Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 12 Blood Lotus Interception
"In fact, in my opinion, the so-called grudges of the East Sea Sword Sect are just an excuse."

Gu Dongting may not necessarily still hold grudges about the events of seventeen years ago. His goal, naturally, is the [Yuanling Sword Manual] that once dominated Tiannan...

With Itō Yukihara's sword arriving from the east at sea, the East Sea Sect is in grave danger. Gu Dongting urgently needs to enhance his strength to defend against this powerful enemy. Otherwise, his family's maritime business might be completely snatched away by the Dongyi fleet.

Therefore, he set his sights on your Lu family's sword manual, wanting to take it to the next level.

Wu Yunchong sighed repeatedly.

"Unfortunately, Elder Lu left too soon and did not pass on the true Yuanling Sword Technique to his descendants, which led to the Lu family suffering this calamity."

Lu Wubing's eyes flickered slightly, thinking to himself that the sect leader was very tight-lipped.

After obtaining the [Yuanling Sword Manual], did you not even mention it to your own disciples?
“What you say is absolutely right, senior brother. What divine sword manual would my Lu family possibly possess? If we did, they wouldn’t have the right to be so presumptuous. It’s just a pity that even if this were to be told, the East Sea Sect wouldn’t believe it.”

Lu Wubing was heartbroken.

After exchanging a few words, Wu Yunchong noticed that the little black cat was staring straight at him with its head turned to the side. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he bent down and reached out his hand: "This is your cat? It's so intelligent."

The cat meowed, arched its back, and sprang away to avoid Wu Yunchong's hand, disappearing behind Lu Wubing in a flash.

Wu Yunchong withdrew his hand, his expression slightly embarrassed.

"The little guy is shy around strangers," Lu Wubing explained with a smile.

He thought to himself, "Who told you to be a man?"
If you were as fragrant as Senior Sister Xiaolan and had such a "perky" figure, believe me, this little guy would jump into your arms on his own.

But not necessarily.

Wu Yunchong smiled gently, indicating that he didn't mind: "I came to inform my junior brother that news came from Tiger Ridge that Uncle Guanghan of Mingyue Palace is surrounded, and we will soon be heading north with Master."

"Junior brother, if you have any valuables, please pack them and take them with you as soon as possible. Also, you're all sweaty, go take a shower. The journey ahead, sleeping outdoors, might not be comfortable."

After thanking his third senior brother, Lu Wubing immediately took a bath, changed his clothes, and packed his belongings.

He mainly brought some gold and silver notes, as well as some loose silver. He packed his change of clothes into a small bundle and carried it on his back; that was all he needed.

The Lu family mansion has become much quieter.

Apart from a few old servants who had nowhere else to go and stayed behind to look after the house, everyone else had received their money and gone on to find their own way to make a living.

Lu Wubing didn't have anything to worry about.

Upon arriving at the front courtyard, Master Ouyang Zheng, Senior Sister Xiao Lan, and Third Senior Brother, whom they had just met, were already waiting.

The group mounted their horses and left the city, remaining silent the entire way.

Lu Wubing noticed that the sect leader's expression was not good.

It looked like he was pondering some difficult problem.

Along the way, even the scolding became much less frequent.

Clearly, what the third senior brother said about "Master Guanghan of Mingyue Palace being surrounded" is not so simple, and this trip may be quite dangerous.

With this thought in mind, Lu Wubing tightened his grip on his long sword, holding the kitten, a slight sense of vigilance creeping into his heart.

"Don't worry, although Father doesn't often take action, he has a great reputation in the martial arts world. Even the masters of the Demonic Sect wouldn't dare to provoke him."

In Ouyang Lan's heart, her father was naturally a first-rate hero and a great man, whose fame was so great that it could intimidate all villains.

There's absolutely no need to worry about anything unexpected happening.

……

"stop."

Ouyang Zheng gave a soft shout.

At the corner of the main road ahead, a scene of haphazardly overturned objects came into view: carriages overturned and goods scattered everywhere.

The grass and withered leaves were stained with blood, and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

Judging from the appearance, this was a caravan that had been traveling far and wide, and they were murdered.

