Phi-Fic Chapter 96 The Rules of Yanjing? To Me, They're Called Last Words
Chapter 96 The Rules of Yanjing? To Me, They're Called Last Words
The ghostly face exuded a chilling aura, instantly lowering the temperature of the entire living room to freezing point.
This is a protective artifact personally bestowed by the patriarch of the Lu family in Yanjing. It contains the remnant soul of a hundred-year-old vengeful ghost. Let alone a Transcendent Realm expert, even a Divine Realm expert would have their meridians instantly frozen and become a cripple if struck by this malevolent energy.
A vicious glint flashed in Steward Zhao's eyes.
If this kid is held back by the evil aura for even a second, he can escape through the back window!
Lu Yuan stared at the ghostly face that was rushing towards him.
They didn't even try to hide.
He simply opened his mouth and gently blew a breath.
"call."
He exhaled a breath of his natal spiritual energy.
The grotesque face vanished without a trace, like snowflakes melting away under the blazing sun. The chilling, fishy stench that had filled the living room was also swept away.
The viciousness on Steward Zhao's face froze.
He remained in a posture ready to flee, his feet seemingly nailed to the floor.
"Using this kind of low-class trash as your trump card?"
Lu Yuan reached out and grabbed Manager Zhao by the neck, lifting him off the ground.
A grown man weighing over 150 pounds felt as light as a chick in Lu Yuan's hands.
"Well......"
Manager Zhao's feet were dangling in the air, his hands clinging tightly to Lu Yuan's arm, his eyes bulging out due to lack of oxygen.
"You just mentioned the rules of Yanjing."
Lu Yuan's voice was flat, without any discernible emotional fluctuation.
"In my place, there are no rules in Yanjing."
He grabbed Manager Zhao's right arm with his left hand and bent it down without hesitation.
"Click!"
The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed in the living room. Manager Zhao's right arm had been snapped at the elbow, the white bone fragments piercing through the flesh.
"ah!!!"
Manager Zhao let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.
"This is just interest. You slapped my sister, I'll take away your arm, it's fair."
Lu Yuan released his grip on his neck.
Manager Zhao collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, writhing in the blood while clutching his severed arm. He now fully understood that the young man before him was not some kind of master of internal energy cultivation at all.
This is a ruthless, living devil!
"Don't kill me! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
Despite the excruciating pain, Manager Zhao braced himself with his left hand and desperately tried to shrink back.
"The old man wanted that meteorite disc... because it wasn't an antique at all! It was a key to open a door!"
Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes.
"Open what door?"
"Underground in Yanjing... there is a Dragon-Locking Well. It is connected to a dried-up ley line."
Manager Zhao gasped in pain, his speech becoming increasingly rapid.
"More than twenty years ago, the Celestial Surveillance Bureau unearthed half a stone tablet in the Dragon-Locking Well. The tablet said that as long as the Starfall Disc was collected, the seal on the earth's veins could be broken. Inside... inside were cultivation techniques and magical treasures for achieving immortality!"
Lu Yuan sneered inwardly.
Becoming an immortal?
These bumpkins on Earth, who haven't even reached the threshold of the Qi Refining stage, dare to talk about becoming immortals. However, there might indeed be an ancient cultivator's cave hidden beneath that Dragon-Locking Well.
My father probably escaped Yanjing with the meteorite disk back then because he didn't want these people to succeed.
"My uncle was kept in Jiangnan as the key figure in your strategy, was it for this reason?"
Manager Zhao nodded vigorously.
"The old man said that the Earth Eye in Jiangnan and the Dragon Locking Well in Yanjing are connected. Filling it with the bloodline of the Lu family's eldest son can nurture the formation. Once the Starfall Disc is obtained, the formations on both sides will be activated..."
He looked at Lu Yuan's increasingly cold gaze and his voice abruptly stopped.
Lu Yuan squatted down.
"Where is my dad?"
