Chapter 967: with translation of chapter title

967. Chapter 965: Mistook the Person

At the edge of his vision, Yang Fan was waving his arms at him, his face full of an excited smile, as if he had seen long-lost siblings.

This made Lu Yuan feel strange—could this kid have mistaken him for someone else? 'Father, what's going on?' Lu Yuan frowned, asking in confusion.

'This kid is Yang Fan.' Lu Yuan shook his head with a wry smile: 'He just escaped from Black Dragon Valley; perhaps his mind is addled because of it!'

'Uh...' Lu Yuan helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

'Father, this is a gift from Yang Fan.' Lu Yuan took out a space ring and handed it to Lu Yuan, smiling: 'Inside are a few bottles of medicinal pills; please accept them.'

Hearing that, Lu Yuan felt a surge of surprise: 'He would actually send me a gift?'

Lu Yuan clearly remembered that he had once sternly refused Yang Fan, even threatening to cut off his source of wealth.

Logically, Yang Fan should hold a grudge against him.

But now he sent him a gift?

Lu Yuan was somewhat at a loss, yet without hesitation he reached out and took the space ring, smiling: 'Since he means well, I, as father, will reluctantly accept it.'

Lu Yuan did not carefully examine the gift Yang Fan sent, but casually fiddled with it.

Shortly after, Lu Yuan restrained his smile, his expression froze, and his heart was overturned by huge waves, utterly shocked.

'This... this kid actually sent me this kind of pill?!' Lu Yuan widened his eyes, his pupils trembling violently, deep shock appearing in his gaze as he muttered in disbelief: 'No... this isn't real! This must be an illusion!'

Inside the space ring lay four thumb-sized crimson pills, their bodies glowing with a dazzling red light, emitting a scorching heat; threads of terrifying energy rippled out, distorting the surrounding space.

Crimson Flame Fusion Origin Pill! This was indeed an extremely rare third-tier medium-grade medicinal pill.

The Crimson Flame Fusion Origin Pill can help a martial artist raise one minor realm; it is expensive, scarce, and highly sought after—one pill can fetch a high price of five thousand spirit stones at auction.

'How could Yang Fan have this kind of pill? And he even gave it to me!' Lu Yuan was utterly dumbfounded, his face turning the color of pig liver.

He simply could not believe that Yang Fan would be willing to part with such a precious pill.

However, Lu Yuan was no fool; he quickly figured out the reason, his face turning cold as he gritted his teeth: 'Hmph! Surely it's that damned couple Yang Zhan and Zhao Xuelian up to their tricks again!'

'These two are simply heartless beasts, unworthy of being parents!' Lu Yuan glared hatefully toward the North City Gate, his voice low: 'I will surely kill them to avenge Yang Fan!'

Yang Fan was Lu Yuan's friend, and more importantly, a son he valued—how could he just stand by and do nothing?

Lu Yuan's eyes flashed with cold light, and a chilling killing intent emanated from his body.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh! Suddenly, several tearing-through-the-air sounds reached his ears; a few armored soldiers strode over, blocking Lu Yuan's path and shouting sternly: 'Idle persons, leave North Ling City at once, or die without mercy!'

'I am the Head of the Lu Manor, Lu Yuan!' Lu Yuan's face darkened, his eyes flashing with a grim killing intent as he coldly stared at the soldiers before him.

'Lu Family?' The soldiers first stared, then realized, quickly apologizing: 'Oh, it's the Manor Head, sorry, sorry! We just came on duty, so...'

Saying that, the soldiers hastily bowed in apology, their attitude extremely courteous.

They were fully aware that the Manor Head's status was noble; offending him meant certain death! Although the Manor Head had stepped down, the Lu Family still existed—not something a lowly soldier like them could provoke.

Seeing the soldiers' attitude change so dramatically, Lu Yuan gave a cold snort, flicked his sleeve, and prepared to enter North Ling City. As they did, the soldiers instantly relaxed—yet Lu Yuan's voice suddenly rang out: 'Halt.'

'Manor Head, do you have any orders?' a soldier asked timidly.

'Who among you is the steward?' Lu Yuan asked.

'Reporting to the Manor Head, I am the steward; please give your orders, Manor Head,' a soldier said respectfully.

Lu Yuan nodded and said: 'Take me to find your deputy commander Wang Yong, and hand over these few bottles of Crimson Flame Fusion Origin Pills to him.' As he spoke, Lu Yuan took out several bottles of the pills, tossed them to the soldier, and said lightly: 'Hold these bottles of pills and present them as a gift to him.'

'What?' Upon hearing that, the several soldiers all gasped in shock.

They stared, mouths agape, eyes nearly popping out.

'Crim... Crimson Flame Fusion Origin Pill!' the soldier swallowed hard, lips trembling as he stared at the bottles in his hand.

'Hiss... this... this is a third-tier medium-grade spirit pill!' another soldier sucked in a breath of cold air, his voice trembling as he spoke.

'That's six bottles of pills at once, each containing one—worth at least a hundred thousand spirit stones!' another soldier inhaled sharply, his expression stiff as he stared at Lu Yuan, his eyes brimming with intense envy, jealousy, and hatred.

'What exactly did that waste Yang Fan give the Manor Head to make him so generous?' the soldiers muttered inwardly, their eyes flashing with strong jealousy.

'What are you standing there for? Scram!' Lu Yuan shouted angrily.

'Yes... yes!' The soldiers shuddered, immediately reacted, and hurriedly led Lu Yuan into North Ling City.

Soon, Lu Yuan followed that soldier to the exterior of a tent in the military encampment, where a burly middle-aged man with a full head of silver hair stood with his hands behind his back, eyes closed in meditation; a faint, elusive aura swirled around him, making people dare not approach, like a dormant beast.

Seeing this, Lu Yuan furrowed his brows, gave a light snort, and walked straight past him.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, glanced at Lu Yuan, and said in an indifferent tone: 'Manor Head of the Lu Family, I don't know what business brings you here.'

'I'm here to find your commander,' Lu Yuan said coldly.

Hearing that, the middle-aged man's brows twitched slightly, his tone turning even harder and colder: 'As a commander, I don't know what you mean by "commander"! If the Manor Head has no urgent matter, you'd better leave quickly, don't delay my work!'

Having said that, the middle-aged man closed his eyes again.

'Hmph!' Lu Yuan gave the middle-aged man a cold glance, silently cursed his pretentiousness, then kept a straight face and said: 'You can go inquire—your commander is called Yang Fan.'

'Yang Fan?!' Upon hearing that, the middle-aged man's eyes snapped open, his gaze sharp as he fixedly stared at Lu Yuan and asked: 'What did you just say?'

'Yang Fan!' Lu Yuan gave a cold snort: 'Your commander Yang Fan is my sworn brother; I came here today specifically to seek him.'

'Lu Yuan's sworn brother?!' The middle-aged man blinked in surprise, apparently having also heard that Lu Yuan had a sworn brother.

'Yang Fan?'

Upon hearing that familiar name, the middle-aged man's expression instantly softened, the corner of his mouth involuntarily curling into a faint smile. (End of Chapter)