Outside Beiluo City, a hundred miles away.
Wolong Ridge.
The long and narrow Wolong Ridge, when viewed horizontally, resembled a dragon lying flat on the plain, emitting a suppressive aura.
A carriage raced across the not-so-smooth terrain.
It drove straight to the foot of Wolong Ridge.
However, without an official road, the path on Wolong Ridge was not easy to traverse, and the carriage rattled violently.
Soon, the carriage stopped, and the coachman's forehead was covered in sweat.
Lü Mudui stepped out holding a green bamboo cane and instructed the coachman to wait for him here.
He looked at Wolong Ridge, rubbing three copper coins, as if the dragon-like Wolong Ridge inexplicably brought him immense pressure. It was as if a pair of intimidating eyes were staring at him, causing his fingers to twitch as he pinched the coins.
"Is there immortal fortune in Wolong Ridge?"
Lü Mudui took a deep breath, dressed in white, his bamboo cane and hemp shoes lighter than the horse's, and headed straight into the mountains.
After walking along the rugged mountain road for a long time, the oppressive feeling in the air became stronger.
In the distance, a mountain man with a dark complexion and a bamboo basket on his back rushed out of the forest in a panic.
Lü Mudui's eyes lit up, and he stopped the man.
"Hurry, there's a monster about to be born in the mountains!"
"That monster eats people!"
The mountain man, simple and honest, restrained his excitement and fear and described the strangeness deep in Wolong Ridge to Lü Mudui.
Lü Mudui's brows furrowed as he listened, his expression becoming increasingly serious.
After persuading the man, who was still determined to go deeper into the mountains despite his warnings, to flee, the mountain man no longer paid him any attention and hurried away with a frightened expression.
After the mountain man's figure disappeared.
Lü Mudui took a deep breath, tapped his bamboo cane, and continued deeper into the mountains.
In the deep depths of Wolong Ridge, strange roars seemed to pervade the air, startling flocks of birds into flight.
Finally, Lü Mudui arrived at the terrifying and bizarre place described by the mountain man.
The trees disappeared, replaced by a huge pit.
Lü Mudui was full of incredulity, the light from the pit reflecting in his pupils. Outside the pit, there was something pale blue that looked like an eggshell, radiating brilliance and colorful lights.
The oppressive aura emanated from the "eggshell."
Lü Mudui's body trembled uncontrollably.
Immortal fortune!
The immortal fortune that Young Master Lu spoke of... had indeed appeared!
Step by step, Lü Mudui approached. In front of the immortal fortune, he couldn't control his usual calmness.
He came to the front of the pale blue "eggshell."
The "eggshell" was somewhat transparent, and his eyes stared fixedly at it, vaguely able to see a magnificent underground palace inside!
This must be the realm of immortal fortune inside!
Young Master Lu didn't deceive him!
Lü Mudui's old face flushed red, and he kept getting closer to the pale blue "eggshell," as if he wanted to see clearly what the palace inside the "eggshell" looked like.
Suddenly...
A black shadow emerged from the other end of the "eggshell."
A pale eyeball suddenly stuck to the other end of the "eggshell," facing Lü Mudui's eyes...
Lü Mudui instantly felt a chill spreading from the soles of his feet.
In an instant, a terrifying oppressive force was released from the other end of the "eggshell."
Hum...
The air rippled like water, brushing past Lü Mudui's body.
With a "puh," he spat out blood.
His white clothes stained with blood, he grabbed the bamboo cane and retreated continuously, his face full of fear...
Indeed, this "eggshell" must be the protection of the immortal fortune. Without the "Heaven and Earth Qi Order" mentioned by Young Master Lu, it was probably impossible to open and enter.
Lü Mudui made a judgment in his heart instantly.
After the fear came excitement...
The immortal fortune was real!
He laughed wildly in front of the "eggshell."
Afterward, holding the bamboo cane, he ran away.
This world would be shaken by this immortal fortune.
...
By the North Beiluo Lake.
The tense atmosphere gradually dissipated.
Mo Liuqi passed out, lying on the ground covered in blood.
The Grandmaster's wide robe fluttered in the wind, his back soaked with cold sweat.
This assassin... was quite skilled, he almost fell for it.
