected some valuable items from the Lu residence.

Leaving aside the silver and cash, Lin Le and Qing Li shared some medicinal herbs and pills. The most valuable items were a long sword and a gourd, both of which were low-grade magical artifacts.

Lin Le was going to sell the long knife, but he would keep the gourd for himself.

Although the gourd was not a spatial magic artifact, it could automatically gather spiritual energy to produce a pot of spiritual water. Although it wasn't much, it was just right for quenching thirst.

(End of this chapter)