UGB Chapter 35 Blood Fiend Sect Expelled
Chapter 35 Blood Fiend Sect Expelled
With a soft "ding," the elevator doors slid open, and a chilling draft rushed in, carrying the musty and oily smells unique to underground parking garages, which seeped straight into my collar.
Lu Qingxue subconsciously shrank her neck, her shoulders tensed slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously gripped Lu Yuan's sleeve. She had just woken up from the hospital bed and was still somewhat weak; she couldn't withstand such a cold wind.
Lu Yuan pulled the coat draped over her shoulders tighter, his fingertips gently brushing against the back of her slightly cool hand, his voice carrying a barely perceptible tenderness: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." With that, he took her hand and walked steadily outside, his steps composed, as if an invisible barrier surrounded him, keeping out the biting cold wind.
Zhao Tiancheng was already waiting at the elevator entrance, bowing so low his waist was almost parallel to the ground, and he even breathed very softly, afraid of disturbing this formidable figure. Seeing Lu Yuan and his sister come out, he immediately ran forward and deftly opened the rear door of the black Rolls-Royce Phantom, his hand firmly on the edge of the roof, not daring to move even a fingertip.
"Mr. Lu, Ms. Lu, please slow down, be careful not to bump your heads." His voice was extremely low, filled with a deep-seated awe and caution, and even his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat—the bloodshed and oppressive atmosphere in the ward just now were still lingering in his mind.
Lu Yuan didn't respond. He simply turned slightly to protect his sister as she bent down and sat in the back seat before sitting down himself. His movements were gentle, a stark contrast to the coldness he displayed when he shattered the equipment and intimidated the Immortal Bureau.
The car door slammed shut, instantly shutting out the cold wind and the noise from the garage. The car fell into silence, with only the soft hissing of the air conditioning vents. Warm air blew, dispelling the chill from the two people.
Zhao Tiancheng quickly got into the driver's seat, not daring to let the driver take over, and personally gripped the steering wheel, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force. He started the car, the wheels smoothly rolling over the speed bumps in the underground parking garage without the slightest bump, slowly driving towards the exit—he dared not be careless in the slightest, for fear that a single mistake would anger the man in the back seat.
Lu Qingxue leaned back in the soft leather seat, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, her clear eyes filled with confusion. She turned her head to stare at the rapidly receding pillars outside the car window for a while before suddenly turning back to Lu Yuan, her eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity: "Brother, is there something wrong with my eyes?"
She blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering like two butterflies, her eyes full of confusion: "I just... saw a mosquito fly past the car window. The car was going so fast, and it was so dark outside, yet I could clearly see the patterns on its wings, and even count the number of hairs on its legs!"
As she spoke, she looked down at her hands, clenched her fists tightly, and said with an incredulous expression, "And I feel so light, full of energy. Even if I ran 10,000 meters now, I wouldn't even be out of breath. That feeling of weakness I used to have is completely gone!"
The little girl's face turned bright red as she hurriedly gestured her name, trying hard to describe her wonderful state at that moment. She was both cute and earnest.
Looking at her like this, Lu Yuan couldn't help but smile gently. He reached out and ruffled her fluffy head, making her hair a mess, and said casually, as if he were talking about everyday things: "Nothing's wrong, that's a good thing."
He withdrew his hand, tapped the armrest of the chair lightly with his fingertips, and said slowly, "You used to be too weak. Just now in the ward, I helped you take care of your health and taught you some breathing techniques. From now on, even if you stay up for several nights in a row to study, you won't feel tired, and your energy will get better and better."
He deliberately avoided terms like "Qi Refining Stage," "Cultivation," and "Spiritual Qi"—mortals need time to accept these concepts. If he directly told her that she already had the foundation of a cultivator and could kill a bull with a single punch, it would only frighten her and be counterproductive.
"Really?!" Lu Qingxue's eyes lit up instantly, like two little lanterns, her voice full of surprise. "Then I won't have to worry about staying up all night studying for the college entrance exam anymore! Maybe I can even get a perfect score!"
Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment. Looking at his sister's academically brilliant expression with eyes full of longing, the anger that had been burning in his heart when he saved her instantly dissipated, leaving only tenderness in his heart.
