ryethenovel Chapter 3 The Grandmaster Emerges
Chapter 3 The Grandmaster Emerges
Western suburbs of Jiangzhou City. Chu Family Manor.
The estate, spanning dozens of acres, was brightly lit. Inside the luxurious living room on the first floor of the main villa, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
Chu Wanshan sat in a rosewood armchair. He was in his fifties, dressed in a pure black silk Tang suit, and held two century-old walnuts, polished to a glossy sheen, in his hands. The walnuts made a crackling sound as they rubbed together in his palms.
On the Persian carpet in the center of the living room, Chu Tiankuo was tightly bound to a medical bed made of pure steel by four thick nylon ropes.
His clothes were torn to shreds. His skin was covered in crisscrossing, deep cuts that revealed the bone. His fingernails were all curled up and torn off. The black vein had spread to his neck.
The paper tube in his eye socket had been pulled out, leaving a bloody, black hole.
"Kill me... Dad... Kill me..."
Chu Tiankuo's voice was completely hoarse, and every breath he took was mixed with blood foam. He writhed wildly on the steel bed, the nylon rope digging into his flesh, leaving deep blood grooves.
Several doctors in white coats stood nearby. The one leading them was the director of the Chu family's private hospital, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Chairman Chu... the second young master's physiological indicators are all completely normal. The brain CT scan did not reveal any organic lesions. Blood tests also ruled out poisoning..." The dean held the tablet computer, his hands trembling violently, "We injected the maximum dose of sedatives and morphine, but... it had absolutely no effect."
"waste."
The two walnuts in Chu Wanshan's hand were instantly crushed into powder. Wood chips fell through his fingers.
He stood up and walked to the steel bed. Seeing his son's miserable state, the muscles in his face twitched violently.
"Zhao Tieshan is dead?" Chu Wanshan turned to look at a man in black standing in the corner.
The man in black knelt on one knee: "Dead. All his bones were shattered. There were no signs of a struggle at the scene. The people who went with him said... that person didn't even move a hand, just let out a groan, and Master Zhao was dead."
Chu Wanshan's eyes twitched violently.
Having mastered internal energy, he was killed with a single cold snort.
This is not martial arts.
"Go and invite Elder Lei." Chu Wanshan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.
Ten minutes later.
An elderly man with white hair and a youthful face, dressed in a white Tai Chi uniform, walked into the living room supported by two of his disciples. He walked slowly, but with each step, the air in the living room seemed to grow heavier.
Honorary President of Jiangzhou Martial Arts Association. Grandmaster of Transcendent Realm. Lei Qianjue.
"Elder Lei." Chu Wanshan quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply.
Lei Qianjue nodded slightly. He walked to the steel bed, looked at Chu Tiankuo who was struggling frantically, and frowned.
"Such a heavy aura of yin and evil."
Lei Qianjue extended his right hand, his withered index and middle fingers joined together, and touched Chu Tiankuo's brow.
A visible stream of white energy surged from Lei Qianjue's fingertips, attempting to forcibly suppress the black veins within Chu Tiankuo's body.
The moment the white airflow came into contact with the black veins.
"boom!"
The black energy within Chu Tiankuo's body surged violently, like a venomous snake provoked. Following Lei Qianjue's fingers, the black energy surged upwards at an terrifying speed.
"what!"
Lei Qianjue let out a scream. He withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
He stared in horror at his right hand. The tips of his index and middle fingers had turned a charcoal-black color. The black aura was still creeping up his arm along his meridians.
Lei Qianjue acted decisively. He slashed his right elbow joint with his left hand, palm facing down like a knife.
He unleashed his inner energy, forcefully severing several key meridians in his right arm to barely halt the spread of the black energy.
Lei Qianjue staggered back five or six steps, collapsing onto the sofa with a thud, panting heavily. His once rosy face was now deathly pale.
"Old Lei!" Chu Wanshan exclaimed in shock.
