Chapter 31: Lu Ren is the Taotie himself, isn't he!

The south of the Luoyun Mijing.

"Cough!"

The old man with half-white hair clutched his chest, spat out a breath in pain, took out a medicinal pill, barely suppressed the injuries he had sustained, and then immediately sat cross-legged in meditation.

When Mei Yulong finished regulating his breath and opened his eyes, deep hatred surged within them.

Originally, he would not have been injured! But he had encountered an enemy! Now, apart from him, not a single person had survived; the waters in this Luoyun Mijing were too deep, truly worthy of being a ten-thousand-year Secret Realm.

He also hated Lu Ren more and more.

If Lu Ren had not killed Ming Cheng, causing him to lose a helper, how could he have ended up in such a wretched state!

Now, not only was he in a wretched state, but he also had to worry about what would happen after leaving the Secret Realm.

Ming Cheng was an elder of the Qingyun Sect, and his biological father was still alive in the world.

That person was a Grand Elder of the Qingyun Sect, long in seclusion, nearing the stage of Ascension! Although Ming Cheng was already old and frail, he was that great expert's only descendant on the Tianxuan Continent.

If he died in the Secret Realm, the Qingyun Sect would be subject to that great expert's wrath, let alone Mei Yulong.

Mei Yulong felt increasing regret.

He swallowed another medicinal pill to calm his surging blood, buried his head as he ducked into a relatively safe place, and patiently laid low.

He could not die!

He had to live to bring the news out, to let the Qingyun Sect know that the true culprit was Lu Ren, to push all the blame onto Lu Ren, and to atone for his crimes through service!...

Nanzhou, Wuliang Gate.

A young novice monk guarding outside a remote ancient dwelling was dozing off when a continuous cracking sound reached his ears.

He jumped up almost immediately in fright, hurriedly rushed inside to look, his eyes splitting with rage, and began to scream as he ran back out.

"It's bad, it's bad, Master Jiufang's life tablet has shattered!"

Those who heard the news flashed into the room where the life tablets were kept, checked several times, and their faces turned ugly.

"Senior Brother Jiufang's life tablet has actually shattered!"

A monk with feminine features had a look of pure ferocity flash in his eyes, his speech like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"Damn it, I don't even know where he died! I want to find his burial place!"

He flung off the dusty robe on his body and strode out the door, but after only one step, a slow Buddhist chant came from behind him.

"Jiu Hui, where are you going?"

Jiu Hui, the feminine monk, turned his head and saw an old monk dressed in ancient yellow, looking at him with eyes devoid of waves or ripples.

Those eyes were so clear, as if they had already seen through everything, making Jiu Hui want to lower his head, but the next second he raised it again, refusing to admit defeat.

"I want to find Senior Brother Jiufang's burial place!"

He spoke word by word, etched into his bones.

"Three hundred years ago, when the soul fragment he left in the temple dissipated, he said that his physical body must have been trapped somewhere, or died somewhere."

"I wanted to go find him then, but you wouldn't allow it, and now Senior Brother Jiufang's life tablet has shattered!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes almost bleeding.

"No one can stop me, I want to bring Senior Brother Jiufang's remains back!"

Monk Tongbei sighed sorrowfully, as if talking to himself, shaking his head and sighing again.

"Every predecessor of our Wuliang Gate who is about to undergo Ascension leaves a soul fragment in the temple. Back then, you were picked up by Senior Predecessor Jiufang and taught personally; he named you Jiu Hui to make you know how to repent. Now, a hundred years have passed, and not only have you failed to calm your heart, but you have become increasingly paranoid."

"It is this old monk's fault for not restraining you; Jiu Hui, you should repent."

"This old monk will never allow you to provoke this karma!"

He spat out lotus flowers, word by word, surrounding Jiu Hui completely. Amidst Jiu Hui's furious, eye-splitting gaze, Tongbei did not look at him, but only turned his prayer beads rapidly.

"I... don't..." Before Jiu Hui could finish his sentence, he was forced to close his eyes and collapse amidst the overlapping lotus flowers.

Tongbei sighed deeply, chanted another Buddhist name, and said slowly: "Yuan Jing, send your senior brother back to rest."

The young novice monk nearby did not dare to breathe loudly and hurriedly carried the man on his back to take him back to the meditation room.

Only Monk Tongbei remained in place, continuously twisting his prayer beads and looking up at the sky.

"Senior Predecessor Jiufang... this karma should not have fallen upon Jiu Hui!"

