By the lake, an old man leaned against the boat, holding the oar tightly in his arms. He grinned with his missing front tooth as he watched the geishas leaving Lake Heart Island with their luggage on their backs.
In the distance, Nie Changqing pushed Lu Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, towards them. Lu Fan closed his eyes slightly, feeling the recovery speed of the spiritual energy inside his body.
Ni Yu, on the other hand, was still terrified by the terrifying Chao Tian Ling Ju and followed closely beside Lu Fan.
They boarded the boat.
The old man energetically paddled the oar, and the fishing boat smoothly sailed out, creating ripples on the water's surface.
Ni Yu leaned over the edge of the boat again, starting her seasickness journey.
Ning Zhao did not leave with Lu Fan. She stayed on the island, helping Lu Fan disperse everyone and clean up the "Baiyu Jing" building.
...
They arrived ashore.
The old man rubbed his hands together.
Lu Fan, sitting in the wheelchair, opened his eyes and gave the old man a meaningful look.
"Reward."
Lu Fan said lightly.
With a pale face and trembling legs, Ni Yu quickly took out her money bag and squeezed out a piece of broken silver to give to the old man.
The old man immediately smiled with joy.
Lu Fan's specially made carriage was still parked at the pier. Nie Changqing opened the side door of the carriage and pushed Lu Fan into the compartment. Then he sat on the carriage frame, holding the whip.
Ni Yu did not follow Lu Fan into the compartment. She squatted on the carriage frame, needing some rest from her seasickness.
Snap!
Nie Changqing raised the whip and suddenly flicked it, causing the steed to neigh.
Inside the compartment.
Lu Fan slowly lifted the hanging curtain and looked out through the window at the old man who was happily clutching the oar with the broken silver. He was looking at Lu Fan, and Lu Fan was looking at him.
The carriage galloped and disappeared on the official road, their gazes ultimately shattered.
Watching the departing carriage.
The old man grinned, showing his standard tooth gap smile.
He picked up the oar, sang loudly with great enthusiasm, and stepped onto the fishing boat with a somewhat suave manner.
The fishing boat swayed on the lake.
...
Inside the carriage, Lu Fan accessed the system panel.
Host: Lu Fan
Title: Qi Refiner (Permanent)
Qi Refining Level: 2 (Progress of Level 3: 1001000 threads)
Soul Strength: 13 (Exchangeable: 2)
Physical Strength: 1 (Exchangeable: 1)
Spiritual Energy: 72 threads (Self-recoverable)
Transformation Reward: "Creation of Profound Qi" chapter
World Rating: Wuhuang Continent [Low Martial]
Permissions: [Tasks], [Preaching Platform], [Spiritual Energy Release]
Branch Permission: [Ten Thousand Laws Furnace (lv1)]
The spiritual energy has recovered to 72 threads, and the speed is not slow, but it won't increase much.
Staring at the panel, Lu Fan fell into contemplation.
As the soul strength crossed 10, Lu Fan found that his five senses and six senses became clearer, and even... he could control objects.
For example, he could control the wheelchair to turn and move on its own.
The stronger the soul strength, the more pronounced the effect.
As for physical strength, it obviously had to do with physique.
Lu Fan really wanted to enhance his physical strength, but... currently, what he needed most was soul strength and spiritual energy.
Therefore, physical strength couldn't become his focus for improvement.
"It seems I need to acquire attribute points quickly..."
Lu Fan pondered.
Regarding the acquisition of attribute points, Lu Fan had summarized two methods. One was to complete tasks. The other was to hope for rewards from transformations.
These so-called transformation rewards could be understood as achievements in world transformation. For example, when he released spiritual energy to Ning Zhao and created the first cultivator, he received a reward.
Perhaps any first related to world transformation could bring rewards.
This made Lu Fan have some ideas...
...
The horse carriage galloped and arrived in front of the magnificent gate of the Lu Mansion.
Nie Changqing helped Lu Fan down from the carriage, while Ni Yu carried a chessboard and pushed a wheelchair.
Ye Yue had been waiting in front of the gate for Lu Fan.
When Ye Yue saw Lu Fan getting off the carriage, her eyes lit up and she bowed slightly.
"Young master, according to your instructions, all the people involved have been imprisoned and awaiting punishment."
Ye Yue said.
Lu Fan nodded slightly, "Well done, take me there."
Ye Yue bowed and walked behind Lu Fan, pushing him towards the direction of the Lu Mansion's prison.
As the lord's mansion, the Lu Mansion naturally had a prison for imprisoning criminals.
