Be My Coachman First (Please collect and recommend tickets)

"Congratulations to the host for completing Side Quest 3 and gaining 5 attribute points."

"Quest evaluation: Grade A (Qualified)."

At the moment when Nie Changqing bowed down, the system message popped up in front of Lu Fan.

Lu Fan's heart skipped a beat.

This time the quest evaluation was actually Grade A!

This surprised Lu Fan and brought him unexpected joy. With the reward of 5 attribute points, Lu Fan could now advance to the second level of Qi Cultivation.

Lu Fan's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He could finally level up...

It's really not easy.

He felt a little excited for his first upgrade.

The rain stopped. The thunderstorm came fast and left just as quickly.

The dark clouds were blown away by the wind.

Revealing the bright moon hanging in the sky like a jade disk.

Moonlight poured down like a layer of gauze.

Nie Changqing kneeled on the ground, bowing his head, his forehead soaked by the water.

He had been pondering over the decision to follow Lu Fan for a long time.

Because this decision was difficult.

Not only because of his pride as the tenth disciple of the Daoist Sect.

But also for the safety of Lu Fan and Nie Xiang.

He, Nie Changqing, was an abandoned disciple of the Daoist Sect, suffering from the wrath of the sect.

Once he followed, it would definitely bring trouble to Lu Fan.

However, when Lu Fan ordered the killing of Han Lianxiao without hesitation, Nie Changqing understood that his worry was unnecessary.

Since the moment Han Lianxiao died, Lu Fan must have been prepared to face the anger of the Daoist Sect.

So...in the end, Nie Changqing chose to follow.

Lu Fan had just demonstrated a cultivation technique called "Spiritual Pressure" that belonged to cultivators, and he...wanted to learn it.

Beside Nie Changqing, Nie Xiang also stubbornly knelt.

Imitating Nie Changqing's actions, she also bowed her head.

In a childish tone, she said, "Me too."

Pfft.

Unable to hold back, Ni Yu, holding the umbrella handle, burst out laughing.

Lu Fan came back to his senses from the system notification and couldn't help but smile when he saw Nie Xiang's behavior.

"Alright, get up."

"Following me comes with a buy-one-get-one-free offer. I've made a profit."

Lu Fan chuckled.

Nie Changqing helped Nie Xiang up from the ground.

"From now on, you will follow me. Since I need a coachman, you can temporarily be my coachman and teach little Ni martial arts along the way."

Lu Fan said.

In the past, Lu Fan had difficulty walking, so he could use a wheelchair for short distances. But for long journeys, a horse-drawn carriage was necessary.

"Yes."

Nie Changqing cupped his hands.

"Little Nie...you can practice martial arts with little Ni."

Lu Fan glanced at Nie Xiang, who was being pulled by Nie Changqing and smiled.

"Let's see who becomes a second-rate martial artist first. The one who succeeds first will be heavily rewarded."

Leaning on the wheelchair, Lu Fan lightly tapped on the armrest.

Ni Yu's eyes lit up as she held the umbrella handle.

Nie Xiang also raised her head with her lips pursed.

"Master! Little Ni will not disappoint you!"

Ni Yu's small, plump face flushed with excitement, full of fighting spirit.

Then, she tightly held the umbrella handle and gave Nie Xiang a teasing look.

Nie Xiang was not talkative, but she clenched her fist, letting actions speak for her.

Nie Changqing lovingly patted Nie Xiang's head.

"Alright, it's getting late. The master is tired..."

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand and pinched his nose with the other, lazily saying.

"Yue'er, handle **."

"Ning'er, push me back to the mansion."

Lu Fan said.

"Lao Nie, you can bring little Nie to stay at the mansion."

Nie Changqing pursed his thick lips slightly.

He actually had many doubts to ask Lu Fan.

When he received the cultivation method, he tried to practice it according to the method of blood transfusion. However, it didn't work at all, so he thought that the so-called "divine luck" was fake.

As for the "Imperial Sword Technique," controlling the sword remotely...killing enemies from miles away, it seemed like a fantasy to him.

However, after witnessing Lu Fan's display of Spiritual Pressure, he suddenly began to believe.

 Lu Fan said that he missed an important opportunity and was curious about what that opportunity was.