"He will absolutely not be a match for that fated person, Family Head Lu Ren. Sigh... I can only delay it for a moment."

He smiled bitterly and lowered his head; as he looked down, his eyes held a clarity that seemed to see through everything.

Inside the Luoyun Secret Realm. Lu Ren toyed with the wooden fish in his hand, riding the Qiongqi as his transport, sweeping through the outer perimeter of the Secret Realm step by step.

This wooden fish was somewhat interesting; it could seal Strange Fire and also seal living beings; it was indeed a rare treasure.

After a period of recuperation, Luoyu's Soul Body had solidified quite a bit. At this moment, she was huddled beside Lu Ren, honestly telling him about the matters of the Secret Realm.

One-third of the pointers to opportunities along the way had been pointed out by her.

"That's about all there is. I don't know much either; I am just a soul fragment."

"This place is a fragment of a severed small world. My main soul found this place, chose it as a Daoist site, and after a few hundred years passed in a flash, I ended up burying my bones here together with the monk Jiufang, setting up a legacy, and waiting for a fated person. I am the spirit she split off to guard the legacy."

As she spoke, she stretched her waist.

"But at least I can finally go out now. I don't know what the outside has become."

As for the fact that Lu Ren had extinguished the monk Jiufang's last hope of resurrection? Luoyu did not care at all.

She was just a soul fragment.

Apart from the partial memories given by the main soul, after many years of growth, she had long since become a completely new person.

Who cares if he was Jiufang or Shifang.

Once she finished speaking, Luoyu floated laughingly in front of the Qiongqi, teasing Mo Tianming, who was hanging around the Qiongqi's neck like a necklace.

Mo Tianming:...

His heart was already dead.

The system was gone, the opportunities were gone, and the Storage Bag was gone.

He might as well just kill him!

He swore secretly in his heart that if he could escape one day, he would surely make a comeback, kill Lu Ren, and wash away today's humiliation with blood!

But for now...

He could only convince himself that as long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood.

By this calculation, with two Children of Luck leading the way, Lu Ren could be said to be unstoppable in the Secret Realm, with opportunities practically thrust into his face.

Lu Ren accepted them all without refusal, sighing inwardly.

"Is this the treatment that a Child of Luck enjoys?"

Having experienced such treatment, Lu Ren was only curious about one thing.

He had guarded the area near Yanfen Chixin Hu for a period of time, and until now, with the Secret Realm about to close, no Child of Luck had gone there; that unknown Child of Luck would likely only enter when the Secret Realm opened next time.

He had plundered that Child of Luck's opportunities in advance and had been sweeping through the area frequently.

The system broadcasted almost every time, either Mo Tianming's Qi Luck Value decreasing, or the unknown Child of Luck's Qi Luck Value decreasing.

The further they went in, the faster the unknown one's Qi Luck Value dropped.

Therefore, when the Secret Realm opens again next time, there will be nothing left inside, and that Child of Luck will get nothing.

Luoyun Mijing is not that big; I wonder what the Heavenly Dao will do?

Will it just watch its Child of Luck return empty-handed? I am truly curious.

The fox chasing after Lu Ren's group ran until its paw pads were almost worn through, panting heavily and filled with hatred.

It was so angry it almost vomited blood.

Lu Ren was actually manipulating Mo Tianming and Lu Daocheng, having almost swept clean everything in Luoyun Mijing! What will its future Children of Luck get!! Damn Lu Ren, no wonder he only has three Fierce Beast contracts; he himself must be a Taotie!

A ten-thousand-year Secret Realm is full of crises for anyone, but Lu Ren held two Children of Luck in his hands, entering it as if it were an uninhabited land.

It infuriates the Heavenly Dao!

But it also gave the Heavenly Dao's soul fragment a new idea.

Mo Tianming is already ruined; what a useless piece of trash! It is fortunate that it never intended for this visitor from another world to be of much use anyway.

As expected, it still has to let Qin Yuan make a move; only he is the one who kills Lu Ren in Fate! It glanced at the invisible Lu Ren and the others, knowing he was taking more and more, filled with great hatred, and secretly said: "No, I cannot wait any longer; Lu Ren must die quickly!"

Having said that, the fox's body instantly collapsed limply to the ground, and the Heavenly Dao's soul fragment withdrew from it, turning into a streak of light and leaving Luoyun Mijing directly.

Lu Ren seemed to sense something and looked back, the smile on his lips becoming increasingly inscrutable.

(End of this chapter)