Chapter 970: with translation of chapter title

970. Chapter 968 Obsessed and Unenlightened

Yang Fan grinned, looking utterly unconcerned.

Seeing this, Yang Feng secretly let out a breath of relief; although he considered Yang Fan untrustworthy, at least for now he seemed dependable.

"Yang Fan, since you're stubbornly misguided, don't blame me." Yang Fan narrowed his eyes, a cold killing intent flashing in them.

On Lu Yuan's side, he soon got the news that Yang Fan had actually refused his proposal and fled the Lu Family alone.

"Hmph! Truly an ungrateful white-eyed wolf!" Lu Yuan seethed, furious that he could not shape him into talent.

"Family Head, please stay calm; Yang Fan will surely return sooner or later!" Lu Yun Tao comforted.

"This Yang Fan is simply arrogant and overbearing, clueless about good and bad; in my view, he only bullies the soft and fears the hard—once he meets a tough opponent, he'll surely yield!" Fourth Elder Lu Yuan scoffed.

Lu Yuan's gaze was extremely gloomy, gnashing his teeth he said: "Hmph! Such trash is utterly unworthy to be my nephew Lu Yuan; since he lacks benevolence, don't blame me for lacking righteousness! Men, immediately summon all experts—tonight we must kill Yang Fan here!"

"Yes!" A Lu Family servant received the order, hurriedly heading deep into the manor; moments later he hurried back, his face full of anxiety, reporting: "Family Head, something major has happened—just now I received news that the Lu Family's Second Young Master Lu Yu took people to chase Yang Fan!"

"What? Yu'er went to chase Yang Fan?!" Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan's face drastically changed, he exclaimed: "How could he go chase Yang Fan?! Could it be that Yang Fan beat Yu'er?!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining elders all furrowed their brows.

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing his inner shock, forcing himself to stay rational, and said in a low voice: "Quick, take me there!"

"Family Head, Yang Fan is nothing to worry about; the key is Lu Family's Second Young Master Lu Yu, whose strength is great—if he were to act against Yang Fan, the latter would likely suffer more harm than good..." Fourth Elder Lu Ping worried.

"Rest assured, if Yang Fan unfortunately falls, I will naturally seek justice for him!" Lu Yuan waved his hand, his tone unquestionable, his expression growing graver, his heart pounding, a feeling of anxiety rising.

He wasn't certain whether Yang Fan had truly been injured by Lu Yu, but, just in case, he still decided to go see for himself.

Lu Yuan is not stupid; on the contrary, he is very clever, well-versed in the art of strategy.

Precisely for this reason, Lu Yuan was able to establish a vast foundation in just a few short years.

Whoosh~ At that moment, Lu Yuan no longer hesitated, turning into a streak of light and shooting forward swiftly.

Gazing at Lu Yuan's fading figure, the elders exchanged bewildered looks, their hearts filled with confusion and doubt.

Lu Yu is the Lu Family's legitimate second son, and also Lu Yuan's only son; he is usually spoiled rotten, almost always obeying, and Lu Yuan even specially organized a spouse‑selection banquet for Lu Yu's marriage, but the effort came to nothing.

But now, Lu Yuan actually disregarded his own son's safety and resolutely went to Yang Fan's residence.

How crazy is this?! "What on earth is Lu Yuan scheming?!" Lu Ping remained silent for a long time, then finally shook his head helplessly, clearing the chaotic thoughts from his mind, and followed Lu Yuan.

Yang Family training grounds, atop the martial stage.

Yang Fan stood on the stage with his hands behind his back, head raised, gazing silently into the void, his eyes deep and distant.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, Yang Fan's body twisted sharply, his eyes turning toward the distance, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful arc. "Since you've come to my door, I'll have no choice but to accept!" Yang Fan slightly opened his mouth, uttered an indifferent remark, then stepped slowly onto the center of the martial stage.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The next instant, a sharp tearing sound rang out, and a stream of black‑clad figures shot forward like arrows; in the blink of an eye they surrounded Yang Fan, surrounding him completely.

Altogether there were thirty‑nine black‑clad men, all wearing uniform black robes, each holding various weapons, their bodies reeking of intense killing intent and malign energy, like death warriors emanating a terrifying dangerous aura.

These black‑clad men were all eighth‑rank martial artists, and their leader was even a peak eighth‑rank martial sect master, his aura vast and mighty, making one's heart palpitate.

"Lu Family guards?" Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from these black‑clad men, Yang Fan blinked in surprise, then showed a look of sudden realization.

These black‑clad men should belong to the Lu Family's senior guards; each possesses cultivation not inferior to a nine‑star martial disciple, with rich combat experience and perfect coordination—once they attack together, they can match a martial artist expert.

Yang Fan's cultivation experience has been nothing but licking blood from the blade's edge.

Lu Yuan, Lu Yun Tao, and the others arrived shortly after, stopping at a position about a hundred zhang away from the martial stage and refraining from rash action.

After all, those guards were too terrifying, leaving one breathless.

"Father, why don't we go in and help?! With our forces, even if Yang Fan manages to survive by luck, he certainly won't be able to escape!" Gazing at Yang Fan trapped in the center of the martial stage, Lu Ping couldn't help but speak quietly.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan slightly waved his hand and lowly shouted: "What do you know?! That Yang Fan is full of tricks and deep scheming—cannot be taken lightly! Now, Yu'er and he are engaged in combat; if we rashly intervene, it will only backfire!"

Furthermore, don't forget that Lu Yu's older brother Lu Yuan is one of the top five monsters of the Lu Family, his cultivation reaching sixth‑rank martial artist, second only to Lu Fei among the younger generation.

"Now, aside from Yu'er and his older brother Lu Yuan, the strongest in our Lu Family is Lu Fei, whose strength is extremely formidable—he has even defeated two ninth‑rank martial artist experts! I suspect Yang Fan is currently at an absolute disadvantage."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ping nodded in agreement; Yang Fan is merely an ordinary martial disciple, whereas Lu Yu is a bona fide martial artist—the gap between them is too great, and Lu Yuan's inference is completely correct.

"Then what should we do now?!" Senior Elder Lu Yun Tao asked, sensing faintly that Lu Yuan's caution surely hid some scheme, perhaps related to Yang Fan.

Lu Yuan said nothing, his fists clenching silently, nails digging into his flesh, drawing blood.

Lu Yuan felt torn and also furious.

Because, Yang Fan is his grandson!

Yang Fan's death caused Lu Yuan immense pain.

He wished he could rush forward and rescue Yang Fan.

But he was even calmer, knowing he must restrain himself; once he lost control, Yang Fan's sacrifice would be meaningless.

"Father, do you know Yang Fan?" Lu Yun Tao probed, although he didn't know the exact reason, but based on past experience he judged that Yang Fan likely had a close connection with Lu Yuan.

"I know him, and moreover, Yang Fan is my own biological grandson." Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan took a deep breath, spoke slowly, his expression complex. (End of chapter)