"Master... the master told us to go to the Chen family to collect a piece of land as rent, will we not go?" 

Ni Yu, blushing beside him, seemed to remember something and asked.

This reminder made Lu Fan pause for a moment, recalling the purpose of his outing today.

"Well, let's visit the Chen family on the way."

Lu Fan rubbed his temples and nodded.

This piece of land was important to Lu Fan. He needed it to establish his own transcendent power.

And this piece of land would become the foundation for him to create a fantasy world.

"Old Nie, go back and pack up. Shall we report to the Lu Manor tomorrow?"

Lu Fan glanced at Nie Changqing, his clothes soaked and covered in wounds, and asked.

"No need to pack up. Me and Shuang'er don't have much luggage. We can just follow the young master."

Nie Changqing held Nie Shuang respectfully and bowed his head, saying.

"Alright."

"Ningjie, give him a bottle of golden wound medicine."

Lu Fan nodded and said to Ning Zhao, then stopped talking.

Ning Zhao took out a small bottle of golden wound medicine and tossed it to Nie Changqing. She pushed the wheelchair and walked towards the narrow alley.

Ni Yu held an umbrella and followed closely behind.

Lu Fan glanced at her and smiled, rubbing her head gently. "The rain has stopped, no need to cover."

Nie Changqing picked up the basket and packed all the pork, slowly following behind Lu Fan.

After Lu Fan and his group disappeared from the alley, Yi Yue's gaze shifted and fell on Han Lianxiao's **.

Her emotions were complicated.

Han Lianxiao, the ninth disciple of the Daoist Sect, almost killed her with a single move.

But this existence, who seemed like an ant, was pressed to the ground by Lu Fan.

The young master was so powerful.

She had to become as strong as the young master in order to protect him and gain recognition.

Yi Yue raised her head and looked at the jade-like moon, her eyes gradually becoming determined.

Then, she whipped her whip, rolled up Han Lianxiao's ** and the bodies of two top-notch martial artists in the distance, and walked out of the alley.

There was only a puddle of blood on the ground.

The strong smell of blood still lingered in the air.

...

Lu Manor.

In the study.

The candle flickered.

After a night of heavy rain outside the window, only the accumulated water on the red carved window eaves dripped incessantly.

Lu Changkong held a brush in one hand, stroked his sleeve with the other hand, and wrote on a silk scroll.

Soon, he finished writing.

"Lao Luo."

After drying the ink, Lu Changkong called out to the outside.

The carved wooden door opened.

Luo Yue, dressed in dark armor and carrying a sword, stepped into the study.

"You take this letter and hurry to the Imperial Capital. Inform His Majesty that I will set off tomorrow and personally escort the captured martial arts masters to the capital."

Lu Changkong said.

"Make sure to hand the letter to His Majesty personally."

Luo Yue took the letter and clenched his fist solemnly.

"I will not disappoint the lord's expectations."

Lu Changkong smiled, "This world is about to be in chaos... These martial arts masters have always obeyed the orders of the Nation Master, but now they have defected at a critical time."

"If it weren't for Ning Zhao, Beiluo City would have already fallen. Dantai Xuan's army is already approaching the Imperial Capital."

Luo Yue fell silent. As a trusted military officer under Lu Changkong, he understood the seriousness of this matter.

"In the past, the Nation Master wielded a feather fan and wore Confucian robes, dominating the martial arts world and suppressing all major martial arts sects. Even the Hundred Schools of Thought retreated to their mountain gates. But now, the Nation Master is old, and these martial artists have started to make a move again."

Lu Changkong sighed.

Luo Yue also took a deep breath and spoke coldly, "These people have no sense of gratitude!"

"The times have changed. When the previous emperor passed away, the era of the Nation Master was also over..." Lu Changkong fell silent for a while and let out a quiet sigh.

"Go."

Lu Changkong waved his hand.

Let Luo Yue leave.

Luo Yue bowed and left the room, putting on his helmet and immediately leaving, ordering someone to prepare horses.

Lu Changkong, dressed in Confucian robes, stood with his hands behind his back, standing in front of the red carved window.

Looking at the moonlight outside the window, he squinted his eyes.

He raised his hand.

In the palm of his hand, a faint blue light circled, and a wisp of spiritual energy floated freely at his will.