"Master, how should we deal with this assassin?"
On the wheelchair, Lu Fan chuckled, looking at the Grandmaster.
After all, the one who was assassinated was the Grandmaster, and the one who was shocked was also the Grandmaster. When dealing with the assassin, it was necessary to ask for his opinion.
The Grandmaster had calmed down at this moment and smiled, "It's all thanks to you for subduing this assassin. How you want to handle it is up to you."
The Grandmaster was shrewd and could naturally see that Lu Fan had some thoughts about this assassin.
Lu Fan nodded, "Uncle Luo, escort this assassin to the dungeon. Later, I will personally interrogate him."
Still trembling with fear, Luo Yue heard Lu Fan's words and quickly cupped his hands.
"Yes, sir."
Subsequently, an order was given to have someone tie up Mo Liuqi in a big knot.
As Mo Liuqi was being bound, a hairpin fell from his waist.
With a flick of Lu Fan's hand, the hairpin flew into his palm automatically.
It was a crudely made, cheap hairpin with the words "Azhu" engraved on it, twisted and distorted.
Lu Fan raised an eyebrow, glancing at Mo Liuqi.
Everyone gathered their emotions and headed towards Lu's mansion.
Due to the assassination attempt, the atmosphere was somewhat less relaxed.
At Lu's mansion.
Jing Yue sat bored on a stone chair, playing with his sword, using one finger to support the vertical sword, preventing it from falling over.
In the center of the courtyard.
Mo Tianyu, with disheveled hair, chapped lips, and dried blood on his face, struggled to keep his eyelids open.
"Don't sleep, if you sleep, you might not wake up. If you don't wake up from this sleep, the young master will come after me."
Jing Yue glanced at Mo Tianyu's exposed head on the ground and said.
"As a prominent disciple of Confucianism, no one else has ended up like you."
"You say, why do you have to act so cocky? Be more low-key like me, isn't it better to be alive?"
"If you can't fight, run; if you can't run, beg for mercy. Only by surviving can you have hope for the future."
"You're lucky, with Lord Lu pleading for you. You know, the last person who acted like you in front of the young master, ** is long gone, tut-tut..."
Jing Yue played with his sword, chattering incessantly.
Mo Tianyu's face turned slightly red with anger.
"Shu... shu..."
Mo Tianyu weakly uttered a protest.
"Do you want me to shut up? If you wanted me to shut up, you should have said it earlier. How could I know you wanted me to shut up if you didn't tell me?"
Jing Yue played with his sword and said.
Mo Tianyu almost gasped for air.
He was already in such a miserable state, and they sent a talkative person to drive him mad.
Is Lord Lu the devil?
Suddenly.
Jing Yue, who was about to reason with Mo Tianyu, put his sword back into its sheath and stood up straight with a serious expression.
Outside the small courtyard, there was a rustling sound.
The figure of Lu Fan sitting in a wheelchair appeared, accompanied by the white-haired National Master in a wide robe, and Lu Changkong.
The group entered the small courtyard.
At first glance, they saw Mo Tianyu, buried with only his head exposed.
"Young Master!"
Jing Yue saw Lu Fan and quickly put on a fawning smile, "This guy is still alive. Several times he was close to death, but under my influence, he felt the beauty of life and bravely survived. He's a miracle of life."
Lu Fan glanced at Jing Yue.
He was somewhat speechless about this shameless sword sect master.
The National Master looked at Mo Tianyu's miserable condition, stroked his beard, and shook his head with a complicated expression.
"This wicked disciple has caused you trouble, Ping'an."
The National Master said.
On the wheelchair, Lu Fan smiled.
"No problem, it's just a small favor."
Then, a faint blue airflow surged around Lu Fan.
Now, he was more skilled in controlling spiritual pressure.
The spiritual pressure flowed underground.
BOOM!
With a soft sound, Mo Tianyu's body was immediately squeezed out of the ground and shot towards the sky.
"Jing Yue, catch him."
Lu Fan withdrew the spiritual pressure and said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Jing Yue moved instantly, displaying his lightness kung fu, leaping up and sweeping up the fallen leaves in the courtyard.
He caught the falling Mo Tianyu in his arms.
Accompanying the fluttering leaves, they slowly descended from the sky