"This isn't martial arts internal energy..." Lei Qianjue stared intently at Chu Tiankuo, his eyes filled with undisguised fear. "This is... magic! An extremely vicious and evil magic! Even if my senior brother were to emerge from seclusion, he wouldn't be able to break this curse!"
Chu Wanshan's face turned ashen.
"That person left a message," the man in black in the corner said in a low voice. "He said... you have three days. He wants you to take the entire Chu family, dressed in mourning clothes, to kowtow and apologize before his mother's coffin. If even one person is missing, or one minute is delayed, the Chu family... will be wiped out."
"Arrogant!"
Chu Wanshan slammed his hand on the mahogany coffee table. A large crack appeared in the hard mahogany surface.
"In Jiangzhou, no one has ever dared to make me, Chu Wanshan, kneel!" A ferocious killing intent flashed in Chu Wanshan's eyes. "So what if your magic is powerful? Can a mortal body withstand bullets? Can it withstand explosives?"
He turned to look at the man in black.
"Notify the Flying Tigers. Bring out all the heavy weapons from the underground armory. Mobilize all available personnel and find out everything about that little bastard! Even if you have to turn Jiangzhou upside down, find him and riddle him with bullets!"
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Jiangzhou City Old Town. Slum area.
Inside a red brick tenement building with peeling paint.
Lu Yuan pushed open the rusty iron door. The lights were off inside. A musty smell filled the air.
This is a rented room of less than 30 square meters. An old sofa, a folding dining table, and an old television with a yellowed screen. This is the home he, his mother, and his sister have lived in for ten years.
Lu Yuan placed Lu Qingxue on the somewhat sagging old sofa.
He took out a pill the size of a longan from his Nine Heavens Storage Ring. A faint blue halo flowed across the surface of the pill. This was the most basic Marrow Cleansing Pill in the cultivation world. But for an Earthling, its medicinal power was still far too potent.
Lu Yuan exerted force with his fingertips, crushing the pill. He took an extremely small amount of powder, mixed it into half a cup of boiled water, and fed it to Lu Qingxue.
Seeing his younger sister's breathing gradually stabilize and her face regain color, Lu Yuan stood up.
He walked to the center of the room.
With a flick of the wrist, the cart appeared in the living room.
Lu Yuan took out a palm-sized, transparent crystal from his storage ring, radiating a chilling aura. It was Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Mystic Ice, a top-tier material used in the cultivation world to preserve rare and precious medicinal herbs.
He placed the ancient ice beneath the cart.
Extreme cold spread instantly. The temperature in the room plummeted below freezing. Thick frost formed on the walls. The windowpanes cracked softly. The mother's body was covered by a thin layer of ice crystals, frozen in time.
After doing all this.
Lu Yuan pulled over a wooden chair with peeling paint and sat down next to the cart.
He didn't light a lamp. He just sat quietly in the darkness.
Time passed second by second.
Late at night.
The occasional barking of dogs on the street outside the tenement building suddenly disappeared.
The air now smelled of engine oil and rubber friction.
Lu Yuan did not open his eyes.
He heard the muffled sound of engines coming from a street corner in the distance. It wasn't just one car. It was more than a dozen modified SUVs. The engines all stalled two blocks away from the tenement building.
Then came the sound of heavy, deliberately muffled footsteps of military boots on the asphalt.
The crisp sound of the metal bolt being pulled back was particularly jarring in the quiet night.
Someone is setting up a sniping position. Someone is flanking the back alley.
A murderous aura. An intense, almost tangible murderous aura converged from all directions into this 30-square-meter rented room.
Lu Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
In the darkness, two extremely tiny golden flames shone deep within his pupils.
He did not get up.
He simply raised his right hand and gently tapped the folding tabletop with his index finger.
"Yes."
A very faint muffled thud.
Centered on this rented room, the laws of gravity within a radius of 500 meters were completely rewritten at this moment.