Chapter 54: Refining Qi One Hundred Levels, Not Difficult at All
Lu Fan's elegant voice lingered on the terrace.
The Grandmaster squinted, deeply observing Lu Fan.
After a long while, wrinkles formed on the Grandmaster's face, revealing a kindly smile.
"Well, very good," the Grandmaster said.
After speaking, he began to cough violently, a hint of flush appearing on his face.
With his wide sleeves fluttering, he pounded his chest for a while before calming down.
A gentle breeze blew, and the Grandmaster gazed at the small island ahead, his face showing some enjoyment.
"What a comfortable place... After I help His Majesty suppress the rebellion, I must retire here. I don't need much, just a thatched hut by the lakeside," the Grandmaster mused.
"When it's stormy, I'll hide in the thatched hut and drink wine. When it's sunny, I'll drift on a solitary boat and fish in the lake..."
The Grandmaster smiled, hope and longing flowing in his misty eyes.
Upon hearing this, Lu Fan chuckled. "By then, I'll accompany you for a game of chess. Life will be blissful."
The Grandmaster burst into laughter, joy overflowing.
"I hope you can live up to your words, Ping'an. The greater your abilities, the greater your ambitions. It's rare that I don't sense any ambition from you..." The Grandmaster looked at Lu Fan, his expression gentle.
Sitting in his wheelchair, Lu Fan lightly caressed the woolen blanket, saying nothing.
He did have ambitions, but...
The Grandmaster's notion of the martial world, the court, and the world at large was not within his ambit of ambition.
The Great Zhou was merely a corner of the Five Phoenix Continent in Lu Fan's eyes.
Where his gaze fell was the transformation of the entire Five Phoenix Continent, and even... much more than that.
Therefore, it was accurate for the Grandmaster to say that Lu Fan had no ambitions.
"Master, you can rest if you want," Lu Fan said to the Grandmaster.
"The world will split after a long time of unity, and unite again after a long time of division. You can hold on to the present, but you may not necessarily hold on to the future."
The Grandmaster stood up, trembling, and stood on the terrace railing, his wide sleeves hanging behind him, his white hair falling down, gazing at the calm lake.
"The late Emperor entrusted me with a heavy burden before his death. Since I made a promise to the late Emperor, how can I just turn a blind eye and leave His Majesty to face the dangers alone?"
"I don't seek to hold onto the future, I only seek to preserve the present, to let His Majesty see hope in the midst of despair."
The Grandmaster spoke slowly, his voice deep and weary.
"Ping'an, if I were to ask you to assist His Majesty, would you be willing?" The Grandmaster turned around, his face showing a hint of hope as he stared at Lu Fan.
Sitting in his wheelchair, Lu Fan picked up a black piece from the chess box, gently placing it on the chessboard, his index finger resting on the piece, gently rubbing it.
"I am not willing."
His refusal was simple and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.
The Grandmaster didn't seem too disappointed either, apparently Lu Fan's answer was within his expectations.
"I've been babbling for too long. It's time for me to go to the Lu Manor and pull out the green onions..." The Grandmaster took two steps and walked down the stairs.
Lu Fan was momentarily stunned, "Green onions... Oh no, hasn't Mo Tianyu been pulled out yet?"
Lu Fan was genuinely stunned. He thought the Grandmaster had gone to rescue Mo Tianyu before coming back.
Is Mo Tianyu really his blood disciple?
"That kid is arrogant and conceited, a bit of pressure would do him good," the Grandmaster waved his hand.
Suddenly, the Grandmaster stood in front of the wooden stairs of the pavilion, looking at Lu Fan.
Then, the Grandmaster became solemn.
With a wave of his wide sleeves, his hands folded in front of him, a powerful righteousness emanated from the Grandmaster.
"Confucianism, Confucius."
Lu Fan's eyes flickered, the wheelchair automatically turning to face the Grandmaster, his hands also folded.
"North Lu, Lu Fan."
The two of them bowed slightly.
The Grandmaster took the initiative to reveal his identity, recognizing Lu Fan's strength at the level of a master among the scholars.
In the next moment, the Grandmaster laughed heartily, turned around, and walked down the stairs.
"Ning Jie," Lu Fan said softly.
"Yes," Ning Zhao understood, walked behind the wheelchair, and followed the Grandmaster.
Nie Yu picked up the chessboard, and Nie Changqing, seeing Nie Shuang also wanting to follow, gave her a stern look.
"Half an hour running around the island, failing which, two hours of horse stance punishment."
Nie Shuang's face turned pale instantly.
Nie Changqing... You've changed!
After patting Nie Shuang sympathetically on the shoulder, Nie Yu trotted to catch up with
Lu Changkong suddenly opened his eyes.
The blood and qi in his body burst out in succession.
Explosions reverberated in the void as he performed a set of "Earth Derivation Scripture" on the spot, his body emanating a hazy heat.
And that wisp of spiritual energy on the large chrysanthemum was locked onto by him, pulling towards his Qi Pellet.
