One person: Lu Jin, do I look like your master?

If you see injustice and have the ability, then... sweep it away!

Thinking of this, the last trace of emotion in Wang Xuan's eyes returned to calm.

A crisp yet chilling sound of bones cracking rang out sharply in the silent forest.

Dou Mei's struggling limbs suddenly stiffened, the light in her eyes quickly dimmed, her head tilted to one side at an unnatural angle, and she fell completely silent.

Wang Xuan released his grip, and Dou Mei's body slumped softly to the ground. He didn't even glance at her again, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

Thus, of the main force of Quanxing that besieged Lu Jin, apart from Xia He and Yuan Tao who escaped, three of the four Zhang Kuang were all killed, a truly heavy loss.

After dealing with these small fry, he turned around and slowly walked towards Lu Jin, who was still kneeling on the spot, her emotions completely broken.

At this moment, Lu Jin had lost all trace of the majesty of the "Ten Elders" and the composure of a "flawless life".

He knelt on the cold ground like a lost and wronged child, his hands stained with his own blood and dirt.

He clutched his head tightly, letting out a heart-wrenching cry that had been suppressed to the extreme before finally erupting.

The cries were mournful and desolate, filled with endless regret, self-blame, and longing.

Those who didn't know better would really think he was still trapped in the painful illusion created by Gao Ning's Twelve Labors of Emotions.

"Old Master Lu."

Wang Xuan walked to his side, squatted down, softened his voice, and with a barely perceptible sigh, gently patted Lu Jin's trembling shoulder.

As Wang Xuan called out, Lu Jin seemed to regain a sliver of consciousness, and he slowly raised his head.

Through his teary eyes, he saw Wang Xuan's young and handsome face, which bore a striking resemblance to his mentor, Zuo Ruotong, in his memory.

That glance pierced Lu Jin's heart once again.

It's him... yet it's not him... It's that longed-for realm... yet it belongs to a strange young man... Is it hope? Is it disillusionment? Is it relief? Or is it a deeper sense of guilt?

Complex emotions gnawed at Lu Jin's heart like venomous snakes, causing his already subsided sobs to surge again, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only let out hoarse, broken sobs, tears streaming down his face, looking utterly miserable.

Wang Xuan could see clearly that Lu Jin was already very old. He had just been targeted by the four Zhang Kuangs, which had greatly depleted his mental energy. He had also been attacked by Yuan Tao, and he already had hidden injuries in his body.

If he were to continue experiencing such intense grief and sorrow, his already exhausted body would likely collapse before anyone else could intervene. This could lead to disordered meridians, reversed Qi flow, or even immediate death!

Wang Xuan gently shook his head; he couldn't let him continue to lose control of his emotions like this.

Without further hesitation, he pointed his fingers like a knife, aimed at an acupoint on the back of Lu Jin's neck, and delivered a precise and gentle chop.

Lu Jin's crying stopped abruptly, her body went limp, and she fell forward.

Wang Xuan reached out and supported his limp body, and with a little effort, he steadily hoisted the 110-year-old man onto his shoulder.

We can't let him get so emotional anymore.

In any case, Lu Jin is already a centenarian this year. Such intense emotional fluctuations would be a huge burden on his physical and mental health, and could even be fatal.

At his age, having weathered so many storms and hardships, let's let him calm down and get through tonight peacefully first.

Wang Xuan, carrying Lu Jin, determined the direction and began to walk slowly back towards the Celestial Master's Mansion. The moonlight cast a long shadow of his, and the forest returned to silence, leaving only the cold corpses of Gao Ning, Shen Chong, and Dou Mei to tell the story of the brief but thrilling conflict that had just occurred.

Chapter 56 The Old Celestial Master's Perverse Pleasures!

Wang Xuan carried Lu Jin on his back, walking steadily along the mountain path back to the Celestial Master's Mansion.

A night breeze swept through the woods, bringing a touch of coolness and dispelling some of the lingering stench of blood from the recent battle.

However, after taking only a few steps, Wang Xuan paused slightly.

His keen senses detected a faint, yet unnatural, fluctuation of Qi emanating from the canopy of a dense ancient tree to his side.

Its aura was as vast as the sea, unfathomable, yet it carried a deliberately restrained playfulness.

He stopped, without looking up, and simply spoke towards the tree, his tone slightly mocking:

"You're in quite a mood, old man. It's the middle of the night, and you still have the leisure to hide in a tree and watch a live performance?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the branches of the big tree swayed slightly, and a figure floated down from it, landing silently, like a feather.

