Boom!
A fierce wind suddenly rose within the small courtyard.
The stone chairs and tables were swayed by the strong wind, while the planted trees trembled and leaves fluttered.
Mo Tianyu's face turned red, his pupils contracted, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Even before anyone inside the house showed their face, this terrifying force erupted, as if a divine being had descended upon them!
The immense pressure caused Mo Tianyu's blood to freeze.
Suddenly, he had a feeling as if he was facing an enraged master.
Mo Tianyu was not weak in strength. As a Seventh Echo Grandmaster at his age, having such power was not easy. It was also his proud capital.
However, in the face of the palm strike from inside the house, even the strength of a Seventh Echo Grandmaster seemed utterly feeble.
His clothes clung tightly to his body as they were blown by the wind, and his hair fluttered backwards.
The palm formed by the convergence of pale blue energy flow, with the middle finger overlapping the index finger, looked like a chess piece sliding down the sleeve.
Bang!
A loud explosion.
Mo Tianyu's wine gourd burst open.
Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose.
Above his head, the Confucian righteousness that he took great pride in collapsed under this finger. His mighty Confucian aura, which could easily surpass others, was as fragile as paper in front of this finger.
Crack.
Unmatched pressure, like towering mountains, pressed down on Mo Tianyu's head.
His neck bent under the weight.
Boom!
Invisible waves of force dispersed.
Mo Tianyu felt the ground beneath his feet explode, and excruciating pain surged through his body.
Everything went black before him, leaving only a blur of flesh and blood.
The terrifying pressure in the courtyard dissipated.
However, the fierce wind also gradually ceased...
Inside the courtyard.
Jing Yue's face turned red with suffocation as he knelt on the ground, his expression filled with sorrow.
"Young master... he is one of us!"
Jing Yue's voice trembled with difficulty and resentment.
The pressure in the courtyard suddenly disappeared.
Jing Yue felt the force that had restrained him gradually move away. Only then could he barely lift his head.
The cold moonlight spilled down.
The courtyard was in disarray, with fallen leaves scattered all over the ground and collapsed stone chairs, among other things.
However, what shocked Jing Yue the most was not these things but... the head exposed on the ground at the center of the courtyard.
The owner of that head was none other than Mo Tianyu, the senior disciple of the Confucian school who defeated him with a single move!
At this moment, Mo Tianyu looked extremely miserable.
His previous arrogance and elegance had long turned into smoke and mirrors.
He was slapped by a divine force, like a carrot, and plunged into the ground.
Only his head was left outside, with blood continuously overflowing from his body.
Jing Yue took a cold breath and trembled all over.
He was somewhat scared.
Fortunately, he surrendered decisively and directly, otherwise...his fate would be no better than Mo Tianyu, who was barely alive at the moment.
The young master's methods...are truly unfathomable!
Mo Tianyu is a righteous master of the Confucian Seven Echoes Sect.
A single word can change the world, and righteousness shakes the world.
However, such a master who can almost walk horizontally in the Great Zhou Dynasty...is now slapped like a scallion.
Ning Zhao fell gently, the icy cicada wing sword emitting a shimmering light.
She looked at Mo Tianyu indifferently, without sympathy or pity.
He brought this upon himself.
She warned him, but Mo Tianyu, self-reliant on his strength, insisted on calculating fortunes for the young master.
In the end, he met this miserable fate.
However, Ning Zhao was somewhat surprised...
With the young master's narrow-mindedness, he didn't actually kill Mo Tianyu.
Blood flowed from Mo Tianyu's mouth and nose, only his head remained above ground, and his whole body was driven into the ground by a finger.
His consciousness was slightly blurred at the moment.
Lu Fan asked him if he had ever calculated his own fate.
To be honest...before leaving the capital, Mo Tianyu did calculate his fortune.
That fortune was clearly very auspicious...
At this moment, Mo Tianyu recalled the divination and felt a surge of sadness. Auspicious...what a load of crap! In that brief moment just now, he had walked through the gates of hell. Despite the intense pain throughout his body, his mind was surprisingly clear. He couldn't help but think of the time when the national teacher sat in his rocking chair in front of the study, with a melancholic expression, discussing matters of life and death. It turns out...death is truly terrifying.
Mo Tianyu looked towards the pitch-black room. From beginning to end, no one inside the room had appeared, not even showing their face. They only spoke three sentences and dropped three seeds, and he ended up in this miserable state. Mo Tianyu took a deep breath, but it caused blood to flow back into his throat, choking him in coughs.
Could it be that Beiluo Lu, the young master, truly possesses the power of gods and demons?!
"Sir, how should we deal with this person?" Ning Zhao asked, grasping her Cicada Wing Sword and draped in moonlight, as she looked towards the room.
Jing Yue got up and retracted his sword into its scabbard, his heart involuntarily tensing up. The room was quiet and tranquil, pitch-black as ink, without a trace of light emitting from it.
After a long while, a faint voice drifted out.
"Kill him."
