He Spins a Colossal Lie

As the rain gradually subsided, transforming from a torrential downpour into a gentle drizzle, it floated in the night sky like young white tea leaves.

In a narrow alley.

The scene was extremely bizarre.

A youth with rosy lips and white teeth sat leisurely in a wheelchair, chin resting on his hand.

Around him, streams of pale blue energy flowed swiftly, intertwining outside his body like the circulation of vital energy.

The drizzling rain from the sky, before even reaching him, was torn apart and fragmented by these energy streams.

Everyone stood dumbfounded.

Even Nianzhao, Yiyue, and Niyu, who were very familiar with Lufan, felt the same.

At this moment, the young master appeared so unfamiliar.

So... aloof.

They had never felt this way before.

Lufan sat in his wheelchair, indifferently watching Han Lianxiao kneeling in front of him.

Han Lianxiao was a grandmaster.

In terms of physical strength, a hundred Lufans couldn't match up to him.

But Lufan didn't rely on physical strength; he relied on spiritual energy.

The Huang-ranked high-grade technique, "Daoist Sect's Spiritual Power Cultivation Technique," was activated by Lufan, and the spiritual energy interwove into a curtain, forming a natural sense of oppression.

Lufan called this "spiritual pressure."

It was a suppression of non-practitioners by cultivators.

Of course, this was also because Lufan had erupted with fifty strands of spiritual energy in an instant.

Without sufficient support of spiritual energy, such a dominant spiritual pressure would be impossible to manifest.

Just like Nianzhao, although she had two strands of spiritual energy in her Qi Dan, apart from enhancing her combat power, it was impossible for her to create spiritual pressure.

Even if she could, it would have little effect on grandmaster-level martial artists.

Han Lianxiao remained kneeling on the ground, rainwater trickling into his soaked clothes and seeping through to his skin.

 There was no hesitation at all!

Han Lian smiled, coughing up blood from his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief and unwillingness.

Everyone has been deceived!

So... the young master of Beiluo City is not just a foolish scholar who only knows how to study Confucianism!

He has unpredictable means, he possesses a decisive and ruthless character!

He has woven a huge lie!

What does he really want to do?!

Han Lian's head drooped, still unwillingly staring at Lu Fan before his death.

In the end, he collapsed in a pool of blood, lifeless.

Nie Changqing dropped the pig-killing knife.

His expression was complex and shocked. The 9th Han Lianxiao of the Daoist sect... was dead.

A master of the Five Resonance level.

Among the various schools of thought, they are basically the top martial artists when the other schools of thought are not present.

These martial artists silently died in Beiluo City.

Nie Changqing fell silent, feeling a mix of emotions in his heart.

An assassination targeting him had come to an end.

Nie Changqing felt no joy in his heart, only a deep chill.

Han Lian's death might become a catalyst for something.

In the days to come, the powerful members of the Daoist sect might step foot in Beiluo City one by one.

Now that the Great Zhou Dynasty is in chaos, the National Teacher is preoccupied, and the martial artists of the various schools of thought have become more active and unrestrained.

No one knows better than Nie Changqing about the ruthlessness and unreasonableness of the people of the Daoist sect.

Lu Fan stopped circulating his Qi, no longer practicing the "Dao Sect Qi Cultivation Technique". After deduction, this technique became a superior-level Qi cultivation method in the Yellow Rank.

It could condense Qi and generate powerful pressure.

Unfortunately, apart from the pressure, Lu Fan couldn't refine Qi like others through **.

"Thank you for saving my life, Young Master Lu," Nie Changqing said, walking to Lu Fan's side with Nie Shuang. His face was pale as he expressed his gratitude.

Nie Shuang's big eyes rolled around, filled with awe and fanaticism.

When Lu Fan effortlessly took down the powerful and invincible Han Lian in front of him, it greatly impacted his young mind.

Ning Zhao didn't say anything. She drew her sword and wiped off the blood on the blade with her sleeve. Then, she sheathed the Cicada Wing Sword and quietly stood behind Lu Fan.

Yi Yue also got up silently. This confrontation with a master had greatly affected her.

She didn't even have the qualification to protect the young master.

Lu Fan glanced at Nie Changqing.

"You want peace, but others may not let you have it..."

"The weak are not worthy of stability."

"Only strength is fundamental. As long as you are strong enough, the entire world will be your pure land."

Lu Fan spoke.

Nie Changqing trembled and remained silent.

Lu Fan was right. No matter where he hid, the Daoist sect would never let him go, nor would they spare Nie Shuang.

"But the premise is that you really are strong enough," Lu Fan emphasized.

Nie Changqing took a deep breath, inhaling sharply. The wounds on his body were soaked in water, causing a burning pain.

But he didn't care. These injuries were nothing to him.

"But... my tendons were severed, and only one in ten thousand units of Qi circulates in my body..."

Nie Changqing looked at his trembling palm with disappointment.

"It seems that you really don't care about the longevity bestowed by the Immortals," Lu Fan flicked his finger on the thin blanket, as if chatting among friends, smiling mockingly.

As soon as these words were spoken, Nie Changqing felt like he had been struck by thunder. He stared at Lu Fan with an incredulous gaze.

"Of course, although there are methods for cultivating immortality, you are missing one crucial opportunity to embark on the path of cultivation," Lu Fan laughed.

"Have you seen the Qi Pressure?"

"Do you want to learn?"

"Follow me, and I will teach you."

Leaning back on his wheelchair, Lu Fan lazily said.

Nie Changqing's emotions were in turmoil at the moment.

The fact that he received a chance to become an immortal was something he had never told anyone.

However, Lu Fan was able to accurately mention it.

Could it be that Lu Fan was one of the "Six Great Immortals"?

No... that's not right. The Six Great Immortals don't have any leg problems, and Lu Fan's methods are completely different from theirs.

Or perhaps... Lu Fan had also entered the realm of immortality and obtained immortal opportunities?!

Nie Changqing suddenly realized.

There really are immortals in this world!

Nie Changqing's emotions fluctuated greatly, and his mind seemed to be engaged in a fierce battle.

Various thoughts collided incessantly.

His face changed repeatedly.

After a long time, he looked at Lu Fan with intense excitement.

Splish-splash!

Nie Changqing knelt down on one knee in front of Lu Fan, kneeling before him.

Nie Shuang blinked her big eyes and quickly followed her father, also kneeling down.

"I am Nie Changqing. I am willing to follow Young Master Lu!" Nie Changqing said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he knocked his head heavily.

Water splashed more than two feet high.

Nie Shuang's big eyes were filled with fanaticism and longing.

"I... I am the same!"

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