Chapter 79: His Smooth-Sailing Life Comes to an Abrupt End

Lu Ren's figure, like a phantom of foam, quietly shattered.

Disturbed by the sword light, his figure instantly appeared behind Long Tian'ao.

Amidst the flickering of the biting sword light, Long Tian'ao suddenly felt a chill in the center of his back.

Immediately following that.

The clothes on his body suddenly exploded, shredding into strips of rags in the air, fluttering and drifting.

Before he could react, flowers of blood suddenly burst forth from the skin all over his body, like fine drizzle falling from the sky, instantly rendering him a bloody mess.

It was unknown when Ji Shisi had appeared on a high rooftop not far away, watching coldly from the sidelines.

Seeing the two figures fighting not far from the city gate, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Senior, have you seen anything?"

Beside him, Lu Daoran asked with some embarrassment.

Ever since the auction house incident, he had deeply realized that his own strength was insufficient and he could not keep up with the Family Head's pace, so after the matter concluded, he had been in seclusion, focusing on cultivation.

It was not just him.

The other juniors of the Lu Family thought the same.

The Family Head's pace was too fast.

If they wanted to keep up, they could only desperately squeeze out their own potential and talent.

However...

Ji Shisi glanced at Lu Daoran indifferently and said slowly, "Your Family Head is truly a genius in the way of the Sword Dao."

Lu Daoran had been dragged out by him by force.

Ji Shisi had long known about this genius of the Lu Family.

After seeing him with his own eyes that day, he had developed a desire to cherish talent.

A connection at first sight.

When Ji Shisi saw Lu Daoran, he suddenly understood.

There was, after all, a master-disciple bond between him and Lu Daoran.

This was destined by heaven and earth.

For such a grand scene, he naturally had to bring his future disciple along to take a good look.

Of course.

He also had to examine the other party's temperament and insight to see if they could meet his standards.

Lu Daoran did not know that he had already been scouted by this senior who was about to undergo Ascension.

Hearing Ji Shisi speak of Lu Ren's aptitude, Lu Daoran's spirits were immediately lifted, and his eyes brightened.

"That goes without saying," he said quickly. "Not to mention this Wanren City, even in the entire Dongzhou, how many can compare to our Family Head's talent? Even I was taught the Sword Dao by the Family Head himself!"

Mentioning Lu Ren, he immediately became full of admiration.

Ji Shisi glanced at the Spear he had been carrying on his back and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He couldn't help but ask, "Oh? Lu Ren taught you the Sword Dao? Then why did you inherit his Spear?"

Mentioning his beloved Spear, a trace of regret appeared in Lu Daoran's expression, and he shook his head gently.

He said, "The Family Head is a genius of the Sword Dao, but he is proficient in all eighteen kinds of weapons."

"This Demon-Breaking Spear is the weapon with which the Family Head became famous in his youth. I was also once entrusted with high hopes by the family. When I had my birthday, the Family Head asked for my wish, and I only asked for his famous weapon."

"I originally wanted to keep up with the Family Head's pace... but alas, I only have talent in the way of the sword, which is truly a pity."

Ji Shisi was speechless for a moment.

He looked at this kid who was still boasting, truly wanting to open his brain to take a look and ask him if he even knew what he was saying.

Only have talent in the way of the sword? Sword Heart, Sword Bone.

Lu Daoran was born for the sword!

A talent that so many people envied, yet it was described by him with regret at this moment.

This kid really isn't afraid of being beaten! Lu Daoran did not feel there was any problem with what he said at all.

He was even thinking in his heart that although his other talents were poor, the Spear could still be used.

Unless he encountered a powerful enemy he could hardly defeat, most of the time, Lu Daoran carried this Demon-Breaking Spear by his side.

Ji Shisi discovered that Lu Daoran truly thought this way and suddenly did not know what to say.

His aged eyes looked at the youth with bright eyes before him.

He suddenly sighed in his heart.

If the child he had taught could have been like Lu Daoran, no matter what, he would not have ended up in this situation.

It was a pity.

He was, after all, not as good at teaching children as Lu Ren.

