408: This is the scariest old man I have ever seen in my life!

Chapter 400: This is the most terrifying old man I have ever seen in my life!

Deduction!

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fifth Incarnation)

Realm: Grandmaster of Baodan (Middle Stage)

Cultivation Technique: Wanhui Guilongquan 7 / 9

Points: 35090

The deduction concluded in a flash, without earth-shattering roars or auspicious signs of glowing light.

Only a majestic aura that made the surrounding air congeal and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi tremble, quietly receded.

The Wanhui Guilongquan, which had previously been stuck at the Peak of the sixth level, now felt as if all its Meridians had been cleared, and all obstructions suddenly vanished.

Lu Xuan felt as if every joint in his body was being nourished by warm water.

The Fist Intent originated from his Dantian, circulated through his Meridians to his limbs and bones, without the slightest stagnation.

The seventh level of Wanhui Guilongquan!!! Breakthrough!!!

At this moment, looking at Lu Xuan's body, the originally somewhat fierce Fist Intent now possessed a subtle, profound weight, like water nourishing all things.

It seemed to contain the vast Concept of a thousand Peaks competing for beauty and ten thousand streams converging into the sea.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he could stir the faint air currents around him, forming rudimentary Fist Intent shadows that were barely visible to the naked eye.

Now, Lu Xuan only needed to throw a punch, and it would be like ten thousand ravines thundering, enough to shatter mountains and crack stones.

Undoubtedly, each stance of the seventh level of Wanhui Guilongquan possessed three more points of charm compared to the previous six levels.

That was truly the Concept of "Mountain and River Qi" in harmony with the Heaven and Earth.

Even when standing still, Lu Xuan seemed to have an endless Fist Intent accumulating within his body.

With just a slight activation, he could unleash power that could shake mountains and rivers.

The next moment, the Realm barrier of Core Condensation quietly shattered in Lu Xuan's mind, and the threshold of the Middle Stage of the Core Condensation Realm was completely crossed.

There were no violent anomalies of surging Qi and blood as expected, nor the crackling sounds of bones being reshaped.

Only his once aged body seemed to be frozen in time.

His loose skin did not tighten with the Realm Breakthrough, and his greying temples did not completely revert to black, remaining entirely in the appearance of a sixty-year-old man.

On Lu Xuan's deeply furrowed face, only his eyes became increasingly clear, as if ten thousand rivers and mountain ranges were hidden within them.

Although there were no external changes, a world-shaking transformation was taking place within his body.

With each subtle beat of his heart, a pure Qi and blood, far exceeding what he had before, surged out, flowing through his Meridians to his limbs and bones.

Feeling the harmonious and majestic power within his body, a hint of understanding flashed in Lu Xuan's eyes.

After the Middle Stage of the Core Condensation Realm, what is affected is not the reversal of appearance, but the refinement and sublimation of the Origin of life, the true integration of power and vitality into one's being.

Reaching the Realm of "aged in form but not in spirit, frail in body but purer in strength."

"Bang!"

A dull explosion erupted on the vast sandy ground. The moment Lu Xuan's feet landed, the scorching sand was forcefully pressed down by a tremendous force.

Circular sand waves surged outwards from the tips of his feet, spreading for more than ten meters before slowly subsiding.

Lu Xuan's body had already shot through the sky like an arrow released from a bowstring, without the slightest hesitation.

His entire being instantly transformed into a blurry afterimage, moving so fast that even the scorching sun above could not cast his moving trajectory on the sand.

The air along the way was forcefully torn apart, emitting a piercing whistle.

A terrifying whirlwind followed closely, kicking up sand across the sky, leaving a hundreds-of-meters-long earthy-yellow air current behind Lu Xuan.

The sand under the scorching sun was already unbearable; now, enveloped by this whirlwind, it carried a scorching temperature.

Even the distant low-lying tamarisk bushes were blown to the ground, as if they were about to be uprooted.

In an instant, the afterimage had crossed a thousand meters and landed steadily on the top of a distant sand dune.

But this was not the end.