He turned his head to look out the window. The neon lights of Jiangnan City rushed past, their dazzling colors reflected in his deep eyes. His tone was firm and powerful, carrying an undeniable confidence: "You don't have to work so hard anymore. With me here, whatever university you want to go to, whatever life you want to live, no one can stop you, and no one dares to stop you."
Zhao Tiancheng, who was driving in the front, secretly glanced at Lu Yuan in the back seat through the rearview mirror and heard every word he said. His heart clenched involuntarily.
He quickly calculated in his mind: This Mr. Lu is really ruthless to others. He can crush the action captain of the Immortal Bureau without hesitation, and he can crush the precision instruments of the Beijing headquarters without hesitation. He doesn't even care about the Ye family. But he dotes on his sister to the bone and protects her to the point of obsession. This is his weakness and his only support.
Zhao Tiancheng's palms were drenched in cold sweat as he gripped the steering wheel, and a thin layer of sweat also seeped down his back. He knew he had no way out now: from the moment he and his bodyguards blocked the ward door and chose to stand on Lu Yuan's side, in the eyes of the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals and those important figures, he, Zhao Tiancheng, was nothing more than Lu Yuan's dog.
If the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals retaliates, he'll be the first to fall. Now that he's on this pirate ship, he has no choice but to go all the way and serve this master with all his might, treating Miss Lu like an ancestor—as long as he can cling to this towering tree, no one, not just in Jiangnan City, but in the whole of China, will dare to lay a finger on Zhao Tiancheng!
"Mr. Lu," Zhao Tiancheng cleared his throat, his voice still very low, cautiously trying to speak, while keeping a close eye on Lu Yuan's expression through the rearview mirror, afraid of displeasing him, "the old neighborhood you used to live in has a poor environment and a mixed population. And after what happened today, you must have been targeted by many people. It's too unsafe to go back there."
"I have a vacant detached villa in Yunding Mountain Villa, built halfway up the mountain. The environment is quiet and secluded, with more spiritual energy than other places. Moreover, the security is the best in Jiangnan City. I've already had it cleaned overnight, and even hot water is prepared. What do you think... we should stay there for the time being?"
Lu Yuan nodded calmly, his tone indifferent: "Okay."
He does need a place with relatively abundant spiritual energy and enough quietness, firstly to help him stabilize his cultivation, and secondly to protect his younger sister. The spiritual energy on Earth has only just begun to recover, and Cloud Peak Manor, with its high elevation, is barely a good place to gather energy, making it a suitable temporary place to stay.
Upon hearing Lu Yuan's agreement, Zhao Tiancheng was overjoyed and almost floored the accelerator, nearly losing his grip on the steering wheel—he knew he had made the right move.
Just then, Lu Yuan gently rubbed his right thumb and forefinger together, and a small, dark pill the size of a soybean was flicked out from his fingertip. It drew a thin arc in the air and landed precisely in the thermos cup that Zhao Tiancheng had placed on the center console, disappearing instantly.
This pill wasn't really a treasure at all; it was just a tiny bit of residue left over from when he had used true fire to refine a century-old medicine in the hospital room. But on this Earth, where spiritual energy was depleted and even century-old medicinal herbs were hard to find, this little bit of residue was more precious than any thousand-year-old ginseng or century-old lingzhi mushroom, enough to allow a master of external strength to break through a bottleneck.
"Drink it." Lu Yuan's voice came from the back seat, calm and even, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.
Zhao Tiancheng didn't dare to hesitate for a moment. Without even glancing at the contents of the thermos, he grabbed it with one hand, unscrewed the lid, tilted his head back, and gulped down the warm water and the dark pill inside, leaving not a drop behind.
As soon as the water went down, Zhao Tiancheng felt as if a raging fire had suddenly ignited in his stomach. It was scalding hot, but not painful. The fire spread rapidly through his intestines to his limbs and bones, leaving a warm and comfortable feeling wherever it went.
In his early days in the underworld, he had several ribs broken by a steel pipe, leaving him with chronic injuries that would cause him severe back pain on rainy days, making it difficult to even stand up straight and breathe. But now, after that "fire" had passed, the aches and pains from those old injuries miraculously disappeared without a trace, leaving not a single mark.
Not only that, he also felt his bones creaking and cracking all over his body. An unprecedented power surged out from deep within his muscles, spreading through his meridians to his entire body, filling his limbs and bones with explosive power.