"Watch carefully," Ji Shisi said in a deep voice, bringing his two fingers together and swiping them over Lu Daoran's eyelids.

Lu Daoran only felt a flash of spiritual light pass by, and then the whole world seemed to have opened its doors to him.

A torrent of countless information surged toward his eyes.

He opened his mouth in disbelief.

"What is this?"

Lu Daoran, who had been famous since his youth, rarely had a moment where he could not maintain his composure.

Ji Shisi, however, did not answer his question. He gripped Lu Daoran's shoulder tightly and repeated, "Use this pair of eyes I have given you, and watch carefully."

Let him also see how deep this master-disciple bond was.

……

Long Aotian was overcome with shame and fury.

He swiftly retrieved clothing from his Storage Bag and changed into it, the speed taking no more than a second.

But there was almost no one present who was a mere mortal.

Even if he changed as fast as he could, that pale, bare body had still been seen completely by everyone.

A chorus of snickers and muffled laughter immediately erupted all around.

Fortunately, he had kept his lower regions covered the whole time; he still had his loincloth on, so he didn't have to change that, nor did he have to parade his manhood in the street.

But even so, Long Tian'ao still felt he had suffered a humiliating disgrace.

"Lu Ren, you are truly vicious beyond compare!"

"It seems I should no longer hold back against you!"

Long Tian'ao said this while looking toward Feng Ruyan at his side.

Feng Ruyan understood what was happening almost immediately.

She let out a sharp cry, "Tian'ao, I have come to assist you."

The two worked together, their swords joining forces to besiege Lu Ren.

Under the Law of Causality, Long Tian'ao's sword strikes became increasingly swift and thunderous, and combined with his eyes, which had already turned blood-red from killing, it only made his lack of character more apparent.

Yet, with the help of the Law of Causality, even a piece of trash could rise to power.

Lu Ren could not help but let his thoughts wander.

Is this what a protagonist is?

Regardless of the protagonist's character, appearance, temper, aptitude, or even what kind of person they are, those favored by Heaven will eventually accomplish great things.

And what of the supporting characters?

All supporting characters, villains, and cannon fodder, as long as they do not stand on the protagonist's side, no matter how excellent they are, no matter how astonishing their natural talent, they will always fail in whatever they do.

Those with much help succeed.

Those with little help fall short of success.

Is this Fate? Lu Ren divided his attention.

He could not stop himself from sneering in his heart.

But he refused to accept his fate.

He was determined to break free from his own fate.

"Ding!"

Before Long Tian'ao's incredulous eyes, the sword in his hand was sent flying with a flick.

The tip of the sword in Lu Ren's hand traced a graceful arc; he stood tall with one hand behind his back, his gaze toward him as if looking at a dead man.

That sword-wielding hand swept swiftly across Long Tian'ao's neck.

Fresh blood shot out like an arrow.

A spray of it burst out with a *whoosh*, drenching Feng Ruyan, who was nearby, from head to face.

Feng Ruyan was completely stunned.

She had known Long Tian'ao since he was at his lowest.

Although, at that time, she had held Long Tian'ao in particularly low regard.

Yet, Long Tian'ao had somehow encountered some opportunity, rising section by section like bamboo; ever since he turned his life around, he had never suffered a single defeat.

He had even rarely been injured.

And now...

When Feng Ruyan turned her head to look, she saw that Long Tian'ao's neck was held together by only a thin layer of skin.

A cultivator whose neck is slashed will not necessarily die immediately.

Long Tian'ao was clearly one of them.

After a brief moment of terror and bewilderment, he retreated rapidly, as if fleeing from the gaping maw of an abyss.

With one hand supporting his neck, his other hand quickly sprinkled medicine onto the wound.

Blood gurgled and surged from the wound, as if it would never stop.

As pain and blood eroded his physical body, Long Tian'ao was suddenly afraid.

His brain came back online for a brief moment.

What is going on?

Why did the Law of Causality not take effect?

How could Lu Ren possibly have injured him!? Why did his smooth-sailing life suddenly come to an abrupt end here?

Where exactly did it go wrong??

(End of chapter)