Chapter 944: 944.Chapter 942: Righteous and Unyielding

944. Chapter 942: Righteous and Unyielding

Hmph!

Lu Yuan let out a cold snort from his nose and immediately rushed toward the mountain peak without hesitation.

Black mist permeated the air, and the yin cold pierced to the bone.

If it were ordinary times, given Lu Yuan's timid weakness, he would have already retreated.

But for Lujiacun, he advanced without looking back.

"A tiny ant dares to contend with this Elder? You're practically begging for death!"

The vicious Elder's eyes turned scarlet as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Whoosh!

The blood mist transformed into a sheet of black mist, shrouding half the mountain peak and advancing to corrode Lu Yuan.

These black mists were extremely strange, carrying strong corrosiveness.

An ordinary martial artist who touched them would instantly leave no trace of corpse or bone.

Although Lu Yuan's physique was astonishing, he could not withstand this corrosion; soon his skin began to blacken and rot, emitting wisps of green smoke.

Ah...

He let out a miserable scream, his stance staggered, and his face twisted.

"Hmph, you little bastard, you'd better obediently await your death!"

Seeing Lu Yuan trapped by the poisonous mist, a group of youths immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm not willing!"

Lu Yuan's eye sockets were about to burst, his heart filled with unwillingness.

He never imagined that, merely trying to rescue his parents, he would encounter such a thing.

"I absolutely cannot die!"

At this moment, Lu Yuan desperately drove his dantian, attempting to resist the mist's corrosion.

Boom—

His dantian trembled, his true qi surged, like a river swelling and raging.

Crack!

Finally, the seal on his dantian was broken, and vast, boundless true qi flowed out, like a great ocean.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Feeling the violent surge of true qi within his body, Lu Yuan blinked in surprise.

But soon, his face lit up with ecstasy.

Because he discovered that the true qi within his body flowed smoothly, benefiting every inch of muscle, every acupoint, and even his five viscera and six bowels immensely.

"No wonder Father had me practice martial arts; it turns out it was to activate true qi?"

Upon this thought, he suddenly realized everything, fully understanding the reason.

His father, Lu Jiuyang, although of mediocre talent, was also a clever person.

Knowing that upon reaching a certain level in martial arts, one needs external aid.

Thus he taught Lu Yuan, hoping he would achieve something in the future.

"Father, your son is unfilial; I fear I cannot avenge you in this life..."

At this moment, Lu Yuan's mind conjured his father's appearance and smile; grief welled up from his heart.

Pfft!

The next moment, a mass of black mist drifted over.

Instantly, a huge blood hole appeared on his chest.

Lu Yuan's gaze dimmed; his whole body swayed, nearly collapsing to the ground.

"Hahaha, Lu Yuan, you're finally dead!"

"Hmph, this time we've suffered heavy losses; you must be buried alongside us!"

Seeing Lu Yuan fall, the remaining youths were suddenly overcome with inexplicable excitement.

Especially Liu Heng and Sun Kai, their faces brimming with resentment.

Although Lu Yuan did not participate in seizing the precious medicine, it was Lu Yuan who killed Wang Hu.

This made the two of them hate him so much they wished to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

"Huh?"

Just then, they witnessed a horrifying sight.

They saw that the corpse, contaminated by the poisonous mist and scattered across the wilderness, suddenly began to writhe.

Buzz! The next moment, a faint golden sheen appeared on the corpse's surface, like wearing a golden kasaya, shining brilliantly.

"How is this possible?"

"He's already dead!"

Seeing this, everyone's scalp went numb and their bodies turned ice-cold.

These poisonous mists were a deadly toxin concocted by the vicious Elder through a secret art, specially used to temper the body and break various seals.

Moreover, this toxin is unmatched in its tyranny, capable of destroying everything; it could hardly be dispelled.

Yet now, however, that corpse easily expelled it. "Damn it!"

The vicious Elder gritted his teeth, a flicker of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

That corpse just now was obviously Lu Yuan.

He really is dead!

But it wasn't a natural death; he was forcibly revived by someone using some secret art! Swish! Lu Yuan opened his eyes, his pupils glowing with an eerie light, like stars in the night sky, brilliant and bewitching.

He raised his head and looked ahead.

All he saw was a stone platform standing on the mountaintop.

Around the stone platform, seven ancient longswords were arrayed, their bodies dark red, covered in rust stains and filth.

Directly above the stone platform hung a pitch‑black bronze mirror.

"Is this… a spiritual artifact?"

In an instant, Lu Yuan recognized this bronze mirror, and his mind shuddered.

It is said that spiritual artifacts are priceless, worth a fortune.

If one could obtain it, their strength would double, making them supreme among people.

"Could this spiritual artifact be related to that precious pill?"

Upon thinking this, Lu Yuan's breathing grew rapid, his eyes showing greed.

Swish! Yet at that very moment, the bronze mirror suddenly burst forth with brilliant light, turning into a rainbow that flew into Lu Yuan's brow and vanished.

Boom! The next instant, Lu Yuan's mind thundered as countless pieces of information flooded in, threatening to split his head.

Not long after, he slowly came to, his gaze vacant.

And the information in his mind gradually became clear.

It turned out that this bronze mirror was called the Heaven and Earth Mirror.

This mirror was left by his ancestors, sealed atop the mountain peak, awaiting a predestined person.

This time, by a twist of fate, it chose Lu Yuan.

"I don't recall ever hearing of a Heaven and Earth Sect in my memory."

Lu Yuan pondered for a long time, yet still could not find a clue.

After all, he had once browsed the scriptures in his family's Sutra Pavilion.

And in the scriptures within that Sutra Pavilion, there was no mention of this sect.

But he did not pursue it further.

Because all of this was too distant.

Now his most urgent problem was to get out of this damned place as soon as possible.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Lu Yuan frowned.

He sensed that his cultivation had actually recovered a trace, though it was extremely thin, yet it was restored.

"I don't know what level of strength I am at now."

Lu Yuan muttered softly, hoping in his heart.

But the next moment, his whole face turned green.

All he saw was him swing his hand and throw a punch.

Boom! Accompanied by a loud bang, his sleeve was ripped straight to shreds, falling away as fragments.

This sight frightened the remaining people, who retreated in panic, their faces turning deathly pale.

And Lu Yuan's mouth twitched as he stared, dumbfounded:

"Is this the strength of a martial artist? It's pathetically weak!"

He could clearly sense that his internal qi was exhausted, with not a trace of cultivation left.

And his physical strength was only about a thousand catties.

Not to mention compared to a martial artist; even an ordinary strong man could easily defeat him.

"What about my cultivation?"

Lu Yuan's expression shifted between gloom and clarity, his heart filled with both shock and anger.

However, just as he was filled with doubt,

Hum! A strand of green light appeared, enveloping Lu Yuan's whole body, refreshing his spirit.

"What is going on?"

Lu Yuan was utterly astonished.

And when he probed again, he was shocked to discover that a strange flower bud had condensed in his sea of consciousness.

It was about three inches tall, entirely emerald green, releasing a sparkling green glow, like a jade carving.

Moreover, its petals bore fine, delicate patterns.

At that moment, a thought moved Lu Yuan's heart, giving him the illusion that he secretly controlled everything in the world.

And when he closed his eyes and listened carefully, he even heard ethereal celestial music drifting nearby, dreamlike and illusory. (End of chapter)