The newcomer was tall and wore an ordinary Taoist robe. He had a long, white beard and a smile on his face that suggested he was enjoying the show. Who else could it be but the Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei?

"Hehehe..."

The old master smiled like a cunning old fox who had stolen a chicken, showing no embarrassment at being caught "peeping." Instead, he waved a brand-new smartphone in his hand, its screen still lit up.

"There's no other way, it's a rare opportunity. I've known this old guy for over a hundred years, and I've rarely seen him cry so uncontrollably, without any regard for his image."

This is precious historical material; I need to keep it as a memento. I can take it out and reminisce about it from time to time; it'll bring me joy for years to come.

Looking at the old Celestial Master's expression, Wang Xuan's lips twitched slightly, and he almost laughed.

This top-notch master is actually quite a... genuine person in private. No wonder he's the soul of the "old-timer anime" that fans jokingly call the series. Even his antics are top-notch, without any of the airs of a hermit master.

"Master, please savor this moment. I'll take Elder Lu back to rest now."

Wang Xuan was too lazy to get involved in this old man's childish quirks and simply said one thing.

The next moment, without any apparent movement, his figure carrying Lu Jin blurred slightly like a ghost, then completely disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faint trace of spatial fluctuation in the air.

The speed was so fast that even the old master raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Tsk, that kid, he's quick to run away."

The old celestial master looked in the direction where Wang Xuan disappeared, shook his head, and then put away his joking expression.

He had initially noticed the unusual activity in the back mountain, first sensing that Xia He had run away with Ling Yu, and planned to go check the situation first.

But then he sensed Wang Xuan's unique and powerful aura and it seemed that a brief but intense conflict had occurred, so he changed his mind and came to take a look.

Unexpectedly, upon arrival, they witnessed Lu Jin breaking down in tears and Wang Xuan swiftly and decisively dealing with the four arrogant figures, a truly "unexpected delight."

He put away his phone, turned his gaze to the direction where Xia He had led Zhang Lingyu away, and with a swift movement, he disappeared into the night, silently following after them.

Lingyu was still a bit of a worry for him.

On the other side, Wang Xuan, carrying Lu Jin, flashed through the mountains and forests, covering a great distance in just a few moments. The outline of the Celestial Master's Mansion was already in sight.

However, as they passed through a relatively open clearing in the woods, Wang Xuan's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He sensed a series of mixed Qi fluctuations and faint sounds of arguing coming from ahead, clearly indicating that two groups of people were facing off.

Normally, he might have walked around it or stopped to take a look.

But at this moment, he was carrying a centenarian who had fallen into a coma after becoming emotionally agitated, and all he wanted was to get him back to a safe place to rest as soon as possible. What did the turmoil ahead have to do with him?

He didn't stop walking, nor did he slow down; he walked straight toward the direction from which the Qi aura was coming from.

Upon arrival, the scene before them was immediately apparent. In the open space, two groups were locked in a tense standoff.

One side has fewer people, only two.

One of them had pink hair and a pretty face; she was Lu Jin's great-granddaughter, Lu Linglong. At this moment, her pretty face was filled with murderous intent, as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

Beside her stood Zhang Chulan, who always seemed a bit timid but had a clever look in his eyes. Lightning crackled around him as he warily stared at the person opposite him.

Their opponents were led by a man with a gloomy demeanor, casual attire, and eyes that seemed indifferent to everything.

This person exudes an extremely ominous aura that stirs up dark and negative emotions in people's hearts. He is none other than Tu Junfang, an extremely troublesome character in the Quanxing sect, known as the "Three Corpses"!

Behind him followed several fierce-looking, clearly not benevolent, Quanxing demons.

They were also holding an injured woman who wore glasses.

Wang Xuan's sudden arrival, and in an extremely abrupt way—carrying a person and barging into the confrontation scene as if taking a stroll—instantly broke the original balance and attracted the attention of everyone present!

"Grandpa!!!"

Hiding behind Zhang Chulan, Lu Linglong was intently watching Tu Junfang when she caught a glimpse of the familiar figure on Wang Xuan's shoulder out of the corner of her eye, especially that pale face. She immediately gasped in surprise, her voice trembling with excitement!

She never imagined that she would see her great-grandfather here, especially in such a comatose state, being carried by someone!

Zhang Chulan was also taken aback, and subconsciously protected Lu Linglong even more, his eyes scanning back and forth between Wang Xuan and Tu Junfang with suspicion.

