Ten days later, the trade fair opened. At the trade fair, everyone was wearing masks, concealing their identities.
The trade fair went smoothly, and the Lu Clan got their wish, buying the Origin-returning Pill with 25,000 spirit stones.
After buying the Origin-returning Pill, the three elders left silently.
Whoosh whoosh!
The three elders were walking in the mountain range when suddenly, a flying sword sped towards them.
Third Elder Lu Changping activated his Magic Treasure, and a golden shield appeared to block the flying sword. However, under the impact of the huge force, his blood Qi surged, and his mind wavered.
At the same time, the other two elders were attacked,
Bang bang!
The Magic Treasures and spells collided, and the two sides clashed.
The battle quickly began, and it entered the stage of a bloodbath.
The three elders of the Lu Clan were besieged, and they were obviously no match for the six black-clothed cultivators.
In just a dozen breaths, someone was injured.
"Old man, go to hell!"
At this moment, a black-clothed man urged his spirit sword, and rays of light flashed, turning into 13 sword shadows that stabbed at the Third Elder.
"Not good, my life is over. It's a pity that the pill can't be delivered to the Patriarch!" the Third Elder said in despair.
Suddenly, a soft sigh could be heard. It was like a sigh of sorrow.
A spirit sword appeared. This spirit sword was forged from spirit wood, and it had the veins of a tree, flickering with a green light.
Slash!
The spirit sword stabbed into the black-clothed man's body, and the sword broke through the True Essence barrier, dying on the spot.
An old man appeared in front of them. He had an imposing bearing, and he gave off a trace of an aura of destruction. It was the Lu family patriarch, Lu Fuming.
This Zifu Patriarch had actually stealthily followed them.
The remaining black-robed cultivators were astonished. They split up and fled for their lives.
Zifu cultivators were too powerful. Foundation Establishment cultivators did not stand a chance.
Lu Fuming chased in a certain direction. His spirit sword flickered, transforming into a green flying sword that flew towards them. The black-robed cultivator managed to dodge and block seven of the sword Qi blades. However, at the moment of the eighth sword Qi, he was stabbed and died on the spot.
After another round of pursuit, three Foundation Establishment cultivators died one after another.
The remaining three black-clothed cultivators fled for their lives.
"Patriarch, Why are you here?! If you attack before your injuries recover, your injuries will worsen!" the Third Elder said with worry.
"It doesn't matter. I'm heavily injured, but killing a few Foundation Establishment cultivators is still a piece of cake!" Lu Fuming said calmly.
"I have caused you trouble, Patriarch!" the Third Elder said.
"Unfortunately, I was planning to catch a big fish, but I only managed to catch a few little fellows!" Lu Fuming said, feeling somewhat regretful.
He had sent the three Lu Clan Elders to the Green Lotus Market in order to lure the snake out of its hole and attract some of his enemies to make a move. This would be the perfect opportunity to eliminate the enemies and sweep away the Lu Clan's troubles. However, he did not expect those enemies to be so patient.
Retracting his thoughts, Lu Fuming took the three elders and left.
...
After the Lu Clan's patriarch left, about six hours later.
On the ground, the earth rumbled. A gray-robed man appeared from the ground like a groundhog.
"Old dog of the Lu Clan. Amazing..."
The gray-robed man said, "As expected of an expert at the eighth level of the Zifu stage. Even if he is heavily injured, he isn't someone I can provoke, although I am a cultivator at the third level of the Zifu stage. If I were to meet him, I might be killed within 20 moves. However, he is an old man after all. Even if his injuries are completely healed, his lifespan will not exceed 20 years."
"Time, stand on my side! When you pass away, it will be the time for me to destroy the Lu Clan!"
He gritted his teeth as he spoke, hatred seeping into his bones.
In the past, he was only a loose cultivator. He had accidentally entered the senior's estate and began to rise to prominence.
One time, he entered the Lu Clan's market and bought some items. The moment he walked out of the market, he was robbed by a Lu Clan cultivator.
He brazenly killed the Lu Clan cultivator.
However, this also stirred up a hornet's nest. The Lu Clan cultivators continued to pursue him. He also continued to fight fiercely and killed a Lu Clan Foundation Establishment cultivator in the midst of the fierce battle.
The entire Lu Clan was furious and issued an arrest warrant.
The gray-robed cultivator could only flee from Qingshui Prefecture. At the moment of his escape, he was intercepted by the Lu Clan. He narrowly escaped with his life, but his Dao partner died at the hands of the Lu Clan.
Back then, he swore to destroy the Lu Clan, even if it cost his life.
After bitterly cultivating for a hundred years, he returned to Clearwater Prefecture. He was already at the third level of the Zifu realm, but he still couldn't defeat the Lu clan's Patriarch, Lu fuming.
Fortunately, the heavens rewarded him. Lu Clan's Patriarch was old and heavily injured. At most, he would pass away in 20 years.
This time, by instigating the bandit cultivators to kill the three Lu Clan Elders, he was testing out the Lu Clan's background.
If they really succeeded in killing the elders, then it was good. However, if they failed, it would not have much of an impact.
At the moment he attacked, Lu Fuming had successfully killed three Foundation Establishment cultivators. However, he had also exposed his own weakness. It was clear that he could not hold on for much longer.
"I can wait 20 years!" The gray-robed man laughed coldly, then disappeared.
...
Cough cough!
Along the way, Lu Fuming maintained his calm and collected demeanor, as if he had not been injured. However, when he entered the Immortal's cave abode, he could not hold on any longer. He immediately coughed up blood, and his aura became sluggish.
Along the way, he forced himself to pull himself together. He opened the pill bottle and took out the pill.
He used a sort of special Pill Coating on the Origin-returning Pill, locking the efficacy, and reducing the loss of efficacy.
If there is no Pill Coating, the Origin-returning Pill can only be stored for more than a year. After that, the pill's efficacy would start to disperse.
With a Pill Coating, it would be able to last at least 30 years.
Lu Fuming peeled off the coating, and the pill exuded a green aura, which indicated that it was rich in vitality.
Lu Fuming consumed the pill and the medicinal efficacy began to spread.
Whew whew whew!
Holding the pill formula and refining the medicinal efficacy of the pill, traces of mild medicinal efficacy began to spread, healing his injured body.
About ten days later, the medicinal efficacy was completely refined.
However, Lu Fuming was not happy. Instead, he was melancholic. "The injuries are more serious than I imagined. At most, I have ten more years. After ten years, I will pass away... How can I accept this!"
His face was somewhat distorted, and his expression was gloomy and cold. It was as if there was a black aura over his head. He was filled with a baleful aura, as if he was a devil from hell.
"After ten years, once I pass away in meditation, the Lu Clan will be besieged by tigers and wolves... How can I accept this!"
"If not for the Beast Tide, I would still have 70 years of lifespan, enough to step into the ninth layer of the Zifu stage. I might even have a chance to break through to the Golden Core stage... How can I accept this!"
"Ten years later, I'm going to die. I'm going to turn into an ice-cold corpse and be buried underground. How can I accept this!!"
The Lu Clan Patriarch roared crazily, venting the unwillingness in his heart.
After a long while, he sat down dejectedly. "For now, that's all I can do... I'm sorry..."