Chapter 29: In the End, I Won This Game

Directly beneath Yanfen Chixin Hu, a buzzing sound suddenly erupted, and the ground shook so violently that it was difficult to keep one's balance.

Lu Ren seemed not to feel this sudden tremor while underground; the snake blade in his hand flickered with a sharp edge, its keen sword Qi slicing into the cracked and damaged lotus seed, causing the seed to float into the air and spin rapidly.

"It even has its own consciousness?" Lu Ren only watched for a moment before he understood.

The lotus seed was the vessel for Jiufang Heshang to possess, a foundation for his resurrection that he had prepared for himself.

His soul was attached to it, waiting only for the day it would take root and sprout, allowing him to be reborn.

Whether it was his blood relatives or fellow practitioners from Fomen who entered, none would hinder his rebirth; on the contrary, they would even lend him a helping hand.

This was something Jiufang Heshang had calculated before his death.

But for all his calculations, he had not counted on the person who entered possessing a deep karmic connection with the Buddha path, yet coming with ill intent.

Lu Ren did not even use his main weapon.

The snake blade was a weapon he had enjoyed using for a very long time; it had been forged by an elder of the Lu Family, and it contained the essence blood of Lu Family clansmen who had been killed. Once it fell into Lu Ren's hands, it was even more like an extension of his own arm.

Using one's own clansmen to forge weapons.

This was also the reason why the Lu Family's reputation in Dongzhou had never been very good.

And the owner of the essence blood within this snake blade was even that elder's own son.

The rage pouring out from the lotus seed scorched the entire stone chamber until it was searing hot, and the lake water above began to boil, yet Lu Ren, who was inside, remained completely unaffected.

This bit of firepower was not even as intense as when he had subdued the Red Lotus Karma Fire, being roasted by flames and tossed about until he was nearly turned into a dried husk.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and the snake blade drilled into the cracked, wrinkled skin of the lotus seed, forcibly resisting the pressure from within to split the lotus seed open!

A faint, indistinct scream rippled through the air, and the lotus seed, split in two, instantly lost its vitality, falling straight into the bronze tripod and turning to ash.

This Jiufang Heshang, whose origins were unknown, had been wiped from this world entirely without even opening his eyes.

The moment the lotus seed completely shattered, countless rare treasures suddenly emerged in the stone chamber, as if they had been spat out.

Lu Ren backhanded them into his Storage Bag, and after he had finished collecting them, he opened the bag to take a look and shook his head.

They were basically all materials for reshaping a physical body; a few of the ingredients were indeed rare, and some were even extinct.

It seemed that this Jiufang Heshang did not fully trust others to exert themselves to reshape his body for him.

If someone were willing to be a sucker, he could naturally save the items he had prepared.

If not, it would not result in his resurrection becoming a wasted effort.

When Lu Ren pierced the lotus seed, he had sensed that Jiufang Heshang was about to awaken; he had left more than one contingency plan for himself.

But Lu Ren could not be bothered to give him even a single chance, directly exterminating this cunning monk completely.

However, apart from that, most of the items in the Storage Bag were Fomen Treasure Tools, things Lu Ren had no use for.

He collected the remaining items in the stone chamber and turned to leave, but unexpectedly, the rouge-red color in the air did not dissipate with the demise of Jiufang Heshang; instead, as time passed, it became even thicker.

Lu Ren's gaze deepened.

The aura in this stone chamber was becoming increasingly thick and chaotic, as if something was about to break through the ground.

Almost without thinking, he immediately flashed out of the stone chamber, violently splitting the top of the chamber open to return to the shore.

"Family Head!"

Just as Lu Ren arrived at the shore, Lu Daocheng and the others could not wait to greet him, their faces full of joy.

Mo Tianming, looking aggrieved, was also dragged along, his heart filled with hatred.

