Chapter 12: Could you look past this for the sake of this old man's face and spare them?

After Yi Huanyue finished speaking, almost everyone held their breath, carefully observing Lu Ren's attitude; it was as if they would explode into action the moment Lu Ren said something wrong.

"Leave a line of retreat for others, so we may meet again in the future." Lu Ren slowly repeated Yi Huanyue's words, sneering as he indifferently raised his eyes.

"You come to my Wanren City to run wild, and you still expect to have a future?"

Oh no.

In an instant, Yi Huanyue felt a sense of crisis explode right beside her ear.

She gritted her teeth and, without another word, her figure immediately burst into a blood mist as she prepared to flee.

If Qin Yuan could escape after apprenticing under her sister, there was no reason she couldn't!

Lu Ren's attitude was leisurely as he casually tossed the long sword that had been trembling beside him; the sword seemed to have been prepared long ago, and before the terrified eyes of the crowd, it pierced straight through the blood mist Yi Huanyue had transformed into.

Not only did it not pass through the blood mist, but everyone also heard a sharp, miserable scream erupt from within it.

"Ah!!!"

Yi Huanyue was unable to maintain her form and fell from mid-air, vomiting blood incessantly, her face filled with terror.

"Why? How could you possibly pull me out of the blood mist!"

Knowing she could not escape death today, she glared at Lu Ren with hatred, gritting her teeth.

"It has been over ten years, Lu Ren, you are still as hateful as ever!"

"My sister died at your hands back then, but I hate that my talent is inferior to yours, leaving me unable to avenge her; otherwise, I would certainly eliminate you to resolve the hatred in my heart!"

She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and said hatefully: "Now that I have fallen into your hands, no matter how much I say, you will not show me mercy. Do as you will with me!"

On the famous Beauty Ranking of Dongzhou, Yi Huanyue was ranked among the best, and after Yi Yaoyue was killed by Lu Ren, she ascended to the fifth seat.

Seeing such a beauty about to perish, most of those present felt heartbroken.

Yet, no one dared to look at Lu Ren with accusatory eyes.

This was the benefit of strength.

Lu Ren sighed lightly, the smile on his lips slightly mocking.

It wasn't just about strength; one also had to be a villain. If it were Qin Yuan here today, such a clean and decisive matter would have been fraught with complications.

Yi Huanyue's plan was not wrong, but unfortunately, she had chosen the wrong person for her tactics.

He was, after all, a "villain."

Lu Ren acted cleanly and decisively, striking the top of Yi Huanyue's head with his palm, ending the life and Dao path of this fifth-ranked beauty.

Yi Huanyue's corpse fell limply to the ground; even in death, a trace of disbelief remained on her face, as if she had never imagined her life would end here.

【Killed the confidante of the Child of Luck, Qin Yuan; Qin Yuan's Qi Luck Value -30,000】

【Host's cumulative Qi Luck Value: 190,000】

【Qin Yuan's Qi Luck Value: 610,000】

Lu Ren looked down at Yi Huanyue's corpse and said indifferently: "Your sister came to me that day wanting to engage in dual cultivation, so I finished her off. But regardless of the reason, on the path of immortality, those who are less skilled than others deserve to die."

He enunciated the last few words very softly.

Yet, falling into the ears of those present, it made their scalps tingle for a moment.

If it came to being less skilled, who among those present could compare to the strength of Lu Ren? Just as everyone thought they would never walk out of Wanren City today, some dragging footsteps came from not far away, and with a heavy sigh, an Old Beggar appeared before everyone's eyes.

Lu Ren was not at all surprised to see this person.

The Supreme Elder of the Qingyun Sect, and also the Sect Master's martial uncle, Qingchengzi.

Years ago, this old man had already been lying in a corner of Wanren City; how could Lu Ren not know? He had always kept a tight grip on his surroundings, remaining extremely vigilant.

The reason he had come to Wanren City was that he was worried Lu Ren's murderous nature was too heavy. Seeing this today, Qingchengzi could not help but stop and sigh bitterly. "This old man has arrived a step too late."

Yi Huanyue's death was not exactly miserable, but her soul had been completely erased; even if a Great Luo Immortal came, they could not save her.

But since he was currently on Lu Ren's turf, and seeing Lu Ren's clearly impatient expression, Qingchengzi let out a breath.

"Lu Family Head, today's events were indeed the fault of those present toward you."

"I wonder if you could look past this for the sake of this old man's face and spare them?"

Lu Ren did not speak.

He watched Qingchengzi with composure, the meaning in his gaze self-evident.

Qingchengzi could only say helplessly: "This old man is willing to trade a spot in the Thousand-Year Thunder Marsh Secret Realm."

There were many Secret Realms in this world, but there were even more cultivators and mortals—as numerous as the hairs on an ox—so naturally, there were not enough to go around.

Moreover, Secret Realms were divided into ten-year, hundred-year, thousand-year, and ten-thousand-year grades.

Secret Realms formed only a few decades ago usually held no danger and were mostly places for the juniors of major sects to gain experience.

The same was true for hundred-year ones.

But starting from thousand-year Secret Realms, they were filled with many dangers.

The Secret Realm that Qingchengzi was offering to trade for these people's lives could not possibly be a mundane thing.

One could tell just by looking at the few youths behind him.

One of the youths was extremely anxious and hurriedly tried to dissuade him: "Sect Master Martial Uncle, that Thunder Marsh Secret Realm is your..."

"No need to say more." Qingchengzi directly cut off what he wanted to say.

In front of someone with Lu Ren's temperament, talking about what is precious or rare was useless.

Those in positions of power never cared about the words of others.

Qingchengzi was extremely sincere and added another sentence: "That Thunder Marsh Secret Realm will open at the end of this year; it will not make the Lu Family Head wait too long."

"Young Master Lu Daoran is a sword cultivator and also practices thunder techniques; the Thunder Marsh Secret Realm is just right for him. Furthermore, there is a sword cultivator legacy in that Secret Realm that has yet to be obtained by anyone."

"If the Lu Family Head is willing, I can tell you the location of that legacy!"

Lu Daoran was somewhat pleasantly surprised.

Although he was a sword cultivator, the Lu Family's foundation was not deep, not as profound as those major sects; if he could find a cultivation technique suitable for himself, his strength would certainly be able to reach a higher level.

Yet the next second, he hid his joy.

Knowing of such a Secret Realm was also a leak of information; regardless of whether he was willing to release people or agree to a trade, that was Lu Ren's business.

The resources of the Lei Ze Mi Jing belonged even more to Lu Ren; whether or not to hand them over to the clan was also Lu Ren's freedom.

Lu Daoran cast an unfriendly glance at Qingchengzi.

This old thing kept mentioning him by name, clearly digging a pit.

Under Lu Daoran's worried gaze, Lu Ren suddenly smiled.

He spoke bluntly: "As expected of Sect Leader Qingchengzi, you truly have a silver tongue, heh..."

"What a pity, can just such a Secret Realm be exchanged for the lives of dozens of Saint Realm experts in my hands?"

"Even when mortals do business, they don't open their mouths like a lion this wide."

(End of chapter)