I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals 220

## Chapter 217: Thunderous Slaughter

“…Are you Uncle Lu?”

Lu Chang’an followed the sound and looked at the Feng Guo筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivator who spoke.

It was a man in his late twenties, dressed in a long gown, with a handsome, fair face, an upright figure, and a dignified bearing.

If he were a few years younger, his appearance and temperament would have been somewhat similar to Lu Chang’an’s.

“Niece Jiu’an?”

Lu Chang’an showed a surprised expression, not expecting to encounter the “Mu Jiu’an” he had spoken with a few days earlier under such circumstances.

The last time he had met Mu Jiu’an was a whole sixty years ago.

At that time, Mu Jiu’an had become a disciple under a Golden Sun Sect elder and, together with his Taoist partner Yu Yu’fu, had visited Lu Chang’an in Wu Qi Shan. He had even presented a valuable gift.

However, Mu Jiu’an had only gone to visit Lu Chang’an under his father’s instructions, and he was reluctant.

There was no real uncle-nephew affection between the two.

Having been taken to Feng Guo at a young age, married, and cultivated in the Golden Sun Sect, Mu Jiu’an naturally felt alienated from his relatives and friends in Liang Guo, even those on his father’s side.

Add to that the long distance and the hostility between the two countries, and their contact was essentially cut off.

“Brother Jiu’an, you know this person?”

From within the group, a red-robed giant, who was a 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivator in the later stage, frowned and said.

Mu Jiu’an’s face was difficult to read. He forced a smile and sent a voice transmission:

“Senior Brother Guang, this is an elder from Liang Guo that I know. Uncle Lu is just a 散修 (sanxiu, independent cultivator), not someone from a sect, could you please let him leave?”

“As your elder, at this age, his appearance hasn’t aged, he rides a玄水龟 (Xuan Shui Gui, Mysterious Water Tortoise), and his cultivation surpasses ordinary sect disciples… Are you sure he’s just an insignificant 散修 (sanxiu, independent cultivator)?”

Senior Brother Guang chuckled, his tone unpleasant, with a hint of doubt.

“Brother Jiu’an! Earlier, we chose to make an example of the Maple Leaf Huang family. And we didn’t even touch your father’s family, we have already given you enough face.”

“Now, not only did you fail to successfully instigate the Jade Moon Lake Mu family, but you also want to protect an elder who is not even blood-related to you?”

Mu Jiu’an opened his mouth but couldn’t speak.

In his early years, he was accepted as a disciple by a Golden Sun Sect elder and married the elder’s granddaughter. He was like a fish in water within the sect, receiving a lot of resources and support.

However, twenty years ago, Mu Jiu’an’s 真丹 (Zhen Dan, True Pill)后期 (houqi, later stage) master elder unfortunately perished in the 修仙战争 (Xiu Xian Zhan Zheng, cultivation war).

Although he still had some connections with his fellow disciples, his situation and treatment within the sect were far from what they used to be.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be carrying out such dangerous missions in enemy territory.

It was also a way to gamble for merit and compete for resources to achieve 结丹 (Jie Dan, Pill Formation).

“Jiu’an, since you know this old man, I’ll make the decision and let him live.”

An old voice came.

From the dense forest half a mile behind Lu Chang’an, an old man in a green robe appeared out of thin air in the branches of a tree.

“A 假丹 (Jia Dan, Fake Pill)真人 (Zhen Ren, Real Person) proficient in concealment?”

A chill ran down Lu Chang’an’s spine. He had just noticed the man’s location.

Naturally, the leader of a team that could infiltrate the enemy’s rear lines and carry out missions had unique skills.

“Uncle Lu!”

Mu Jiu’an’s face lit up, and all the 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators bowed.

“However, letting someone live is already an exception. If we let this person leave without any consequences, I won’t be able to explain it to the others!”

Uncle Lu’s tone changed. His narrow eyes stared at Lu Chang’an, who was riding the big tortoise, and said coldly:

“Hand over your storage bag, leave behind the玄水龟 (Xuan Shui Gui, Mysterious Water Tortoise)… and get out of here!”

Upon hearing this, Mu Jiu’an’s face changed slightly. He didn’t plead anymore.

Spiritual pet mounts and the wealth in storage bags, these were all external things.

Being able to save Lu Chang’an’s life, he thought he had done enough.

“Niece Jiu’an, may we meet again.”

Lu Chang’an smiled and bid farewell to Mu Jiu’an.

The Feng Guo cultivators present thought he had given in.

