Chapter 91: Isn't Qiongqi Dead?

Surging sword light covered the dilapidated temple; within the cramped space, there was not a sliver of extra room, the sword light forcing the breath out of one's lungs.

Mo Wugui swung his sword to parry, and amidst the clanging sounds, he became increasingly aware of the formidable strength of Lu Ren.

This only made him more resentful.

If his Mo Family's child were still alive, given time, he would surely have been another Lu Ren, yet Lu Ren had cut off that life.

He had even directly buried the future of his Mo Family.

In the many times he woke from dreams at midnight, Mo Wugui would almost always be streaming with old tears.

Cultivators never dream easily, yet he had fallen into the corridors of dreams many times, dreaming of his good grandson in each one.

He was supposed to have led the Mo Family upward.

The more he thought, the more Mo Wugui wanted to vomit blood.

He was a veteran Supreme Saint with a vast array of methods at his disposal, and his defensive Spirit Treasures were countless, each one of significant weight.

But following the sword light came a pouring torrent of offensive fire.

As the raging flames scorched and the ruined temple collapsed, Lu Ren shifted his form and scooped Lu Daocheng out in one motion.

Lu Daocheng's eyes were tightly shut; the youth's cheeks, which had recently gained a bit of flesh, were stained with black ash, and his breath was faint, but he was still alive.

Boom—with a crash, Mo Wugui flew out from the collapsed rubble and bricks.

He suddenly smiled gloomily.

"Heh... hehehehe, Lu Family Head, I have truly long admired your name."

Lu Ren placed Lu Daocheng in a safe spot and summoned the Poor Oddity to guard him.

In the distance, Mo Wugui stood on a broken stone slab, slowly and methodically smoothing out his robes.

Lu Ren confirmed that he had never seen this person before.

He only pondered for a moment before casting aside his concerns.

Regardless of who he was, since he dared to snatch someone from Wanren City, he was certainly an enemy; and since he was an enemy, he would just be killed.

When the time came, the person seeking revenge would surely reveal his identity.

There was no need for so many bells and whistles; he wasn't some Child of Luck one could fleece for wool, so why keep this old thing around—to cause himself grief?

With just a single glance, the Vermilion Ape summoned simultaneously understood its master's intent, let out a roar, and charged over, shaking the ground.

Mo Wugui was, to a greater or lesser extent, wary of this long-renowned Fierce Beast.

He did not take the blow head-on but dodged to the side.

Like a sharp sword, he swayed, leaped from his spot, and like a streak of light, rushed fiercely toward Lu Ren.

Mo Wugui was skilled with the Finger Tiger, and his fist techniques were exceptional.

He spread his five fingers, the sharp knuckles flashing with cold light, and with wild, fierce power, he suddenly struck down at the head.

Lu Ren did not dodge or evade, his black eyes darkening slightly, meeting the attack head-on with a posture that feared no death.

Seeing this.

The ferocity in Mo Wugui's heart deepened.

Did he really think he was someone without the strength to truss a chicken?

To not even dodge—how truly arrogant!

Daring to look down on him.

Die!

Bang! Mo Wugui's hand, wearing the Finger Tiger, slammed down, but far from causing Lu Ren any harm, the reaction force sent him bouncing up, flying straight backward.

He drove his feet into the soil, sinking several inches deep, before he stabilized his body, looking at Lu Ren with shock and uncertainty.

"You have actually practiced body refinement?" Mo Wugui's tone was complex and tinged with jealousy.

It was common knowledge that those who practiced body refinement were mostly Buddhist monks, while most immortal cultivators did not focus on the body, relying only on Thunder Tribulation to temper it or the gradual progress made during cultivation.

Mo Wugui's heart was conflicted.

Lu Ren not only had talent but was also willing to endure hardship.

This made his thoughts even more complex and unsettled.

Mo Wugui pulled his legs from the ground and stood to the side, sighing obscurely.