They had no idea whether this mysterious young man in white was friend or foe, or why he was carrying Old Master Lu Jin.

On the Quanxing side, a hint of surprise flashed in Tu Junfang's indifferent eyes, and the henchmen behind him gripped their weapons even tighter.

Both sides subconsciously believed that this suddenly appearing, unfathomable figure was likely a hidden trap set by the other side!

However, Wang Xuan ignored the wary, suspicious, and nervous looks from these two groups of people.

He had only one goal—to return to the Celestial Master's Mansion. He seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere before him, and was about to walk straight through the open space between the two groups of people.

This complete disregard made the hot-tempered henchmen of the Quanxing faction feel humiliated.

Especially when they realized that the person Wang Xuan was carrying on his shoulder was one of the key targets of the Quanxing Mountain Attack—the Ten Elders Lu Jin, their greed and ferocity instantly overwhelmed their vigilance.

A burly man with a face full of scars suddenly stepped forward, pointed at Wang Xuan, and shouted sternly:

"Hey! You over there! Did you hear me? Put that old geezer off your shoulder and get the hell out of here! Otherwise, we'll take care of you too!"

The other members of the Quanxing faction also started making a fuss, trying to intimidate this seemingly unapproachable but actually quite "stubborn" guy with their presence.

Tu Junfang did not speak to stop him, but simply looked at Wang Xuan with his lifeless eyes, as if he was assessing something.

Wang Xuan's steps finally paused slightly because of the rebuke.

Chapter 57 The Three Demon Sects

Wang Xuan paused slightly at the arrogant rebuke.

He turned his head, his calm and unwavering gaze falling on the burly Quanxing man who had reprimanded him.

There was no anger or even any emotion in his gaze, as if he were looking at a stone or a dead tree. But this extreme indifference brought a suffocating sense of oppression.

Lu Linglong, who was excitedly about to rush over, was held back by Zhang Chulan's arm.

"Linglong! Calm down! Don't be impulsive!"

Zhang Chulan lowered his voice and spoke urgently, his eyes fixed on Wang Xuan.

"The situation is unclear, let's take a look first! This person... doesn't seem to be with the other group!"

Zhang Chulan has extremely keen observation skills. He noticed that Wang Xuan completely ignored or even slightly disliked the Quanxing group's clamor.

Moreover, the person he was carrying on his shoulder was Lu Jin, who, by all accounts, did not seem to be reinforcements for the Quanxing faction. Taking action rashly at this moment could very well lead to unnecessary misunderstandings or even danger.

Although Lu Linglong was extremely anxious and worried about her great-grandfather's condition, she also understood that Zhang Chulan's words made sense. She forcibly suppressed her impulse, bit her lower lip, and nervously watched the scene.

The next moment, a scene that everyone will never forget unfolded.

Wang Xuan's figure vanished completely from the spot without warning, right before everyone's eyes!

"what?!"

"What about people?!"

A commotion and exclamations erupted from the Quanxing side. Everyone instinctively tensed up and looked around, trying to spot Wang Xuan.

However, their response was too slow.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

A series of dull, rapid sounds of flesh colliding rang out like popping beans!

Those Quanxing lackeys who were still shouting didn't even have time to react. They were hit hard as if by invisible hammers, and they flew backward in all sorts of twisted and miserable postures, screaming!

He coughed up blood mid-air and crashed heavily into the distant woods and open ground. He passed out without uttering a sound, and his fate was unknown.

The whole process was faster than anyone could imagine, as if a gust of wind had blown by and all the Quanxing demons standing there had been wiped out!

When everyone's eyes instinctively focused back on the arena, they were horrified to discover that Wang Xuan had returned to his original spot at some point, as if he had never moved.

But his free left hand, like an iron clamp, tightly gripped the throat of Tu Junfang, the only Quanxing member still standing, lifting him off the ground!

Tu Junfang's eyes, which had been lifeless and indifferent, were now wide open, filled with extreme horror and disbelief!

He didn't even see how the other party made their move, nor did he feel any intense fluctuations in Qi. He only felt a blur before his eyes and a tightness in his throat before all his people were sent flying, while he himself fell into the other party's absolute control!

This speed and this power were completely beyond his comprehension!

"what?!"

This time, the exclamations came from Zhang Chulan and Lu Linglong. Both were equally stunned by what had happened in the blink of an eye, their spines turning cold!

They knew Wang Xuan might be very strong, but to be this strong, to eliminate all of Quanxing, including Tu Junfang, with a wave of his hand, was still far beyond their imagination!