Lu Xuan, on the sand dune, didn't even lift his head; his foot lightly tapped the scorching sand again.

Another muffled explosion, sand splattered, and tiny stones were sent flying by this force, embedding themselves like bullets into a distant sand pile.

The next second, an afterimage, as if teleporting, once again tore through the scorching air.

Its speed was even more rapid than before, and the whirlwind along the way became increasingly violent, even disturbing the hot currents high in the sky.

In just another breath, Lu Xuan had already traversed a thousand meters of sand and returned steadily to his original position, as if he had never left.

Only the deep footprints beneath his feet, the still unsettled sand mist around him, and the lingering scorching wind howl in the air remained.

Proving that the extraordinary movement just now was by no means an illusion.

This speed had long surpassed the physiological limits of humans.

A veritable mini-superman, showing no human speed limit whatsoever.

According to the Red-Robed Daoist, the current world has already entered the Era of Dharma Decline.

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi is gradually depleting, and many of the mystical methods that once circulated have been lost, and even those extraordinary and unusual events have become increasingly rare.

Just like the three female students at Yingnan University, who were confirmed dead, but then inexplicably transformed into anomalies days later, resurrecting from the dead.

Such a bizarre phenomenon that defies the natural order of life and death might have been traceable in ancient times when Spiritual Qi was abundant.

But in this current Era of Dharma Decline, it is a rare occurrence, seen perhaps once in a century.

Even for the victims personally eliminated by the Red-Robed Daoist, whose grievances lingered after death and transformed into vengeful ghosts, he never showed any mercy.

Whenever a victim turned into a ghost, the Red-Robed Daoist would use even more ruthless methods to completely disperse those troublesome ghosts, leaving not even a trace of a chance for Reincarnation.

His merciless actions were not out of fear of revenge from the departed souls; his core objective had always been to prevent the situation from escalating.

Once these ghosts caused too much commotion in the Mortal World, it would inevitably attract those above who investigate unusual events.

At that time, the crimes committed by the Red-Robed Daoist in the past would be exposed, and this was the hidden danger he feared most.

Cultivating the Spirit of the Blood Infant to full maturity was the Red-Robed Daoist's sole goal, for which he had schemed for decades.

For this, he did not hesitate to stain his hands with blood and become an enemy of malevolent spirits; he had long since passed the point of no return.

In the Red-Robed Daoist's heart, this matter allowed no room for error, and he absolutely would not permit anyone to obstruct it.

Whether it was a Mortal who stumbled upon it, a Cultivator investigating unusual events, or a departed soul seeking blood vengeance.

As long as they stood in his way, he would mercilessly strike them down, even if it meant stirring up a greater storm of blood, he would never let his efforts go to waste.

Regarding the three mutated female students at Yingnan University, the Red-Robed Daoist never intended to hold back from beginning to end.

From the moment the news of their "resurrection from the dead" reached his ears, he had already prepared his methods.

He originally planned to sneak into the campus under the cover of night and discreetly eliminate these three "hidden dangers" that might expose him.

However, the Red-Robed Daoist, despite all his calculations, did not anticipate that this matter would cause such a huge uproar in society.

The protests from students' parents, the media's follow-up reports, and the fervent discussions online pushed this matter to the forefront of public attention, drawing countless eyes to Yingnan University.

This extremely high level of attention completely cut off his possibility of acting in secret.

Once the Red-Robed Daoist appeared, even if he only left a trace, it could be followed by those investigating unusual events, thus leading to his core secret of cultivating the Spirit of the Blood Infant.

In desperation, he could only temporarily suppress his murderous intent.

Finally, the Red-Robed Daoist could only seek out Fang Hai, who also knew the inside story. The two of them, carrying three yellowed Demon Suppressing Talismans, avoided the crowds under the cover of night and hurriedly snuck into Dorm Room 506 at Yingnan University.

The moment the black Talisman paper was affixed to the wall, deep red patterns flashed across its surface.

A subtle suppressive force then permeated the area, completely locking the lingering Yin Qi in the dormitory within the room.

After completing all this, the Red-Robed Daoist no longer bothered with it and turned to leave the campus.