The ethereal words lingered in the courtyard.
Light words lingered in the courtyard.
Ningzhao remained unchanged, holding the cicada-wing sword and nodding.
"Here you go."
But Jingyue's face trembled uncontrollably.
This is Mo Tianyu, the top disciple of Confucianism... the disciple of the Great Zhou National Teacher. Isn't Lu Fan afraid of angering the National Teacher with such casualness?
Jingyue opened his mouth and wanted to advise Lu Fan.
But when the words reached his throat... he backed down.
If he spoke out to advise, Lu Fan would feel like he was questioning his decision. In a fit of anger, Lu Fan might kill him as well. That would be a big loss for him.
So Jingyue remained silent from the bottom of his heart.
Ningzhao's white skirt fluttered, the cicada-wing sword raised, and the delicate skin on her beautiful face shone like white porcelain under the moonlight.
She rolled up her sleeves and raised her delicate hand, intending to cut off Mo Tianyu's head like cutting leeks.
Suddenly.
A stooped figure fell outside the house.
"Young master, you must not!"
Lao Huang landed on the ground, his heart pounding, but he quickly shouted hoarsely.
Ningzhao's movements hesitated.
In the small courtyard, there were clanging sounds.
Several figures swiftly rushed into the courtyard.
Luchang Kong held a helmet in one hand, wearing armor, and his other hand rested on the long knife at his waist, exuding a cold and stern aura.
Luo Yue followed behind him.
As soon as the two entered the courtyard, illuminated by the moonlight, they saw Mo Tianyu's head on the ground.
Luo Yue and Luchang Kong were shocked. If Mo Tianyu hadn't moved his neck slightly, they would have thought his head had been cut off.
"Sister Ning, stop."
Inside the house, Lu Fan's voice floated lightly.
He had actually sensed Luchang Kong's approach long ago.
"Fang'er, how are you feeling?"
Luchang Kong looked towards the house and asked with concern.
As for Mo Tianyu, who was buried on the ground with only his head left, he didn't pay attention to him at all.
If it weren't for the fact that Mo Tianyu had the National Teacher behind him.
Just the crime of trespassing into Lu Manor at night was enough for Luchang Kong to kill him.
Inside the house.
Rustling sounds.
Ningzhao put away the cicada-wing sword and went into the house.
Soon, she came out pushing a wheelchair.
The cold moonlight poured down, shining on the elegant and young boy sitting in the wheelchair, with rosy lips and white teeth.
"Thank you for your concern, Father. I am in a good mood today and my thoughts are clear. I'm quite happy."
On the wheelchair, Lufan laughed lightly.
In the courtyard.
Mo Tianyu finally saw Lu Fan.
That terrifying existence that almost crushed him between its palms.
It turned out to be such a harmless, wheelchair-bound, beautiful and jade-like weak young man.
Luchang Kong asked Lufan with concern for a long time.
Father and son chatted happily under the moonlight.
As for Mo Tianyu, it seemed as if he had been completely forgotten.
"Father, although this person is the top disciple of the National Teacher, disturbing my peaceful dream is a forgivable offense. Let him stay like this for a few days until the National Teacher comes to collect him."
"When the National Teacher comes, he can leave."
Lufan said calmly.
After speaking, there was no room for negotiation, so Ningzhao pushed him back into the room.
Luchang Kong smiled and had no intention of speaking up for Mo Tianyu.
With a smiling yet not smiling glance at Mo Tianyu, who was buried in the ground like an onion, Luchang Kong, together with Luo Yue and Lao Huang, left Lufan's courtyard. After leaving the courtyard, Luchang Kong asked Luo Yue to inform the coachman outside the gate.
In the courtyard, Jingyue carried his sword case on his back and let out a sigh of relief, secretly pleased with his decision not to flee this time.
Suddenly, a faint voice echoed around Jingyue as if it were whispering in his ear.
The whispered voice carried an unquestionable tone.
"Keep an eye on him. If he dies, it's your responsibility. If he runs away... it's also your responsibility, until the National Teacher comes to collect him."
...
Inside the room, shattered moonlight scattered.
Lufan sat cross-legged, his mind surging.
Mo Tianyu's appearance was just a minor episode for him.
Tonight, he still had important matters to attend to.
With a thought, the system panel appeared before him.
His gaze shifted and landed on the "Preaching Platform" in the authority column.
"Preaching Platform activated, deducting 1 unit of soul strength automatically..."
Buzz...
The system prompt message popped up.
A ray of light, accompanied by an irresistible suction force, appeared before Lufan again.
When Lufan opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in the center of the Preaching Platform's Bagua formation, surrounded by thick spiritual energy flowing slowly.
Suddenly.
Lufan raised an eyebrow.
He saw a prompt message appear before him.
"Detection: Xiang Shaoyun (Identity: Governor of Xijun) has successfully reached the second stage of Qi Dan Realm. Can obtain 1 strand of spiritual energy. Do you want to obtain it?"