However, Lu Chang’an did not hand over his storage bag. Instead, he took out a 准三阶 (Zhun San Jie, Quasi-Third Order) blue talisman and shot it towards the Xuan Shui Gui’s belly.

Whoosh! Boom!

A wave of deep blue, surging and surrounding one man and one tortoise, surged towards the left front.

With the Feng Guo 假丹 (Jia Dan, Fake Pill)真人 (Zhen Ren, Real Person) behind him, Lu Chang’an chose to break through directly from the front.

Mu Jiu’an was on the right front. Lu Chang’an didn’t want to put him in a difficult position, so he chose the left front as a breakthrough point.

The Quasi-Third Order water-based spell was awe-inspiring, causing three 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators on that side to change color.

The Xuan Shui Gui, utilizing the power of the water wave, sped up significantly, exceeding the speed of the late 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators.

“Stop him!”

The “Senior Brother Guang” who had a bad relationship with Mu Jiu’an, yelled angrily, summoning a ring-shaped treasure embryo, which transformed into a giant wheel six or seven meters in size. It shone with dazzling brilliance, intercepting Lu Chang’an.

Joining Senior Brother Guang in the attack were three 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators in the middle stage.

Pfft! Pfft! Swoosh!

The deep blue wave was blocked head-on by Senior Brother Guang’s treasure embryo and the three 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators’ top-grade magic weapons.

“As expected of the elites of the Nascent Soul sect, facing a spell of the Fake Pill level, they remain calm and composed.”

Lu Chang’an remained calm, tapping lightly on his storage bag.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three puppets floated on the blue wave.

Leading the charge was a second-order top-tier tortoise puppet.

Behind it were two archer puppets, one a second-order superior and the other a second-order top-tier.

“Bang!” A loud noise.

The tortoise puppet charged forward, knocking Senior Brother Guang’s ring-shaped treasure embryo several meters away.

Senior Brother Guang was startled. He stabilized his treasure embryo, which was dim with weakened spiritual light, and found that the tortoise puppet was unscathed.

“It’s so tough! This tortoise puppet’s defense is comparable to a Quasi-Third Order beast!”

The late 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivator Senior Brother Guang, facing the brute force of the tortoise puppet, could only barely resist, his figure constantly retreating.

Meanwhile, the archer puppets’ long-range attacks and the玄水龟 (Xuan Shui Gui, Mysterious Water Tortoise)’s water wave spells suppressed the other three 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators in the middle stage.

This sight stunned the three cultivators on the other side, including Mu Jiu’an.

Lu Chang’an, acting alone, suppressed four elite 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators from the sect, including Senior Brother Guang, who was controlling a treasure embryo.

Mu Jiu’an knew that Senior Brother Guang was half a level stronger than him.

He didn’t intervene because of the elder’s relationship. The two 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators beside him were on better terms with him, and because Lu Chang’an was breaking through in a different direction, they hesitated.

However, the next scene made them incredibly grateful for their decision.

“Those who block my path shall die!”

Lu Chang’an roared loudly, waving his sleeve.

Swoosh—

Accompanied by the spiritual fluctuations of a treasure-level item, a golden, half-moon, black blade energy, riding the wind and waves, swept past the Feng Guo 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators.

“Not good!”

Uncle Lu, who had slowly approached from behind, suddenly changed his expression.

The power of this blade was clearly superior to ordinary treasure embryos, comparable to a Fake Pill 真人 (Zhen Ren, Real Person).

“Ah! Ah!”

Where the blade energy swept, protective aura shattered, blood splattered, and bodies split apart.

Two 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators in the middle stage, caught off guard, were killed instantly.

“Hiss!”

The third 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivator in the middle stage, at a critical moment, activated a life-saving talisman, blocking the residual power of the black-gold blade energy. However, he was still injured, losing an arm.

But he didn’t last long. A long-range arrow from the second-order top-tier archer puppet pierced through his skull. His body stiffened, and he fell to the ground with a look of unwillingness.

Three 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators in the middle stage were slain by Lu Chang’an in just two breaths.

Only the late 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivator Senior Brother Guang remained in the direction of the breakthrough.

“Brother Jiu’an, save me—”

Senior Brother Guang’s scalp tingled. He cried out for help.

With three 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators dead, he was alone, being ganged up on by three powerful puppets and the Xuan Shui Gui. The magic weapon embryo he was controlling was running out of spiritual energy.

He activated a Quasi-Third Order protective talisman. Under the siege, the spiritual light dimmed rapidly, and it was about to break in a blink.

Swoosh!