Zhao Tiancheng subconsciously gripped the steering wheel, and with a crisp "crack" sound, he actually managed to squeeze two deep finger marks into the hand-stitched, hard and wear-resistant genuine leather steering wheel, leaving a large dent!
His eyes widened, his mouth gaped open enough to fit an egg, and his breathing became rapid and labored, his face filled with disbelief and ecstasy. He had practiced external martial arts for over a decade, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only reach the level of external strength. He had always thought he had no hope of breaking through, but in just less than a minute, he had actually broken through the bottleneck of external strength and firmly grasped the threshold of internal strength!
"This...this is..." Zhao Tiancheng was so excited that he trembled all over and could not even finish his sentence. His eyes instantly turned red.
"Just a scrap, consider it a tip for showing me the way." Lu Yuan closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair to rest, and spoke casually as if he were throwing away a piece of trash. "Do what you're supposed to do, don't cause trouble, and don't bother my sister. What I'm giving you will be much more than you imagine."
Zhao Tiancheng could no longer hold back. His eyes reddened, and he almost knelt before Lu Yuan in the car. His voice choked with emotion, yet unwavering: "Mr. Lu, rest assured! From this day forward, my life, Zhao Tiancheng's life, belongs to you! Anyone who dares to disrespect you and Miss Lu, I will be the first to rush forward and bite them to death! Even if I am shattered to pieces, I will never back down!"
The Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly accelerated into the night, its headlights piercing the darkness as it sped towards the Cloud Top Resort, leaving a firm trail of wheels on the road.
Meanwhile, in the capital city, at the Ye family ancestral home.
A black private helicopter roared through the night and landed steadily on the helipad behind the ancestral home. The wind whipped up by the propellers howled past, causing the surrounding trees to sway wildly and leaves to fly everywhere.
Before the roar of the propellers had even subsided, Ye Tiannan, as if possessed, stumbled and rolled out of the cabin, his knees hitting the concrete floor hard. He winced in pain but didn't even dare to rub them, and scrambled up the stone steps towards the mountain.
His expensive bespoke suit was torn in several places by roadside branches, covered in mud and dust, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in cold sweat and blood. He looked utterly disheveled, and there was no trace of the prestige of the Director-General of the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals.
The image of the underground command center of the Extraordinary Immortal Bureau being shattered by a palm strike from a distance replayed wildly in his mind like a nightmare. The oppressive feeling that prevented him from even having the thought of resistance, and the fear of being on the verge of death, made him feel cold all over and absent-minded.
That's terrifying! He had only ever felt that kind of power in one person—the pillar of the Ye family, the ancestor who had been in seclusion for thirty years and possessed the cultivation of a half-step Earth Immortal!
At the end of the stone steps was a huge bronze door embedded in the mountain wall, covered with thick moss. The surrounding air was so dry that it made one's throat tight, and not a single weed could be seen. It exuded an ancient and eerie atmosphere, as if separating two worlds.
Ye Tiannan ran to the bronze gate and knelt down with a thud, his head hitting the hard stone slab heavily with a thud. His forehead was immediately scraped, and blood flowed down his nose, dripping onto the stone slab and spreading out in a small dark red patch.
"Unworthy descendant Ye Tiannan! I pay my respects to the ancestor!" His voice was hoarse, filled with sobs and extreme fear. He kowtowed again and again, and his forehead was soon covered in blood and flesh.
There was no movement or sound from inside the bronze door; it was deathly silent, as if no one was inside at all.
Ye Tiannan gritted his teeth, his fear growing stronger. He strained his throat and shouted with all his might, his voice echoing through the valley: "Ancestor! The Ye family is in deep trouble! A monster has appeared in Jiangnan City! Not only did it cripple our Immortal Bureau members, but it also destroyed the underground command center in Beijing with a single strike from thousands of kilometers away!"
"That brat is incredibly arrogant! He even boasted...boasted he'd come to the capital himself to take your head! Ancestor, save the Ye family! Save me!"
As Ye Tiannan uttered those last words, his voice trembled, his whole body shook like a sieve, and he barely had the strength to kowtow.
A mountain breeze blew by, and all around was deathly silent, with only the rustling of leaves, as if mocking his disheveled state and incompetence.