Chapter 297

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Chapter 297"An exotic treasure?" Lu Qing was momentarily stunned. At that moment, several powerful figures rushed in. Leading the charge were a few Taoists dressed in robes. As soon as they entered, their eyes were drawn to Lu Qing and the powerful talisman floating in front of him. The middle-aged Taoist at the front widened his eyes and shouted, "Young man, don't hand over the exotic treasure to those bald monks!" But it was too late. Before Yangming finished his sentence, Monk Xuan Nu had already made his move. Despite his bulky frame, Xuan Nu's speed was astonishing. In an instant, he was in front of Lu Qing, his large hand reaching out to grab the Soul Talisman. Seeing this, Yangming's heart sank. He hadn't expected the monks of Xuankong Mountain to be so bold as to rush in while the tribulation clouds hadn't fully dispersed. They were a step behind, and now they could only watch helplessly as Monk Xuan Nu was about to seize the exotic treasure. "So, they mistook my Soul Talisman for an exotic treasure." Lu Qing finally understood what was happening. However, he wasn’t surprised that Xuan Nu and the others didn't recognize him. At this moment, he looked rather disheveled. Although he had changed into fresh clothes from his Qiankun Spirit Bag after surviving the tribulation, his face was still covered in charred, dead skin that hadn't completely peeled off. Moreover, his newly grown hair was unkempt. So, it wasn’t surprising that Xuan Nu and the others didn't recognize him at first glance. Watching as Xuan Nu was about to touch the Soul Talisman, Lu Qing smiled faintly. First, he used Soul Transmission to signal his master to stay back temporarily. Then, with a slight thought, the Soul Talisman quickly shrank and swiftly entered his brow. "Boy, hand it over!" Xuan Nu's hand grasped at nothing, and he instantly became furious. His large palm, now glowing with a golden light, swung down toward Lu Qing, intending to crush him and force out the exotic treasure. "That boy is done for!" Seeing this, the strong figures who had just arrived couldn't help but think the same. The more kind-hearted among them even turned away, unable to bear the sight of Lu Qing's body being smashed to pieces. However, just when everyone thought Lu Qing was about to meet his end, a dazzling blade light flashed. In the next moment, a scream of agony echoed. They then saw Xuan Nu's arm, which had reached for Lu Qing, suddenly severed from his body, blood spraying everywhere, and his body was sent flying backward. When Xuan Nu finally crashed to the ground, smashing through numerous bricks and stones, leaving a long trail before coming to a halt, everyone gasped in shock. As they looked at Xuan Nu's weak and severely injured form, they couldn't help but glance back at Lu Qing. seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Who exactly was this boy, who could possess such terrifying power? He had almost killed Xuan Nu, who had the strength of a Precelestial Realm master, with just a single blade aura! As for Monk Xuan Nu, his face was filled with disbelief. He couldn't believe that he had been seriously injured by a single blade aura. "He didn't die?" Lu Qing was slightly surprised. He had thought that the blade aura would be enough to cut Xuan Nu in two, but it seemed Xuan Nu had managed to withstand it. It appeared that he wasn’t yet fully accustomed to using his newly acquired Precelestial power. However, this didn't matter much. With his mastery and control over his strength, Lu Qing believed that such a mistake wouldn’t happen again. Hearing Lu Qing mutter to himself, the others were left speechless. It seemed this boy wasn’t even satisfied with his achievement of gravely injuring Xuan Nu with a single strike? Only Monk Xuan Ming had a look of doubt in his eyes. He stared at Lu Qing's face, finding it somewhat familiar. "Boy, who are you, to dare harm my Uncle Xuan Nu?" At this moment, a young monk angrily shouted. "Xuan Ming, you bald monks of Xuankong Mountain are indeed like dogs that can't change their ways—always domineering and hypocritical. Every time I encounter you, it's never for good. Last time you tried to forcibly convert my master, and this time, without any regard for right or wrong, you attempted to seize my treasure." Lu Qing sneered coldly, mocking them. "It's you?!" Monk Xuan Ming's heart trembled as he finally recognized Lu Qing. "Is it that boy named Lu?!" At this moment, Yangming and the others also recognized Lu Qing. But now, their shock only deepened. Because just a few days ago, Lu Qing had only been able to severely injure Xuan Nu with all his might. Yet now, he had nearly killed Xuan Nu with just a blade aura. In