The three female students had only recently resurrected, and their Yin Qi was inherently weak, further suppressed day and night by the Demon Suppressing Talisman.

He wouldn't need to act again; at most, in twenty-five years, the remaining Yin Qi would be completely dissipated by the power of the Talisman.

At that time, the hidden danger would be removed naturally, saving him the risk of acting in the spotlight.

As for what would happen in these twenty-five years, or if the Talisman would encounter any accidents.

The Red-Robed Daoist would be too preoccupied to care at that time, his mind solely focused on returning to the shadows as quickly as possible to continue advancing his plan to cultivate the Spirit of the Blood Infant.

No one had anticipated that, after two decades, the long-dormant case of the mutated female students at Yingnan University would once again stir up a storm on the internet today.

The most critical thing was that Lu Xuan saw it.

In the world of swirling yellow sand, the wind carried scorching grit. Lu Xuan looked at the black car approaching in the distance, his voice scattering into the vastness with the wind and sand.

"Is this Karma, then? Every cause has its effect, everything is predetermined. How interesting..."

Those who attempt to manipulate Karma and act in a Heaven-Defying manner will ultimately be entangled by the threads of Karma, unable to escape the final reckoning.

He squinted slightly, his eyes reflecting the sandy sea under the scorching sun.

This was why Lu Xuan needed to quickly pass through the Ten Incarnations of the Mortal World Reincarnation; he only wished that one day, his Divine Soul could completely transcend Reincarnation, no longer controlled by fate.

And the culmination of all this was to achieve the Tian Yuan Dao Immortal.

Only by standing at the Peak of the Immortal Dao could he break free from the shackles of Karma and truly control his own destiny.

Even becoming a Dominator who overlooks all beings and determines the universe, no longer bound by the predestined order of the world.

In just half a month, an aged figure could always be seen bustling within the vast territory of Yifeng Province.

From the bustling city streets to remote towns and villages, and then to desolate mountains and forests.

Lu Xuan's footsteps had left their mark in every corner of Yifeng Province related to anomalies.

In the suburban night of Qinghong City, a reservoir lay quietly on the outskirts of the town. A thousand meters away was a large town with scattered lights, where the faint scent of human activity could be heard, yet it seemed out of place with this body of water.

The concrete ground by the reservoir's edge was wide and flat, but not a single person was in sight.

Only a striking yellow caution tape, like a forbidden zone marker, tightly encircled the reservoir's edge, prohibiting anyone from approaching.

Even more unusual was that despite it being late at night, several high-powered floodlights had been set up around the reservoir.

Blinding white beams of light pierced through the darkness, illuminating an area of several hundred meters as brightly as day.

Cracks in the concrete ground, withered grass by the shore, ripples on the water's surface, and even dust particles floating in the air were clearly outlined by this strong light, leaving no place for even a hint of shadow to hide.

On the concrete ground, approximately fifty meters from the reservoir, a square ritual altar stood prominently.

The altar, constructed of peach wood, was neat and solemn, with a compass, Talismans, incense burner, and other Magical Artifacts arranged on its surface.

Three sticks of incense burned, emitting wisps of green smoke, which, under the dazzling lights, created an aura of mystery.

At the center of the altar, a Middle-aged man nearing fifty, dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe with embroidered Eight Trigrams patterns faintly glowing under the strong light, stood.

His face was upright, his brows exuded a dignified righteousness, and his expression was extremely serious. His hands formed a magical seal, and his gaze was fixed on the compass in front of the altar.

There was no relaxation in his entire being, as if he was fully concentrating on sensing something.

Beside the Middle-aged Taoist Priest stood three young men, all wearing ordinary short-sleeved casual clothes, clearly his Disciples.

Each of the three had their own duties: one stood solemnly beside the altar holding a peach wood sword, one bent down to arrange stacked Talismans.

Another closely watched the direction of the incense smoke in the incense burner, his eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and reverence, always ready to hand his Master whatever he needed, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

"Master, why hasn't that ghostly thing come up yet? Is it afraid of us?"