At this time, the black-gold curved blade energy from Lu Chang’an’s treasure embryo sliced towards his face.

“Stop!”

Uncle Lu, the Fake Pill 真人 (Zhen Ren, Real Person), rushed over from behind, furious and shocked.

“Humph!”

Lu Chang’an snorted coldly, like the sound of thunder.

Senior Brother Guang’s second protective talisman froze for a moment.

The next moment, his vision turned black, and he lost consciousness.

“Senior Brother Guang!”

Mu Jiu’an gasped, his heart sinking.

He watched helplessly as Senior Brother Guang, who was not on good terms with him, was split in two from head to toe by a single slash.

While Lu Chang’an was slaying the four 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators.

Squeak! Squeak!

A purple-orange rat demon dashed back and forth on the ground and in the air, collecting their storage bags one by one.

Almost as soon as Lu Chang’an finished his attack, the 地岩鼠 (Di Yan Shu, Earth Rock Rat) delivered the spoils of war to the tortoise’s back.

“Hmm.”

Lu Chang’an nodded with a smile, putting away the loot, and looked at Mu Jiu’an on the right.

“Uncle Lu…”

Mu Jiu’an’s pupils contracted. His throat moved, a forced smile appeared on his face, and his body instinctively stepped back.

Looking at this eternally youthful, calm and composed Uncle Lu, he was shocked, feeling an indescribable fear and sense of estrangement.

His father Li Erqing was grateful and respectful towards this Uncle Lu, and he had been dismissive of him and unwilling to pay him a visit.

If he hadn’t paid his respects that day, the two wouldn’t have known each other.

Then, in their encounter today, Lu Chang’an acted without any restraint, and Mu Jiu’an might have ended up like the four, including Senior Brother Guang.

…

“Who are you, daring to kill cultivators of my Golden Sun Sect!”

With the spiritual pressure of a Fake Pill 真人 (Zhen Ren, Real Person), the green-robed old man appeared in a ghostly manner at the scene.

“I am just a 散修 (sanxiu, independent cultivator).”

Lu Chang’an let the tortoise puppet stand in front of him, with two archer puppets on either side.

The strength he had displayed, coupled with his powerful puppet array, was enough to go toe-to-toe with a Fake Pill 真人 (Zhen Ren, Real Person).

Uncle Lu, suppressing the killing intent in his heart, summoned his magic weapon, but dared not attack easily.

He naturally didn’t believe that Lu Chang’an was just an ordinary 散修 (sanxiu, independent cultivator). He must have some hidden background.

If he had known Lu Chang’an’s true strength, Uncle Lu would never have made such a decision.

Their team of cultivators had infiltrated the battlefield in Liang Guo’s rear, primarily to instigate and create chaos, and did not have the capital to confront Liang Guo’s sects head-on.

They were essentially playing guerilla warfare, avoiding the strong and attacking the weak.

“Uncle Lu.”

The three 筑基 (筑基: Zhu Ji, Foundation Establishment) cultivators with Mu Jiu’an breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to join him.

Lu Chang’an didn’t stop them.

“Considering the sake of my niece Jiu’an, I will let you all live today.”

Lu Chang’an’s gaze swept over Uncle Lu and Mu Jiu’an indifferently.

Whoosh!

With a wave of his sleeve, Lu Chang’an withdrew his puppets, sitting on the Xuan Shui Gui.

Along the original route, the dark green tortoise, carrying the calm and composed man in white, cut through the waves and flew towards the sky.

Watching the man and tortoise disappearing into the distance, Uncle Lu’s face was a mix of emotions.

Even after Lu Chang’an withdrew his puppets, he still dared not attack.

From Lu Chang’an’s calm and composed demeanor, he felt that the man still had more strength to spare and was unfathomable.

“Uncle Lu, what should we do now?”

“Collect the corpses, evacuate the scene!”

Uncle Lu gritted his teeth and made a decision.

With Lu Chang’an’s strength and methods, he only needed to hold them off. Once support from Liang Guo’s sects arrived, this elite team of Feng Guo cultivators, who had ventured deep into enemy territory, would face certain doom.

Lu Chang’an’s words before leaving were not an exaggeration.

After collecting the bodies of their fellow disciples, this elite team from Feng Guo quickly retreated.

“Uncle Lu…”

Along the way, Mu Jiu’an noticed the deep, calculating gaze from the green-robed old man. He lowered his head in shame.

Uncle Lu looked at him with a knowing glance:

“Don’t blame yourself. If you weren’t this man’s junior, we might all have perished in Liang Guo…”

(End of Chapter)

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