Manager Zhao swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"Young Master Changfeng... he disappeared ten years ago. The old man sent people to search every inch of Jiangnan, but they couldn't find him. Some say he went into the restricted area near Shennongjia..."
"You're lying."
Lu Yuan interrupted him.
A hint of panic flashed in Manager Zhao's eyes. Although he hid it very well, how could he possibly escape the divine sense of a Mahayana Immortal Venerable?
"I didn't! I really don't know!"
"The people of Yanjing are so spineless."
Lu Yuan was too lazy to waste any more words. He spread his five fingers and placed them directly on Steward Zhao's crown.
The divine sense of the Golden Core stage transformed into countless invisible spikes, violently piercing into Steward Zhao's cerebral cortex.
Soul-searching technique.
The most domineering and unreasonable method in the cultivation world. The person whose soul is searched will experience pain beyond human limits in an instant, eventually turning into an idiot.
Manager Zhao's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes rolled back, and he spat out large mouthfuls of white foam.
His memories flashed through Lu Yuan's mind like a revolving lantern.
The courtyard house of the Lu family in Yanjing, the blood pool in the basement, and the scene of Lu Changfeng, the father, covered in blood and chained to the wall.
Lu Yuan's fingers tightened suddenly.
Dad didn't die.
He didn't disappear at all ten years ago. He was kept in that dark basement by the Lu family of Yanjing, tortured day and night, all to force them to reveal the whereabouts of the Starfall Disc.
No wonder Manager Zhao didn't dare to speak up earlier.
These beasts!
Lu Yuan withdrew his hand.
Manager Zhao had completely collapsed to the ground, uttering meaningless "ah-ba-ah-ba" sounds, drooling all over the floor, and had even lost the ability to feel pain. His brain had been completely turned into a mess by the soul-searching technique.
Lu Yuan stood up.
He didn't kill Steward Zhao. Keeping this idiot alive, letting him drool in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, is more satisfying than killing him outright.
"elder brother."
Lu Qingxue walked over, holding a clean towel in her hand.
She didn't look at the corpse on the ground or Steward Zhao; she just tenderly wiped away the bloodstains on Lu Yuan's hand with a towel.
"I heard everything."
Her voice was very soft, but she was gripping the towel tightly.
"Dad is still in their hands."
Lu Yuan grabbed her wrist with his other hand.
"Dad will be fine. I promise."
He pulled Lu Qingxue behind him, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated old house.
This place is no longer habitable.
"Let's go back to Cloud Peak Manor. Uncle is over there."
Just as Lu Yuan led Qingxue downstairs, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Caller ID: Shen Qingci.
Lu Yuan pressed the answer button.
The person on the other end of the phone wasn't as capable as usual; there was only heavy breathing and the sound of gunfire in the background.
"Mr. Lu...something has happened."
Shen Qingci's voice was filled with despair.
"Lei Dong led his men to storm the Jiangnan warehouse of the Tianjian Bureau. He had an urgent secret order from Yanjing, and all the high-ranking officials in the provincial bureau were pretending to be dead. They took out all the top-secret files of Gu Ku and the Lu family."
Lu Yuan stopped in his tracks.
"Where is the file?"
"Lei Dong is on the second basement level of the warehouse. He brought Molotov cocktails. He's not here to retrieve the files; he's here to burn all the evidence! Burn the guards in the warehouse too!"
Shen Qingci coughed violently twice, clearly indicating that she was injured.
"Mr. Lu, the Jiangnan Astronomical Bureau can't hold on any longer. Once the files are burned, your uncle's case, and all the leads on your father from back then, will be completely cut off!"
Lu Yuan hung up the phone.
He turned to look at Lu Qingxue.
"Drive back to the resort. Jiang Huichun is inside; have her apply the medicine for you."
Lu Qingxue gripped the car keys and stared intently at him.
"You're going to kill someone."
"Hmm." Lu Yuan opened the car door. "Someone stole our family's account books. I'll go get them back."