Killing Monks

"open!"

Lu Chengyu gave the order.

The guards worked together to pry open the heavy lead-iron box lid.

In an instant, an indescribable chill spread out, and the guests who were nearby couldn't help but shiver.

There were no swords or blades in the box, but notice a black, silvery glint.

The silvery sheen is because the lead-iron box contains mercury.

Black, because it is mercury, there is also a black knife.

The silvery sheen of mercury intertwines with the pitch-black blade, creating an eerie and chilling visual impact.

The courtyard was completely silent.

Even the wind has stopped.

Lu Chengyu bent down and reached into the mercury.

His hand pierced through the viscous silver liquid, reaching deep inside, and his five fingers slowly gripped the black hilt of the knife.

"Buzz—"

The blade vibrated.

It wasn't a ringing sound, but a deep, resonant sound, as if it came from underground.

Ripples spread across the surface of the mercury, and the black hue slowly rose from the liquid silver, like a sleeping beast being awakened.

Lu Chengyu pulled hard.

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Mercury splashed everywhere.

A long, jet-black sword burst forth from the liquid.

The sword is about four feet long, with a wide back and a thick blade. The handle is as black as ink, and a ferocious beast head is cast on the hilt.

The blade had no luster; instead, it seemed to absorb all the light around it.

The moment it was raised, the red silk, colorful lanterns, and even the autumn sun in the courtyard seemed to dim a little.

Many people even heard angry roars and howls!

A few drops of black water still clung to the blade, slowly sliding down and dripping onto the bluestone slab.

The black water column fell to the ground, restoring its original silvery-white color.

Lu Chengyu stood with his knife in hand, looking at Lu Fei with fervor, longing, and the madness of his long-suppressed ambition bursting forth.

"Fei'er," his voice was gentle, yet it sent chills down one's spine, "it's time for...the final bow."

He's going to kill his own son!

Lu Fei stared intently at Lu Chengyu, a sudden flare of fire igniting in his eyes.

He stepped forward, shielding Tang Shuangshuang behind him, his voice as cold and hard as iron:

"Indeed, I should offer my final respects! To send you on your final journey, you madman!"

Guangyuan suddenly stood up, clutching the mirror hidden in his chest, ready to strike at any moment. Chu Kuangjun, following Guangyuan's instructions, slowly retreated from the courtyard, preparing to provide backup.

"You still want to resist?"

Lu Chengyu gently swung the black knife. Where the blade passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a low whistling sound.

The howling sound was faintly mixed with countless mournful cries and roars, as if the souls of those who had died by the sword over the past hundred years were roaring in unison.

"When a ruler commands a subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die. When a father commands a son to die, the son has no choice but to die." Lu Chengyu slowly raised his sword, the tip pointing at Lu Fei's heart. "Fei'er, now go your way!"

Before he could finish speaking, the black knife suddenly trembled!

Thick, inky black resentment erupted from the blade, instantly filling the entire courtyard.

The black mist was not smoke, but more like a living thing, churning and surging, distorting light and fading color wherever it passed.

In broad daylight, this brightly lit and decorated wedding courtyard was transformed into a dark and gray ghost town in the blink of an eye, shutting out even the autumn sun and leaving only a gloomy and deathly silence.

The black blade slashed silently toward Lu Fei.

There was no sound of wind breaking, no flash of blades, only a pure, all-consuming darkness, aimed straight for the throat.

"What do you mean you have to die! You have a knife, but I have one too!" Instead of retreating, Lu Fei advanced, meeting the incoming black blade with his bare hands.

"This knife, I hear it calling out to me!"

"It says...it's hungry!"

An astonishing scene unfolded.

The black blade that was about to fall suddenly paused the moment it touched Lu Fei's palms!

The blade trembled violently, emitting a humming sound that was almost like a sob.

The jet-black blade hovered an inch in front of Lu Fei's palm. Instead of striking down, it turned slightly, the hilt subtly tilting towards Lu Fei, as if... struggling to break free from Lu Chengyu's control.

"I'm also a member of the Lu family," Lu Fei said, his hands clenched tightly to block the blade's attack. "Why should the Black Blade only recognize you?!"

He actually tried to disarm the knife with his bare hands!

Lu Chengyu's expression changed drastically, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he kicked Lu Fei hard in the chest.

"Bang!"

Lu Fei flew backward, crashing into a wine table behind him, shattering bowls and plates all over the floor.

He groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he still stared intently at the black knife.

"You're just a naive child!" Lu Chengyu's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. "The knife responds to you because you have the blood of the Lu family flowing through your veins!"

"So what? Once you, my rebellious son, are gone, this sword will obey me completely and help me break through to the heavens!"

Without further hesitation, the black blade, imbued with overwhelming resentment and the shadow of death, slashed down once more!

This strike was as fast as a ghost and as ruthless as a venomous snake; the air itself seemed to freeze where the blade struck.

Just as Lu Fei was about to die on the spot, a golden light suddenly shone in the courtyard.

It is the "Mirror of Observation" in Guangyuan's hands.

Guangyuan held the "Mirror of Observation" in his hand, its hazy golden light spreading like mercury, indiscriminately enveloping everyone in the courtyard.

Then, chaos erupted throughout the compound; some people suddenly went berserk, while others became enraged.

"Save Shuangshuang—"

Lu Fei roared amidst the golden light, his voice piercing through the chaos. He knew he couldn't escape the allure of the golden light at this moment, and these words were directed at Guang Yuan.

Guangyuan understood immediately.

His original intention was to use the "Mirror of Karma" to create chaos and fish in troubled waters. At this moment, with the golden light enveloping the area, the guests in the courtyard were either intimidated or ready to take action, making it the perfect opportunity.

His figure moved like lightning, leaving a blur in the golden light, and rushed straight towards Lu Fei.

But just as he was about to touch Lu Fei's clothes, an old voice rang in his ears:

"At such a young age, they've already picked up quite a few crooked and unorthodox methods."

Before the words were finished, the man uttered a single word:

"Certainly."

There was no thunderous force, no dramatic change in the weather.

This single word is like a stone thrown into a still lake.

The "Mirror of Observation" in Guangyuan's hand trembled suddenly!

The golden light flowing across the mirror seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, quickly dimming and shrinking until it condensed into a tiny point of light before being completely extinguished.

The bronze mirror was restored to an ordinary ancient mirror, with no trace of its mystique remaining.

Guangyuan looked down in surprise.

He was stunned; the Mirror of Observation could actually suffer a setback.

What surprised him even more was that the person who spoke was supposedly that slovenly old Taoist priest!

At this moment, the old Taoist priest stood up.

He patted the peanut crumbs off his Taoist robe, his gaze first falling on Guangyuan's face. After looking at him for a moment, he nodded.

"You little monk, you're not a bad person."

The words seemed to come out of nowhere, but Guangyuan understood them. The old Taoist was referring to his actions of risking his life and exposing the "Mirror of Karma" to save his friend.

"But the methods are wicked..." The old Taoist glanced at the dim bronze mirror in Guangyuan's hand, shook his head and said, "The Lu family's knives are nowhere near as wicked as your mirror."

Who in the martial arts world doesn't know the infamous reputation of the Lu family's black knives?

The old Taoist priest actually said it was less sinister than a mirror?

The old Taoist stopped looking at Guangyuan and turned to look at Lu Chengyu, who was holding a black knife.

He spoke with a tone reminiscent of meeting an old friend, asking, "Have you... made up your mind?"

Lu Chengyu looked at the old Taoist priest and suddenly smiled.