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Chapter 72 Do you have some misunderstanding about your son?

Lian Feng smiled wryly, cupped his hands in greeting towards the other two, his eyes filled with helplessness.

The top ten on the Dragon and Tiger List are all people of noble status, who are usually elusive and rarely seen.

Today, however, three of them have suddenly appeared in this little-known county town.

These three individuals are all at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, and it is rumored that they can even rival True Immortals for a short period of time.

Such a person came rushing towards him, leaving him utterly speechless.

For a moment, he couldn't help but sigh with a worried expression, even forgetting to wave his feather fan.

Seeing this, Su Qingsi gave him a meaningful look, then smiled sweetly at Zhang Wanjun and said, "Little Wanjun, I have something to do right now. Can I come pick you up later?"

Zhang Wanjun didn't say anything, but just shrank back behind Aunt Zhang again.

Su Qingsi didn't care. She swayed her hips and gracefully walked away amidst the adoring gazes of the crowd.

Luo Ziyuan glanced at the group with a deep look in his eyes, then followed closely behind.

At the same time, Yun Shuying and Xiao Junlin also disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

At this moment, Lian Feng turned around and cupped his hands towards the still-shaken Shen Ru: "I'm so sorry to have frightened you three, Aunt. I deserve to die a thousand deaths! If Brother Lu Ming finds out, I will never be able to atone for my sins."

Suppressing her shock, Shen Ru quickly curtsied and forced a smile: "Young hero, you're too kind. I must thank you for saving me. Ming'er is overjoyed to have a friend like you, and besides, he's always been magnanimous and would never easily blame others."

Lian Feng's body stiffened, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Do you have some misunderstanding about your son?

With his bloodline severed and his ancestral graves destroyed, Wang An probably has something to say from the afterlife.

South of the city, inside the courtyard of the Lu residence.

The shadow of the osmanthus tree spread a dappled shade on the ground, and a few petals fell silently into the cracks of the bluestone.

Lu Ming sat at the stone table, listening quietly to his subordinates report on the situation in the city that day.

His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Heh—Lian Feng, what a mess you've made!"

The Yin Tiger Guard who was reporting below froze, a chill running down his spine.

Lu Ming looked at the handsome centurion in front of him and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Xie Muyan, born into a poor family, whose fortunes have declined, is quite capable, and his performance at the Prince's Mansion yesterday was particularly outstanding.

"Let these young talents who are pouring into the city cause some trouble, as long as they don't go too far."

He looked at Xie Muyan and spoke calmly.

Xie Muyan was taken aback, and immediately understood what he meant.

"Yes, sir—I will have people keep a close watch on them to prevent them from causing any trouble."

Having said that, he slowly took his leave.

Lu Ming watched him disappear through the door, a thoughtful look in his eyes: "Great Teacher, Lian Feng—what exactly do you want to do?"

The Yellow Turban Rebellion has gradually shown signs of defeat, yet it seems that no one cares about the outcome of this uprising, but rather is quietly waiting for something.

Clearly, some secrets circulate only among the upper echelons of Dazhao, and the powerful families have long been planning and strategizing, while only someone of his humble origins remains completely unaware.

"Let it be chaotic. In times of turmoil, only then can dragons and snakes rise from the ashes. How can we, as men, remain subservient to others for long!"

His expression was calm as he spoke slowly.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

"uh-huh!"

With a muffled groan, a trickle of blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"What a wonderful thing to have entered Zhenfu territory unscathed!" — Yun Changfeng, you truly didn't lie to me!

Feeling the clash between the thunder and demonic blood within his body, Lu Ming's expression turned quite grim.

However, he also knew that Yun Changfeng probably didn't expect him to break through to the Zhenfu Realm so quickly.

It's important to understand that cultivation after the Bone Forging Realm requires several years of effort, and it becomes increasingly difficult as you progress.

His rapid breakthrough speed was already contrary to common sense.

"Now that the calming talisman's effect has greatly diminished, I dare not go to Yun Changfeng to ask for the 'Yellow Heaven Great Law' at this moment."

He closed his eyes slightly and murmured to himself, "Now, I can only rely on myself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his mind was once again focused on the Heavenly Heart Scroll:

[Martial Arts: Nine Heavens Thunder Roar (Low-grade Earth-level Skill Book; Perfected 19000/40000)]

[Martial Arts: Moon Toad Scripture (Superior Earth Book, Incomplete; Perfection 39999/40000)]

[Martial Skill: Dragon-Slaying Sword (Low-grade Earth Rank; Mastery 16000/30000)]

He endured the pain in his body and waited expectantly.

Finally, the numbers on the scroll jumped slightly:

[Martial Arts: Moon Toad Scripture (Superior Earth Book, Incomplete; Perfection 40000/40000)] →

[Talent: Laurel Toad Marrow (Supreme)]

"Gurgle—!"

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As a clear toad-like croak exploded within his body, Lu Ming's body jolted violently.

Within his body, his bone marrow trembled violently, then emitted a shimmering jade-like light.

It seemed as if a laurel tree was sprouting new buds from between its branches, growing rapidly and thriving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The radiance gradually spread, slowly forming a moon-like disc on the branch.

A jade toad floated and sank within it, emitting clear and melodious calls.

The cool moonlight instantly spread out, like a silvery river, separating the fierce thunderous power in the bones from the sinister demonic intent in the blood, allowing them to each guard their own corner.

At the same time, endless vitality, like a spring tide, began to permeate the whole body, constantly repairing the body that was once again riddled with holes.

"call-!"

A moment later, Lu Ming opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

The breath condensed into a wisp of white mist under the sunlight, which slowly dissipated.

"We've managed to get through this for now."

He let out a long sigh.

With the powerful physique of Pangu's battle body and the abundant vitality brought by the [Moon Laurel Toad Marrow], the internal conflict was suppressed once again.

Moreover, the immense vitality, along with the blood and qi, continuously nourishes the internal organs, and the cultivation of the Suppressing Organs Realm is advancing at a visible speed.

However, there was no smile on his face.

"The Great Yellow Heaven Technique — we must get our hands on it."

His face was grim, and his eyes flashed with cold light: "Yun Changfeng—I hope you will keep your promise."

Then, he slowly closed his eyes, pushing his internal energy and blood to circulate like a tide, surging endlessly through his meridians.

Three days later, the forces of the four major local tyrants in Yinhu County were completely wiped out by the Patrol Tiger Battalion.

The entire Yinhu County was desolate for a time, but it was also showing signs of great vitality.

With the fall of a whale, all things come to life. Without the monopoly of the four major powers, all industries suddenly burst forth with vibrant vitality.

Lu Ming's power and prestige in Yinhu County reached their peak, and everyone in the streets and alleys knew the name "Catching a Knife in the Wind".

However, with the influx of numerous talented individuals from various sects across the Great Zhao Kingdom, Yinhu County has become increasingly chaotic.

In the early morning, the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms mingled with the crisp scent of morning dew in the courtyard of the Lu residence.

Xie Muyan bowed slightly, head lowered, quietly awaiting Lu Ming's instructions.

"You mean—"

Lu Ming slowly put down his teacup and looked up at Xie Muyan: "Someone wants to seize control of the Patrol Tiger Camp?"

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