Wherever there are people, there will be evil. No one dares to say that any city is completely free of evil and everyone is civilized.
Therefore, the role of the prison is crucial.
The sound of wooden wheels rolling on the ground echoed, and the Lu Mansion's prison was already in sight.
A young warrior wearing armor with a dark luster stood guard in front of the gate, waiting for Lu Fan.
Lu Fan wasn't very familiar with this person, but this person recognized Lu Fan.
The warrior came to Lu Fan and saluted with clasped fists.
"I am Luo Cheng, I have seen the young master."
The warrior said, neither humble nor arrogant, with a majestic demeanor.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand and lightly tapped his thigh with a thin blanket.
"Are you the eldest son of Uncle Luo?"
After thinking for a moment, Lu Fan asked.
Luo Cheng nodded slightly.
"Very good."
Lu Fan's mouth curled up.
"What I'm about to do may be a bit aggressive, can you handle it?"
Luo Cheng, wearing a helmet, looked at Lu Fan, who was different from the rumors, and said seriously, "I have followed the lord through life and death. I can handle anything."
"The lord ordered me to obey the young master's commands and protect the young master. So... if the young master has any orders, just say it."
Luo Cheng said firmly.
Lu Fan nodded slightly.
"As long as you can handle it, take me to see Xiao Chen and the others."
Luo Cheng stepped aside and led Lu Fan into the prison.
The prison was quite damp, filled with the smell of mold and foul odor.
The lighting was dim, and the air was permeated with a bloody scent. Various torture instruments were placed in the cells, stained with blood.
The prisoners imprisoned in each cell stared at Lu Fan.
They didn't shout and beg for help like characters in previous movies and TV dramas. Instead, they sat on the floor of the cell, their eyes numb and indifferent.
As they went deeper into the prison, it became noisier.
"Lu Ping'an! How dare you do this?!"
"We are scholars with achievements! How dare you imprison us? This is disrespect to the emperor and the national teacher of Confucianism!"
"Lu Ping'an, let us out! Scholars should act according to rules. We have achievements. Who do you think you are to arrest us?!"
Inside the cells...
Each Confucian scholar saw Lu Fan and became angry.
They grabbed the pillars of the cells and yelled at Lu Fan without caring about their image.
On the wheelchair, Lu Fan frowned.
Nie Changqing suppressed his butcher's knife and looked coldly at them.
Ye Yue also had a cold face, her hand resting on a whip at her waist.
Lu Fan waved his hand, signaling Ye Yue to stop.
He looked around, smiling or not, and glanced at the Confucian scholars who were imprisoned. He couldn't help but smile.
"Why? Because I suspect that you are colluding with the three major families, conspiring with rebels, and wanting to harm our Great Zhou."
"What the three major families have done, you all know. With my father in the capital, now I am in charge of Beiluo... The things my father doesn't dare to do, I will do."
Lu Fan rubbed his slender fingers and lowered his head, saying calmly.
Luo Cheng stepped forward, his gaze sharp.
Lu Fan's words struck a chord in Luo Cheng's heart, making his blood run hot.
He looked at the young master sitting in the wheelchair, his eyes suddenly filled with anticipation.
Lu Fan's words didn't have much deterrent power. Except for a few Confucian scholars who seemed to sense something and hid in the corner in fear, the rest of the scholars shouted insults and vulgar language at Lu Fan.
They considered themselves as the purest scholars, with achievements. What were they afraid to curse?
Even the emperor had been cursed!
Lu Fan pursed his lips. Although he had a good temper, he couldn't stand the slightest injustice.
"Luo Cheng."
"Here."
Luo Cheng saluted with clasped fists.
"Kill them all."
Lu Fan said in a calm voice.
Luo Cheng trembled in his mind, and in the next moment, a glint flashed in his eyes.
"Yes."
With the order given, the iron-blooded soldiers rushed into the cells.
The scholars were stunned.
They couldn't curse anymore because the iron-blooded soldiers who received the order didn't waste any words. They swung their cold blades and blood splattered on the walls.
In the depths of the prison...
Chen Boxun, sitting on the ground, trembled.
Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan were trembling in terror.
What did Lu Fan want to do?
Start a massacre without any hesitation?!
Would their fate be the same as those scholars?
The screams in the prison didn't last long, and the strong smell of blood couldn't dissipate.
Finally, in the sight of Liu Ye and Zhu Yishan...
Lu Fan, sitting in a wheelchair, dressed in white, gradually emerged from the darkness.
His face was as white as jade, and he smiled like a spring breeze as he looked at them.