just a few days, Lu Qing's combat power had multiplied—it was unbelievable. Could it be the power of that exotic talisman? Many people couldn't help but think this. Some of the powerful figures who had seen Lu Qing at Sacred Mountain recalled the terrifying killing intent that had emanated from him. Could it also have been released by that exotic talisman? Of course, there were those who had not been at Sacred Mountain and had never seen Lu Qing before. Seeing this scene, they were filled with confusion. Who was this boy, and why did the high monks of Xuankong Mountain seem so wary of him? "It's you, you little beast?!" Of everyone present, Monk Xuan Nu was the most incredulous. He never would have thought that the one who had gravely injured him again was the same boy who had killed his disciple and wounded him days ago. In his agitation, the powerful energy he had been using to suppress his blood and qi suddenly backfired, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood before fainting. "Uncle Xuan Nu!" Immediately, several monks cried out in alarm, rushing forward to feed him medicinal pills to heal his injuries. Lu Qing didn’t stop them. Xuan Nu had been hit by his blade aura, and although Lu Qing had just broken through to the Precelestial Realm and hadn't yet refined his innate true qi, the blade aura he had condensed with his blade technique wasn’t something easily dispelled. Ignoring Xuan Nu for the moment, Lu Qing calmly turned to Xuan Ming and said, "Xuan Ming, you arrived just in time. I happen to have a score to settle with you." "Amitabha, I didn't expect that in just a few days, Benefactor Lu's cultivation would have deepened so much. Truly, you are a talented young man, blessed by heaven. Earlier, it was wrong of Xuan Nu to act rashly toward you, and I apologize on his behalf." Xuan Ming, after his initial shock, quickly regained his composure. He clasped his hands together and bowed to Lu Qing. Xuan Ming's humble stance astonished those who had never seen Lu Qing before. Who was Xuan Ming? He was an elder of Xuankong Mountain, one of the Four Great Secret Realms! A figure so prominent that even the leaders of major sects in Zhongzhou would address him with reverence! Yet, such a figure was now humbly bowing to a young man. Who on earth was this boy?! Faced with Xuan Ming's humility, Lu Qing's expression remained unchanged. He said coldly, "Xuan Ming, there's no need for false politeness. Let me ask you, were those assassins from Wujian Tower a few nights ago sent by Xuankong Mountain?" Hearing Lu Qing mention Wujian Tower, the assembled experts were once again shaken. In recent days, rumors of Wujian Tower's reemergence had spread throughout Sacred City. From Lu Qing's words, it seemed Xuankong Mountain was involved? Some sharp-minded individuals began to connect the sudden and strange reappearance of Wujian Tower with other recent perplexing events. Suddenly, many things started to make sense. Yangming and others, in particular, had dark expressions as they thought of certain terrifying possibilities. "Amitabha, Benefactor Lu must be jesting. Wujian Tower is an evil sect that was eradicated hundreds of years ago. How could it possibly be connected to Xuankong Mountain?" Xuan Ming's expression remained calm, showing no trace of guilt as he responded. "Whether you admit it or not doesn't matter." Lu Qing chuckled. "I’ve already learned the truth from those assassins." "Benefactor Lu, although this humble monk doesn’t know what truth you speak of, I still wish to remind you that Wujian Tower's assassins are mostly madmen who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals. Please don't fall victim to their schemes of sowing discord." Xuan Ming spoke with an air of sincerity. "No matter. I don't care if they were trying to sow discord. All I know is that there's something I've wanted to do for a long time." As Lu Qing said this, a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face. Seeing Lu Qing's smile, a powerful sense of danger surged in Xuan Ming's heart. But before he could think further, Lu Qing softly uttered, "And that is... to kill you all!" In the next instant, Lu Qing's figure disappeared from sight. "Not good, form the array!" The sense of danger in Xuan Ming's heart peaked. He shouted as he threw out a golden alms bowl. The bowl grew larger in the wind, instantly expanding to the size of a vat, emitting a hazy golden light that shielded the monks. However, in the next moment, Lu Qing reappeared, a long blade now in his hand, slashing down upon the alms bowl. Boom! A powerful force erupted as the alms bowl was sent flying under the terrifying strength of Lu Qing's strike. After sending the alms bowl flying, Lu Qing executed a horizontal slash, sending