Phi-Fic Chapter 125 A Soulless Body, a Flesh Grinder on the High-Speed Rail
Chapter 125 A Soulless Body, a Flesh Grinder on the High-Speed Rail
The early morning air in late autumn was bitterly cold.
A silver-white high-speed train without any number, like a silent steel behemoth, tore through the night and raced toward the Kunlun Mountains in western China.
The entire high-speed train has only seven carriages.
Lu Yuan sat on the leather sofa in carriage number three. The coffee table in front of him was piled with various precious jade stones and century-old ginseng.
These are "tributes" sent up by the Astronomical Bureau along the way.
He picked up a high-quality wild ginseng and took a bite like he was eating a radish. The bitter juice flowed down his throat and into his stomach.
Without the refinement of true essence, this crude method of eating would only allow Lu Yuan to absorb less than one-tenth of the medicinal power. But for Lu Yuan at this point, it was better than nothing.
He needs a huge amount of calories and a small amount of spiritual energy to maintain his physical peak condition.
The train is passing through an extremely long tunnel in the Qinling Mountains.
Outside the window, it was pitch black. Inside the carriage, the incandescent light bulb emitted a faint hum.
呲——
The overhead light suddenly flickered twice and then went out completely.
The emergency indicator lights did not illuminate. The entire carriage was plunged into absolute darkness.
Lu Yuan was still slowly chewing the ginseng rootlets in his mouth. He didn't even change his sitting posture.
In the darkness, the automatic sensor doors at the front and back made a soft sound as they were forcibly pried open from the outside.
A faint air current, carrying a very faint smell of gunpowder and a fishy stench, approached from both ends simultaneously.
Someone is approaching.
They weren't from the Astronomical Bureau. Even if they had ten lives, the Astronomical Bureau wouldn't dare approach this train now.
"The intelligence was correct. There wasn't a trace of true energy fluctuation on his body."
A low, hoarse male voice rang out in the darkness.
"The nuclear bomb didn't kill him, but it completely destroyed his cultivation. He's a cripple now. Move! Use his head to exchange for that lord's reward in Kunlun!"
Four dark figures attacked from both the front and back simultaneously.
They were not holding cold weapons, but specially made pistols equipped with silencers and armor-piercing rounds.
Puff puff puff!
The dense gunfire echoed dully in the enclosed carriage.
Dozens of specially made bullets, enough to penetrate a light armored vehicle, blocked all of Lu Yuan's escape routes and accurately struck the sofa where he was sitting.
The leather sofa was instantly smashed, sending cotton fibers flying everywhere.
"Hit!"
An assassin growled excitedly. Wearing night vision goggles, he could clearly see the bullets striking the target's chest and head.
But before he could even feel happy, a slightly cold hand suddenly emerged from the darkness and precisely gripped his face.
"Do you have some misunderstanding about the term 'useless person'?"
Lu Yuan's voice rang in his ears. It was calm and utterly unresponsive.
The assassin was terrified. He instinctively tried to back away, but found that the hand gripping his face was as strong as a hydraulic press.
Click.
Lu Yuan suddenly clenched his five fingers.
The assassin's skull exploded in his palm like a ripe watermelon. Red and white liquid splattered all over his companion.
The headless corpse collapsed limply.
The remaining three assassins were completely dumbfounded.
They watched as Lu Yuan slowly stood up from the tattered sofa. The specially made armor-piercing bullets that hit him hadn't even grazed the skin under his clothes; they all fell to the ground at his feet, the bullet heads already deformed from compression.
"Monster... He doesn't have internal energy, how could his physical body possibly stop an armor-piercing bullet!"
The assassin's voice trembled and distorted as he frantically pulled the trigger.
Click.
The magazine is empty.
Lu Yuan took a step forward.
With that step, the steel plates of the entire carriage let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.
He didn't use any fancy moves. It was just pure physical dominance from speed and mass.
boom!
Lu Yuan's fist slammed into the second assassin's chest.
There was no suspense. The assassin's chest cavity collapsed instantly, and his broken ribs pierced his heart and lungs like barbs. He was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing into the steel isolation door at the rear of the carriage, leaving a large pool of blood.
The remaining two assassins turned and ran.
They finally realized how horribly wrong their intelligence had been. This wasn't some cripple who had lost his cultivation; it was an ancient tyrannosaurus rex in human skin!
Lu Yuan did not pursue.
He bent down and picked up a pistol from the hand of the corpse on the ground.
This modern firearm was like a toy to him. He weighed it in his hand, then used the pistol as a projectile and threw it with all his might.
whoosh-
The pistol tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, striking a fleeing assassin precisely on the back of the head.
Brain matter splattered.