His face flushed red, exerting all his strength as if in a tug-of-war with the large chrysanthemum.
However, the spiritual energy being exhaled and inhaled by the large chrysanthemum felt as heavy as a thousand catties, and no matter how hard Lu Changkong tried, it didn't budge an inch.
Just as Lu Fan stepped out of the building, he sensed Lu Changkong's state and felt slightly surprised.
He hadn't expected his own father to have such talent in cultivation.
Unfortunately, without the "Myriad Laws Oven" deduced "Earth Derivation Scripture," he couldn't inhale spiritual energy.
Ning Zhao pushed the wheelchair.
Lu Fan sat in the wheelchair, slowly reciting the "Earth Treasury Scripture" derived from the "Earth Derivation Scripture."
A thought flashed through his mind.
Relying on his extremely strong soul intensity, he transmitted his voice across space.
Word by word, sentence by sentence, spanning several miles, it floated to Lu Changkong's ears.
Lu Changkong trembled.
He looked incredulously towards the direction of the building.
Amazed by Lu Fan's methods, he also calmed his mind and, according to the description of the "Earth Treasury Scripture," manipulated the spiritual energy.
With the operation, a strong suction suddenly emerged from his Qi Pellet.
It directly extracted the spiritual energy exhaled and inhaled by the large chrysanthemum, washed away the impurities in his body, and flowed into his Qi Pellet through his limbs and bones.
A look of joy appeared on Lu Changkong's face as he sat cross-legged on the ground.
His clothes fluttered without wind as they slowly settled down.
He successfully stepped into the second stage of the Qi Pellet realm.
"Detection: Lu Changkong (Identity: Lord of Beiluo City) successfully reached the second stage of the Qi Pellet realm, can harvest 1 wisp of spiritual energy, do you want to harvest?"
Suddenly, a system prompt popped up, causing a slight smile to appear on Lu Fan's lips.
The "Myriad Laws Oven" was constructed by the "Preaching Platform," and the "Earth Treasury Scripture" was derived from the "Myriad Laws Oven," which was related to the "Preaching Platform."
Once it involved practitioners of the "Preaching Platform," Lu Fan could harvest the spiritual energy they acquired.
Therefore, when Lu Changkong entered the second stage of the Qi Pellet realm, Lu Fan could also harvest one wisp of spiritual energy.
Without hesitation, he chose to harvest it.
In Lu Fan's spiritual energy column, the upper limit of spiritual energy storage became 102 wisps.
Suddenly, Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, thinking that the Mount Wuliang secret realm was also constructed by the Preaching Platform. As long as practitioners obtained spiritual energy in the secret realm, he could also receive corresponding harvests.
This made Lu Fan suddenly feel a bit excited and anticipative.
Perhaps, reaching the hundredth level of Qi refinement... wasn't that difficult after all.
Lu Changkong's entry into the second stage of the Qi Pellet realm had brought about a transformation in his entire being.
The Grandmaster looked deeply at Lu Changkong, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
However, he didn't say anything.
Instead, he turned to Lu Fan with a smile and said, "I think this chrysanthemum looks very good. Ping'an, can you part with it and give it to me?"
Sitting in the wheelchair, Lu Fan lowered his head and rubbed his slender fingers, saying lightly:
"No."
Another rejection, decisively and unequivocally.
The Grandmaster didn't insist, but looked at the chrysanthemum with some envy.
Entering the island was a bit unpleasant, but leaving the island was harmonious.
The group boarded a luxurious wooden boat.
The boat sailed on the lake, enjoying the scenery, and soon returned to the dock of Beiluo Lake.
Lu Changkong helped the Grandmaster off the boat.
Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing lifted the wheelchair onto the green bricks.
In the distance.
The sound of hooves gradually rose.
Accompanied by a series of urgent donkey calls.
"En... En..."
On the green stone path around the lake.
An old donkey cart slowly approached, and the people didn't pay much attention, just thinking it was a commoner traveling in Beiluo City.
As the donkey cart passed by, a simple young man in a navy blue robe on the cart showed a simple smile towards the crowd.
Suddenly.
The thin rope on the young man's shaft broke, and the carrot hanging on it fell to the ground, rolling.
The donkey's nostrils suddenly sprayed hot air.
Raising its front hooves, the entire cart almost overturned.
The simple young man on the cart looked terrified, fell to the ground, and let out a miserable cry.
The crowd looked on in surprise, thinking that an accident had occurred.
The young man rolled over.
Suddenly, as if springing up, he turned into a swift black shadow, rushing towards the thin Grandmaster.
A silver pair of scissors slipped out of the sleeves of the navy blue robe, emitting a cold and fierce light in the sunlight.
"Soul Piercing Scissors, Silent Assassination!"
The simplicity on the young man's face disappeared.
Replaced by... the confidence and coldness of the world's second assassin.
The atmosphere suddenly became sharp and murderous.
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