Chapter 90: Half-Human, Half-Demon Body

The heavy sesame flatbread and the fragrant wontons were delivered intact into the hands of Lu Daocheng.

The owner of the flatbread stall habitually called out, "Alright, here you go, take care, come back again when you've finished eating!"

Lu Daocheng nodded with a smile and carried the items as he walked toward home.

Before entering the Lu Family, he had once thought the Lu Family was a large clan with strict and harsh rules.

Perhaps he would feel extremely stifled inside.

But in order to climb higher, he did not dare to slack off for even a moment, treating entering the Lu Family and serving the Lu Family as his lifelong wish and dream.

This was not just because he had ambition, but also to fulfill his mother's dying wish.

Yet he had never imagined that although the Lu Family had strict rules, there was actually only one so-called strict rule.

Do not betray, do not abandon.

At other times, warmth and seriousness mostly coexisted.

Today, this flatbread and these wontons were for him to eat together with a good friend he had made in the clan.

Thinking this, Lu Daocheng's mood grew even higher, and his pace quickened.

He had only been practicing cultivation for a short time; although his aptitude was good, his realm had not yet improved.

But.

Fortunately, flying in the air was forbidden in Wanren City.

Everyone else looked no different from him.

This meant Lu Daocheng did not notice the old man who seemed somewhat furtive behind him.

But his sixth sense as a Child of Luck was warning him.

Lu Daocheng turned his head to look with alertness.

But just as his body had the tendency to turn, he felt a gust of wind blow from behind him.

A massive force struck his chest, making his vision go black for an instant.

Following the momentum of this force, the flatbread and wontons in his hands fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

And after the flatbread hit the ground, Lu Daocheng's figure also vanished from the spot.

At the same time.

Lu Ren suddenly opened his eyes.

Originally, he had been in seclusion, focusing on comprehending the gains from his discussion of the Dao with Ji Shisi.

But the moment Lu Daocheng disappeared within his city, he sensed it instantly.

Fury surged into Lu Ren's heart.

Who was it?

To dare to touch his people within his city! Without a word, Lu Ren flashed and vanished above the Lu Family.

He headed toward the place where he had last sensed Lu Daocheng's Qi.

Those eyes, originally calm, were now filled with biting killing intent.

Anyone who saw them would not doubt what kind of terrifying retaliation would follow if that thief dared to appear before him.

……

……

Lu Daocheng was jolted awake.

A shoulder so thin it seemed to be nothing but bone pressed against his chest, making him almost vomit his New Year's Eve dinner.

Although he had woken up, he remained calm and composed, opening his eyes to carefully observe his surroundings.

But the person who had abducted him was not so easily fooled.

The campfire crackled and popped.

This was a ruined temple, and Lu Daocheng was quite familiar with this place.

In his earlier years, before he had entered the Lu Family, he would often spend the night in the ruined temples outside the city.

This ruined temple was one where he had spent the night before.

However, it had been in disrepair for years, and after a beggar died here, no one would come this way anymore.

Just as Lu Daocheng was calmly sizing up his surroundings, thinking about how to escape, the faint voice of the person who had abducted him reached his ears.

"Since you're awake, there's no need to keep pretending."

Mo Wugui paced over slowly under the glow of the campfire.

He reached out a hand and gripped Lu Daocheng's chin tightly to examine him closely; upon seeing the natural purple Qi on Lu Daocheng's face, a flash of complexity and jealousy crossed his eyes.

"What a truly talented young master of the Lu Family!" Mo Wugui sneered.

"I just wonder if that foster father of yours will risk his life when he hears the news that your life is hanging in the balance?"

Foster father?

A sudden realization dawned in Lu Daocheng's heart. It seemed he was suffering a disaster on someone else's behalf this time.

But he felt no resentment in his heart.

Although he could not gauge the strength of the old man before him, he knew that neither he nor Lu Daoran could contend with him.

Moreover, the other party had explicitly named Lu Ren.

Neither he nor Lu Daoran could stay out of this.

Lu Daocheng endured the pain in his body, "I don't know what you're talking about; perhaps you've heard wrong, I am no young master of the Lu Family."

After looking at him for a moment, Mo Wugui let go with a hint of boredom.

"Whether you are or not, that is for me to decide."

The smile on his lips was somewhat hair-raising.

Lu Daocheng's eyes widened sharply.

"What are you going to do?"

He heard an ominous meaning in these words from Mo Wugui.

Yet Mo Wugui had no intention of explaining to him.

He calmly took out a scimitar.

This scimitar looked extremely sinister, wreathed in lingering Demon Qi, and Mo Wugui smiled eerily in the glow of the campfire.

He said lightly: "The pride of my Mo Family died at the hands of your foster father."

"Lu Ren severed all hope for my Mo Family's rise."

"Now, I want to make him taste what it means to suffer bone-deep pain."

"Don't worry, it won't hurt much!"

He didn't even give Lu Daocheng a chance to speak; the tip of the scimitar plunged into Lu Daocheng's heart in an instant.

At that moment, the pain nearly made Lu Daocheng's eyes burst; his sockets bulged, his mouth hung wide open, and his perfectly fine face twisted into an unrecognizable mess.

Pain! Extreme pain!

His consciousness was pained to the point of scattering.

While his consciousness was drifting, he only saw Mo Wugui reach out to remove his heart and carve a Magic Pattern onto it.

That old face was extremely terrifying and ghastly.

Mo Wugui said madly: "I want to see if the renowned Lu Family Head will defy the world for the sake of you, a son who is half-human and half-demon!"

Lu Daocheng could not endure it in the end; his face turned deathly pale, his whole body trembled, drenched in sweat, and his breath grew faint.

Mo Wugui frowned slightly.

He was somewhat surprised.

The moment he held the heart, he sensed that Lu Daocheng's body was empty.

This is not right, not right...

If it were that renowned Lu Daoran, how could his cultivation realm have collapsed like this? Mo Wugui had assumed it was the result of some magical artifact concealing it.

But only after the heart was removed did he realize something was wrong.

But since he had already reached this step, he could not turn back.

In any case, this was definitely a member of the Lu Family! A cold glint flashed through Mo Wugui's eyes.

Without hesitation, he stuffed the heart, now covered in Magic Patterns, back into Lu Daocheng's body.

It was a pity...

Lu Daocheng was not as strong and robust as Lu Daoran.

The act of having his heart gouged out caused him immense damage, and the heart inscribed with the Magic Pattern was even more incompatible with his body.

Mouthful after mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from his lips.

Lu Daocheng could feel his vitality slipping away.

He knew clearly in his heart.

He was afraid he would not survive this ordeal.

It was just a pity...

A pity...

In the final instant before Lu Daocheng fell into darkness, his breathing nearly ceased, his eyes could no longer distinguish figures, and in his unfocused vision, he only saw a figure wreathed in monstrous rage enter through the temple door and nail someone to the temple pillar with a single sword strike.

Along with it sounded a voice of extreme fury.

"You dare to touch him!?"

The corners of Lu Daocheng's lips curled up slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)