The last assassin had already opened the door to carriage number four.
A pale hand suddenly reached out from the crack in the door, grabbed his neck, and dragged him into carriage number four.
After a few dull cracking sounds of bones breaking, everything fell silent.
The tunnel has come to an end.
The train burst out of the darkness, and the moonlight shone into the carriages again.
The door to carriage number four was pushed open.
A woman in a pure white trench coat dragged a lifeless, limp corpse into the dimly lit room. Her movements carried an indescribable weariness and fear, as if each step was a violent struggle within her. She walked straight to Lu Yuan, and without hesitation, slammed the bloodstained corpse at his feet. Then, her knees buckled, and as if all her strength had been drained, she collapsed to her knees with a thud onto the blood-stained, pungent floor, her knees hitting the floor with a dull thud.
It is Ye Qingcheng.
The youngest and most talented Transcendent Realm Special Envoy in the history of the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance was now deathly pale, devoid of any color, even her lips were slightly blue. Her trembling gaze swept over the mutilated, twisted corpses on the ground—some missing limbs, some with shattered skulls, some even with their internal organs exposed—and her stomach churned violently, almost vomiting on the spot. However, she forcefully suppressed her extreme physical discomfort and forced the nausea back down.
"Mr. Lu..."
Ye Qingcheng's voice was low and trembling, filled with undisguised fear and awe. She lowered her head deeply, her forehead slamming heavily against the cold, sticky ground, making a soft but clear impact sound.
"These people... are peripheral assassins sent by the Yin Ghost Sect." She swallowed hard, her Adam's apple bobbing, her voice growing weaker and weaker. "They somehow learned that you bravely withstood nuclear weapons in the capital, resulting in the loss of all your cultivation. Thinking they had an opportunity, they sneaked in overnight, hoping to take advantage of your weakness... and steal a huge advantage."
Lu Yuan remained expressionless, calmly pulling out a clean tissue and casually wiping the still-dry blood from his hands, as if he had just been taking a routine walk. His tone was flat, yet carried a chilling undertone: "Who released the information?"
"It's...it's several elders from the Martial Arts Alliance." Ye Qingcheng's voice was almost a whisper, her body trembling slightly. "Through their informant within the Heavenly Surveillance Bureau, they discovered the Bureau's recent unusual attention to you and their troop movements, leading them to deduce that you are currently extremely weak, possibly even completely incapacitated. They secretly assigned me to infiltrate this operation, ordering me to follow the suicide squad...If it's confirmed that you've truly lost your power, then let me..."
"You want me to kill you?" Lu Yuan coldly interrupted her, his tone devoid of anger, only a bottomless indifference.
Before he finished speaking, he casually tossed the blood-stained tissue aside. The crumpled tissue landed squarely in front of Ye Qingcheng's lowered eyes, its bright red color glaringly obvious, like a silent judgment.
Ye Qingcheng shuddered violently, as if burned by the blood-stained paper. She shrank back even further, burying her head lower until it almost touched the ground. Her voice trembled with tears as she desperately protested, "I dare not! I really dare not! I've seen your power with my own eyes—even if you truly have no internal energy left, even if you stand still and let me strike with all my might, I absolutely cannot break through your defense!"
She dared not lie, nor could she possibly lie.
Not long ago, during the battle at Panlong Mountain, she had witnessed Lu Yuan summon raging lightning from the heavens with just his will, instantly reducing a renowned grandmaster to ashes. That scene had shattered her aloof Dao heart, cultivated through years of hard work, filling her with an uncontrollable awe and fear. And just now, hiding in the shadows, she had seen Lu Yuan, with his pure, unadulterated physical strength, crush several well-equipped and well-trained Yin Gui Sect assassins with his bare hands—a scene more chilling than any supernatural power or secret technique.
At this moment, although Lu Yuan had no true qi circulating, he exuded a more primal, violent, and suffocating sense of terrifying pressure, like a primordial beast that had lost its divine light and returned to its wild nature. His mere existence was enough to make even a Transcendent Realm expert kneel and submit.
Lu Yuan looked at Ye Qingcheng kneeling at his feet.
He definitely needs someone to run errands right now. Besides, this woman still has half of her Transcendent Realm cultivation left, which can be used as a backup battery in a critical moment.
Get up.
Lu Yuan walked back to the sofa and picked up a wild ginseng root again.
"Now that you're in my car, do me a favor."
Ye Qingcheng quickly got up and stood aside meekly.
"Whatever your command."
"Once we get to Kunlun, take me to that magnetic anomaly point in what's called Death Valley." Lu Yuan crushed a ginseng root. "I want to see what kind of thing dares to set its sights on me."