Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei, Starting as a Seeker of the Law

Chapter 92 is just a lie.

"hello."

Lu Mingfei smiled, and his magical power surged into the long sword in his hand like a tide.

The blade hummed, and a layer of light suddenly shone from its dark edge, as if a sleeping beast had opened its eyes, and an aura of power rose from the blade.

This high-ranking magical artifact was fully activated at this moment.

"Since we've already exchanged greetings..."

'

With a flick of his wrist, the blade slowly moved upwards along Su Ning Shuang's spine, his voice carrying a hint of polite apology.

"Don't say I ambushed you."

Before he could finish speaking, a golden light shone brightly in Lu Mingfei's eyes.

Several superhuman strength talismans had already silently adhered to his body, and the power of the Word of Power: Bronze Throne surged into his right arm like molten lava, turning his entire arm bronze.

With the combined force of the two powers, what he held at this moment was no longer just a knife.

One is enough to tear apart the former's Dharma body.

At this moment, Su Ningshuang's primordial spirit was injured, and her physical body was at its most vulnerable.

A flash of light.

There was no earth-shattering sound, no burst of magical light.

Only a smooth, almost eerie diagonal line slashed from her shoulder, cutting diagonally across her entire chest.

The upper body slid down silently.

"How—how could this be—"

Su Ningshuang's eyes suddenly narrowed to pinpoints.

If it were merely a matter of her body being cleaved in two, she wouldn't be so horrified. As a Dharma Corpse, physical injuries are merely damage to the skin, which can be easily repaired.

But after that one cut...

Most of her primordial spirit had completely lost contact.

Those "paintings" scattered around, connected to her life, seemed to have all their threads severed by a single stroke, vanishing from her perception all at once.

Just like the previous strike, it didn't cut the body.

It is cause and effect, it is connection, it is the foundation for her to prolong her life through painting.

"Can you feel it?"

Lu Mingfei flicked the blade, and blood droplets splattered in tiny arcs on the ground.

"Can't get in touch with them anymore, huh? Should I deliver another blow?"

He grinned, and before she could answer, he continued, "Just kidding."

The blade was raised again.

"Actually, you don't need to say no; I will still cut it down."

On the other side...

With a soft "bang," the original "Lu Mingfei" turned into a wisp of smoke, slowly revealing Hu Dasheng's figure.

She was completely exhausted; her legs gave way, and she almost collapsed backward.

A pair of hands steadily supported her from behind.

Jin Miao had been standing there unnoticed and gently supported her.

"Sister Miao," Hu Dasheng leaned against her arm, looked up, and gave a tired yet smug smile, "I did pretty well, didn't I?"

Jin Miao looked down at her, smiling as well, and whispered.

"This is absolutely fantastic."

"I thought I was seeing things."

Hu Dasheng grew up in Qianjiguan. Jin Miao's relationship with her was more like that of a mother and son than that of a master and disciple.

But that smile just now had already given her some clues.

After all, what mother would mistake her own child for someone else's?

She paused, her fingertips brushing against Hu Dasheng's sweat-dampened forehead, her tone filled with admiration and curiosity: "Dasheng, how did you do that?"

"Hmph, of course it's all thanks to Ancestor Lu!"

Hu Dasheng looked smug, his face still a little pale, but his eyes shone as if they were filled with stars.

"It was the patriarch who used a transformation spell to temporarily transform me into his appearance, and he even taught me how to use my magic to simulate his 'magic field'—you know, to simulate a similar feeling."

She grew increasingly excited as she spoke, even gesturing: "He said Su Ningshuang's innate supernatural power is related to 'threads,' so her perception would be very sensitive; ordinary illusions wouldn't fool her. The shapeshifter's aura and spiritual energy fluctuations must be exactly the same as the real one."

"So that's why you stayed far away from her, maintaining the transformation spell while simulating the founder's magical field?"

"Um.

""

Hu Dasheng nodded vigorously, then slumped his shoulders.

"Actually, I almost gave myself away... I don't know this transformation spell, so I could only maintain it by using magic power. I felt like a punctured water bag, with magic power gushing out..."

'

"It's okay," Jin Miao gently patted her back to comfort her.

"That's already quite an achievement."

The two spoke almost simultaneously. Yi Mingfei had already sheathed his sword and walked over, standing to the side watching them.

"I didn't expect it to work so well," he replied, his tone filled with undisguised praise. "Actually, I was just giving it a try."

To be honest, this idea was something Lu Mingfei came up with on the spot.

He wasn't sure if Su Ningshuang had hidden more "paintings" outside, so even though he severed the general connection with the Myriad Laws Soul-Splitting Blade, he didn't immediately and completely destroy her primordial spirit.

Just when he was at his wit's end, it was the knife in his hand that gave him inspiration.

Separation.

Since this knife can sever both power and memory.

Is it possible to separate "spells" from oneself and then "graft" them onto others?

He condensed the transformation spell's structure within his own body, then used the blade as a guide to completely separate it and transfer it into Tiger Rope's body.

This is not instruction, but a temporary "gift".

It's like temporarily transferring the flame from one lamp to another empty lamp.

Hu Dasheng herself did not need to understand the mysteries of this technique, nor did she need to maintain the operation of the method herself. She only needed to burn her own magic power to maintain that "borrowed fire".

However, this fire was formed from Lu Mingfei's magical power.

In Su Ningshuang's perception, the magical field of the tiger was almost completely different from that of Hu Dasheng himself.

That's how you perfectly fool the other person's eyes.

"However," Lu Mingfei looked at Hu Dasheng, then changed the subject, "your imitation was indeed very accurate."

Tiger Rope's eyes lit up again, and he was about to grin when he seemed to remember something and asked in a low voice.

"Then...Master, was the curve of my smile back then correct?"

Lu Mingfei paused, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly, as if he had been gently pricked by a distant image.

"Yes, absolutely right," he said.

"It's exactly the same smile as your ancestor's."

—Of course, the "patriarch" he mentioned was definitely not himself.

This kind of wickedly funny expression, purely for playing a villain...

Besides that scoundrel Immortal Lord Jiang Mingzi, who else laughs like that?

If we're going to compare, we should compare it to Jiang Mingzi herself.

Hu Dasheng didn't understand the subtlety in his words, taking it as a compliment, and smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits.

Jin Miao listened from the side, but vaguely sensed something.

Her gaze lingered on Lu Mingfei's face for a moment, then gently moved away. She didn't ask any further questions, but simply reached out and ruffled Hu Dasheng's hair.

"Alright, don't get too cocky. Overdrawing your magic power is no small matter. You need to get some rest when you get back."

"Okay, Sister Miao."

Hu Dasheng responded in a drawn-out voice, but he remained nestled in Jin Miao's arms, lazily motionless.

Lu Mingfei didn't continue the topic. He turned around and looked at a corner of the courtyard.

There was a clump of dandelions growing there.

In this small courtyard deep in the alley, it is no easy task to find a sunny corner for this clump of wild grass.

The pale golden morning light slanted across the fluffy pom-poms, and as the wind blew, a few wisps of snow-white fluff floated gently up, drifting leisurely, as if carrying the bloodshed and carnage of last night to the horizon.

The matter is over.

Yet it seems that it's not truly over yet.

Lu Mingfei took out a painting from behind his back.

The boy's face in the painting is still blurry, but the red line between his eyebrows has faded considerably, like a remnant of the paint.

But it's still there.

Faint, yet stubborn.

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