The group dismounted and walked slowly.

Lu Wubing had good eyesight and noticed that the corpses lying on the road were all extremely withered, with their skin appearing an unnatural, deathly white.

After taking about ten steps closer, Ouyang Zheng stopped, turned his head to look at the nearby forest, and said in a deep voice, "I wonder which elder of the Blood Lotus Sect is here? How can you treat human life so carelessly? Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Hehe, you fake Taoist from the Tianxing Sect, do you also believe in that bald monk's stuff? You don't understand that the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is an eternal truth."

These ants have offered their lifeblood to aid my cultivation; it is an honor for them.

From deep within the jungle came a strange, unpleasant laugh, like that of a duck, its sound waves rolling and making one's eardrums ache.

At the same time, a wisp of mist rose above the mountain path. No, it was blood mist.

Upon seeing the blood-red color, Lu Wubing felt his breathing become slightly labored, his head slightly dizzy, and his internal organs slightly uncomfortable, along with a feeling of nausea and irritability.

Looking up at the clouds, he saw that his third senior brother, Wu Yunchong, and his senior sister, Xiaolan, were also swaying slightly and unsteady on their feet.

"Evil heretics!"

Ouyang Zheng snorted coldly.

His long robe trembled slightly.

"boom……"

The air currents surged wildly from all sides, like the starry sky and the blue sea, swirling around me and creating vast waves.

The blood mist that permeated the area was pulverized by this force, turning into dust, and everything in front of him vanished.

Immediately afterwards, a thin blood shadow appeared in the blood mist, and a sword had already silently pierced Ouyang Zheng's chest.

The man's body was stretched into a straight line, his hair was wild and unruly, his face was aged and his expression was ferocious and menacing. Blood seemed to be dripping from the corner of his mouth, making him look like a vengeful ghost.

One moment they were rushing forward at breakneck speed, leaving a trail of afterimages. The next moment, their bodies came to a halt, and amidst the roar of their energy, they were shot backward.

Lu Wubing saw it clearly.

The old man in blood-red robes moved like the wind, disappearing into the blood mist as he pounced. Suddenly, the area in front of the sect leader was plunged into darkness...

A glimmer of starlight appeared, then burst into a brilliant light, illuminating all directions.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a thunderous boom.

Amidst flashes of light and shadow, a sword aura as long as three zhang (approximately 10 meters) tore through the wind and clouds, whistling as it slashed down.

Everything in front of me was a vast expanse of white.

A huge crack appeared in the road, and trees fell over.

The old man in blood-stained clothes groaned and was thrown back seven or eight zhang away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Clearly, their head-on confrontation yielded no advantage whatsoever.

"The Vast Ocean True Qi and the Purple Star Sword Technique are indeed well-deserved of their reputation."

The shrill screams at this moment were less mocking and more cautious.

The old man in blood-red clothes retreated and then advanced again, his blood-red slender sword merging into the wind and turning into smoke.

A fierce wind arose and swept in again.

"Receive my Blood Cloud Across a Thousand Miles move."

"Back off."

After Ouyang Zheng unleashed a powerful sword strike, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He paid no attention to the fierce old man's moves, and even had the leisure to remind his daughter and disciple behind him. With a flick of his wrist, he raised a thousand piles of snow with his long sword.

The mighty sword energy, emitting a breathtaking howl, charged towards the blood-red clouds.

Several clanging and banging sounds rang out.

Two figures, one in green and one in red, charged into the depths of the jungle like lightning.

As the energy surged, Lu Wubing saw a withered arm rise into the sky, a thin, blood-red sword still clutched in the severed hand.

"Won."

He finally exhaled the breath he had been holding in his throat, and his mind relaxed slightly.

Then I heard a sharp "meow" sound.

Lu Wubing's heart pounded, his internal energy surged, and the Shaoyin and Shaoyang meridians of his hands vibrated simultaneously, yet his mind remained as calm as ice...

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden burst of crimson needles rise from the pool of blood and corpses lying nearby.

"Whoa..."

The sharp, scattered rays of light enveloped the three of them.

The first to be affected was Ouyang Lan, who was standing directly in front.

……

(End of this chapter)