The youngest Disciple on the far left clenched the peach wood sword tightly, his voice carrying a deliberately feigned confidence.

However, his eyes involuntarily darted towards the dark water in the distance, fearing that something might leap out of the water the next second.

The Disciple next to him immediately chimed in, his tone betraying an undeniable apprehension: "That's right, Master, I remember you said last time that you couldn't deal with this ghostly thing, didn't you?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a little nervous—in truth, what he wanted to ask was "will something happen tonight?" but he could only use old words to hide his panic.

The last Disciple swallowed, his gaze falling on the flickering candlelight on the altar, his voice softened a little: "That's right, Master, why did you suddenly set up an altar here tonight?"

The three of them spoke one after another, seemingly asking questions diligently, but in reality, they just wanted to fill the oppressive silence with conversation.

The night wind blew across the concrete ground, carrying the damp, cold air from the reservoir.

If they did nothing and said nothing, they felt their legs turn weak, almost unable to stand steadily.

The Middle-aged Taoist Priest listened to his Disciples' words, his brows furrowing even deeper, but he didn't turn around, only staring intently at the compass: "Don't ask too many questions, just watch the incense. It's not that it hasn't come; it's waiting for the right moment."

A drop of cold sweat trickled down the Middle-aged Taoist Priest's forehead. He maintained the posture of forming a hand seal, his gaze fixed on the compass, his lips pressed tightly together, feigning an air of confidence.

But only the Middle-aged Taoist Priest himself knew that his palms were already drenched in cold sweat, and even his knuckles were trembling slightly.

"Who the hell wants to fight this ghostly thing? I haven't lived enough yet!"

This thought spun wildly in the Middle-aged Taoist Priest's mind.

Recalling the chilling aura he had sensed earlier from the depths of the reservoir, he even wanted to throw down his peach wood sword and run.

But the Middle-aged Taoist Priest didn't dare; all this helplessness was due to the mysterious old man who had suddenly visited him this morning.

In the morning, the Middle-aged Taoist Priest had just changed into his training clothes, and as his right foot stepped out of the mountain gate, five or six people dressed in black tight-fitting clothes suddenly surrounded him.

Their movements were swift but their demeanor was polite, without any hostility. They simply bowed slightly and said, "Daoist Priest, we would like to invite you downstairs for a chat."

The Middle-aged Taoist Priest's heart tightened, but he didn't dare to resist—the aura of these people was steady, definitely not ordinary passersby. He could only suppress his unease and was led to the alley outside the Taoist temple.

A black car was quietly parked in the shade of a tree. The car window slowly lowered, and he looked up, instantly freezing in place.

Inside the car sat an old man who looked to be in his sixties, wearing a black Zhongshan suit, with a half-smoked cigarette between his fingertips. His posture was casual, yet it made all the hair on his body stand on end.

His eyes were calm and unmoving, but what the Middle-aged Taoist Priest saw in them was not old age, but a mountain-like, ocean-like sense of oppression.

As if, if the old man willed it, he could crush his Physical Body with a mere lift of his hand.

This was the most terrifying and powerful old man he had ever seen in his life, bar none!!!

At this moment, this thought frantically surged in the Middle-aged Taoist Priest's mind, and even his breathing became cautious.

He swore that even the century-old vengeful ghost he encountered with his Master back then had not given him such a deep-seated reverence and fear that permeated his very bones.

"Mr. Wu, there's something I need your help with."

In the black car, the cigarette in Lu Xuan's fingertips glowed with a faint spark, his voice as calm as if he were discussing an ordinary matter.

"That thing in the reservoir, help me lure it out."

As soon as the words fell, the Middle-aged Taoist Priest felt an invisible pressure rush towards him.

It wasn't a deliberate release of hostility, but the natural aura emanating from Lu Xuan's body.

It was as profound as the deep sea, and as majestic as a mountain, so powerful that he didn't even have the courage to look directly at it.

There was no other way; Lu Xuan could only do this.

If even a trace of his aura were to leak out, the thing in the reservoir would probably sense it instantly.

"After the matter is done, Mr. Wu, if you have any difficulties, just say so..."