Lu Ren did not speak, instead using a gesture to pause them, standing alone on the shore with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

The clothes on his body had instantly dried the moment he came up, with only wisps of intoxicating red lingering on them.

The system's notification had arrived the moment he broke the lotus seed, but it was somewhat strange.

【Host has seized the Buddhist cultivation inheritance opportunity of Mo Tianming, Child of Luck Mo Tianming's Qi Luck Value -50,000!】

【Host has released the Demon Beast Yanfen Chixin Die, Child of Luck ***'s Qi Luck Value -100,000!】 Plus the 30,000 from seizing the Alchemy Inheritance...

【Child of Luck Mo Tianming's remaining Qi Luck Value: 1,350,000】

【Host's Qi Luck Value: 4,340,000】

Lu Ren was first thoughtful; the addition and subtraction of Qi Luck Value should be determined by the magnitude of the impact on the future of the Child of Luck. Mo Tianming did not particularly lack an alchemy inheritance, so it was only 30,000.

But...

He looked at the system's notification.

Who was it?

A Child of Luck who did not even have a name, meaning he had not yet come into contact with them, and the Yanfen Chixin Die...

In a flash of inspiration, a conjecture broke through the surface in Lu Ren's mind.

But the most important piece was still missing! While he was pondering this in his mind, the earth-shaking Yanfen Chixin Hu finally calmed down, but what followed was the Yanfen Chixin Hu splitting right down the middle! A wet figure crawled up from the lake water.

Behind her were translucent silver wings that did not look human, her skin was glowing white, and the butterfly wings were tattered and hanging on both sides of her body, the phosphorus powder on them completely gone; she was in blood-stained clothes, looking as desolate as if she had just come off a battlefield.

Yet she did not care at all, only stroking her hands, which still bore the marks of chains embedded in the bone, weeping with joy.

Along with this came her increasingly frantic laughter.

"Ha! Hahahaha!!!"

"Jiufang, you are finally dead!"

"In the end, I won this game."

"I survived!"

She raised her hands and roared at the firmament above the Secret Realm, wantonly venting the joy in her heart, her intoxicated red eyes filled with hatred and ruthlessness.

The blood on her body was still dripping, flowing into Yanfen Chixin Hu, making the rouge-red in the lake even more intense.

No wonder her cultivation was only at the Purple Mansion realm; it was clearly because she had fallen from a higher level.

No wonder it was said that even if there were no treasures in Yanfen Chixin Hu, one could still sit and meditate to cultivate.

The mist here is entirely the Spirit Power and blood of this woman.

The Smoke-Powder Red-Heart Butterfly lowered her eyes to look at the ripples in the lake, hatred and loathing flashing alternately in her gaze.

Damn that bald donkey! Damn Jiufang! She was originally a solitary butterfly demon, but because of her deep affinity with Buddhism, she was forcibly abducted by this damn bald donkey who wanted to form a contract with her.

She refused, so she was kept bound within a wooden fish, listening to the chanting of Buddhist scriptures every day until she felt like vomiting.

Later, when Jiufang felt he was about to pass away, he even suppressed her beneath him, unwilling to let her die alone even in death!

The Smoke-Powder Red-Heart Butterfly knew Jiufang's intentions.

If he could be resurrected, he would devour her; if he could not, he would drag her to death with him.

A thing with impure senses is actually called a master by others!

The Smoke-Powder Red-Heart Butterfly nearly ground her teeth to pieces in hatred.

Unfortunately, her skills were inferior to his, so she could only wait helplessly for her own death.

But!

"Heaven does not forsake me! Heaven does not forsake me!"

The more she muttered, the brighter her gaze became; looking at the person on the shore, she realized that was her savior.

The Smoke-Powder Red-Heart Butterfly hurriedly restrained all her emotions, walked over, and bowed respectfully.

"Smoke-Powder Red-Heart Butterfly Yanxin greets Senior, and thanks Senior for the grace of saving my life!"

(End of chapter)