"My grandson losing at your hands was truly not an injustice."

"Now, I have also made a move against your foster son, so let us call it even."

Mo Wugui's words carried wariness. If Lu Ren had not been so powerful today, and if he hadn't tested the depth of Lu Ren's strength with that one move, he would absolutely not have let the matter rest.

However...

He feigned indifference, but the hand behind his back was trembling slightly, with blood faintly seeping out.

In a single exchange, the difference in strength was clear.

Mo Wugui did not want to expose his vulnerability, nor was he willing to bow his head.

"A draw? Call it even?" Lu Ren seemed to have heard something utterly ridiculous.

Hidden in his eyes were bloodlust and killing intent, like a tiger whose territory had been encroached upon.

"Daring to snatch someone in my city, no one has ever dared to speak to me of calling it even."

"What would you have me do?" Mo Wugui frowned in displeasure. "Lu Ren, I have already given you enough face; do you intend to set yourself against my Mo Family?"

Mo.

Lu Ren realized.

He had been wondering why this old man looked somewhat familiar; so that was it.

Thinking of this, Lu Ren had even less intention of letting Mo Wugui go.

If you strike the small one and the old one comes, you can only cut the weeds and dig up the roots; if you don't dig up the roots, the spring breeze will make them grow again.

He would not forget this principle.

Seeing that Lu Ren not only did not answer his words but instead attacked, Mo Wugui, though still wary, felt the flames of anger ignite in his heart.

He shouted, "I kindly gave you face, yet you do not appreciate it. Since that is the case, then let us decide who is superior; it will be good to let you suffer a loss and make you understand what it means to respect your elders!"

As the two fought, amidst the flying sand and rolling stones, no one noticed that Lu Daocheng, lying behind the Poor Oddity, suddenly moved his fingers and slightly opened his eyes.

So painful.

It was a pain as if his internal organs were all shifting out of place.

A cold glint flashed in Lu Daocheng's eyes.

Someone had ambushed him? Who was it?

He supported his head and sat up, only to be shocked to realize that his meridians were completely empty and he could not muster any strength in his body.

Looking up again, what he saw was a towering back.

Almost in an instant, Lu Daocheng recognized what this thing was.

But in the next moment, he fell into a state of horror.

Poor Oddity?

How could it possibly be a Poor Oddity?

Lu Daocheng could not quite tell what year it was, and even suspected whether he had fallen into a Heart Demon illusion set for him by someone else.

He clearly remembered that the Poor Oddity had died long ago.

The Poor Oddity was a Fierce Beast that wreaked havoc on the world; it was said to have once had a master, but its master had unfortunately passed away.

Since then, other Fierce Beasts, including the Poor Oddity, had all been running rampant and causing chaos in the cultivation world.

The most eye-catching and attention-grabbing one was the Poor Oddity.

When it entered its adulthood, it faced the Heavenly Tribulation; under the rolling heavenly thunder, it was scorched inside and out, barely surviving.

Although it successfully passed the Adult Tribulation, it was left with hidden injuries, and the scars on its body were extremely hideous.

Moreover, its temperament was extremely violent, killing anyone it saw.

In particular, that heaven's pride named Qin Yuan was targeted severely by the Poor Oddity.

However, a heaven's pride is truly a heaven's pride; the Poor Oddity eventually died at the hands of Qin Yuan.

When it died, its bones and flesh were separated.

The bones of the Poor Oddity were auctioned off at an auction house, its flesh was bought by the Chu Wu of the Spirit Food Valley to stew, and its blood was refined and polished by artifact cultivators and talisman cultivators, becoming various alchemy furnaces and spiritual liquids for drawing talismans.

Lu Daocheng had once had the fortune to watch from the sidelines, but he had looked on with cold eyes.

He held his throbbing head, becoming increasingly unable to figure out what was going on now.

When he looked up again and saw the two figures fighting in the distance, Lu Daocheng was even more astonished.

(End of chapter)