a sharp, crescent-shaped blade aura toward the monks. "Dodge!" Seeing the blade aura coming, the monks of Xuankong Mountain were terrified, recalling Xuan Nu's earlier fate. Even Xuan Nu, who had mastered the Vajra Body Technique, was gravely injured by Lu Qing's blade aura. How could they possibly withstand it? Immediately, all the monks abandoned any thoughts of forming an array and tried to dodge the blade aura. But Lu Qing's mastery of blade techniques was profound and unfathomable. How could his blade aura be so easily avoided? Amidst the screams, when the blade aura finally dissipated, all the monks of Xuankong Mountain, except for a few elder monks led by Xuan Ming, had been cut in half at the waist by Lu Qing's blade aura! "Ah! It hurts! It hurts! Elder, save me!" "Elder, help! I don't want to die!" "Master, save me!" ... The monks who had been cut in half didn’t die immediately. They writhed on the ground in agony, screaming and begging for help from Xuan Ming and the others. The scene was so gruesome that even the onlookers were chilled to the bone. At this point, even Xuan Ming could no longer maintain his composure. His face darkened as he formed hand seals and summoned a string of prayer beads. In the next moment, the prayer beads emitted golden light that fell upon the monks who had been cut in half. A miraculous scene followed as the wounds on the monks began to stop bleeding, preventing them from dying immediately. However, Lu Qing, having already made his move, wasn’t about to stop there. The earlier exchange with Xuan Ming had merely been a way for him to familiarize himself with his newly acquired Precelestial power. Now that he saw Xuan Ming attempting to save his men, he charged forward once again. But just as Lu Qing moved, a barrier of light suddenly descended from the sky, blocking his path. It was the alms bowl he had sent flying earlier, now hovering above Xuan Ming and the others, emitting golden light that enveloped them. The surviving elders of Xuankong Mountain also sat down in formation, using their mental strength to fully drive the alms bowl. Lu Qing casually slashed at the light barrier but found it surprisingly tough, far stronger than the one he had encountered at Sacred Mountain. Even with his current power, it would be difficult to break through without unleashing his full strength. "As expected of one of the Four Great Secret Realms, you have many tricks up your sleeves. It seems that when we fought at Sacred Mountain, you were holding back." Feeling the strength of the light barrier, Lu Qing couldn't help but express his admiration. But to Xuan Ming and the others, Lu Qing's words sounded more like ridicule. Back then, they had used most of the alms bowl's power to suppress and convert the old doctor, which allowed Lu Qing to break through the barrier. But now, this young man was using that to mock them. At this point, Xuan Ming could no longer maintain his previous calm demeanor. His face darkened as he glared at Lu Qing. "Benefactor, your actions are too ruthless. My disciples of Xuankong Mountain have never wronged you, yet you show no mercy. You have indeed fallen into the demonic path, acting no different from an evil demon!" "Throwing accusations around really is something you bald monks excel at." Lu Qing held his long blade, uninterested in engaging in further banter. Instead, he carefully observed the light barrier before him. "However, do you really think this turtle shell can protect you for long?" With that, Lu Qing assumed a stance, gathering his energy, as a sharp blade aura began to condense on his blade. As Lu Qing gathered his strength, a terrifying aura emanated from him, and the surrounding experts couldn’t help but feel their faces pale. They all sensed that once Lu Qing unleashed this strike, it would be earth-shattering! As for Xuan Ming and the others within the golden light barrier, they naturally felt the aura emanating from Lu Qing as well. However, Xuan Ming did not show any sign of panic. He saw that the wounds of the disciples who had been cut in half had temporarily stopped bleeding under the light of the prayer beads. He then retracted the prayer beads and pulled out an object from his robe, throwing it in front of him. As the object was thrown, it also grew in the wind, revealing itself to be a three-foot-long, golden Vajra pestle. The Vajra pestle floated in front of Xuan Ming as he sat cross-legged, staring at Lu Qing with a gaze full of undisguised killing intent. "Little beast, since you have fully embraced the demonic path, this humble monk will show no mercy. Prepare to die!" With that, the Vajra pestle before him shone with dazzling light. Table of content

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