410: The enemy is here, your Lu family is not worthy of Wanhe Guiliu

Chapter 402: Enemies Come Knocking, Your Lu Family Isn't Worthy of the Ten Thousand Ravines Return to the River Fist!

The lingering heat on the reservoir dam made the Taoist robe of the Middle-aged Taoist Priest, Mr. Wu, flutter gently.

He looked at Lu Xuan in front of him, his brows slightly furrowed, and finally voiced the difficulty weighing on his Heart-Nature: "Senior, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi is dwindling day by day now.

The Spells of us Taoist Priests, who rely on Spiritual Qi to cast them, are no longer as powerful as before. Even a simple protective incantation consumes most of our Heart-Nature."

The Middle-aged Taoist Priest paused, his tone becoming more earnest: "I'm old myself, and it's fine for me to live my days guarding the Taoist temple.

But my three Disciples have been following me to learn Dao Spells since they were young. They are still young, and my only wish is to help them find a path for ordinary people, where they can live and work peacefully."

Lu Xuan nodded slightly upon hearing this, his tone firm: "Mmm, someone will contact you about these matters, Mr. Wu. We'll meet again."

With that, he turned and walked into the darkness, his figure gradually fading, eventually disappearing completely into the night.

Yingnan City.

At midnight, the entire city gradually fell silent, only the "Golden Chalice Jade Cup" nightclub in the east of the city was still burning brightly.

As Yingnan City's premier nightclub, it stood majestically in the neon-lit night, like an opulent palace that never slept.

On the building's facade, massive LED light strips cascaded like waterfalls, with red, green, and gold lights intertwining and colliding, illuminating the plaza in front of the entrance as if it were daytime.

Amidst the shimmering lights, top-tier sports cars and black luxury vehicles silently glided into the driveway.

Doormen in crisp uniforms moved ceaselessly, opening car doors for every arriving VIP.

The deafening sound waves were blocked by the heavy doors, leaving only an indistinct beat tapping against the night.

This was a hub of wealth and prestige for Yingnan City and even surrounding cities.

Local rich heirs spent fortunes here, while new business magnates from neighboring cities socialized and negotiated.

Many successful individuals from various parts of Yifeng Province also considered "Golden Chalice Jade Cup" a symbol of status and social circle.

It could be said that on the nocturnal map of Yifeng Province, "Golden Chalice Jade Cup" was not just an entertainment venue, but a shimmering lighthouse, attracting the entire province's elite to revel and linger there.

This was by no means an ordinary nightclub.

"Golden Chalice Jade Cup" occupied an astonishing area of nearly 1 million square meters—yes, you read that right, a million square meters, measured in 'millions'.

This had long transcended the scope of a nightclub; it was a veritable, all-encompassing luxury entertainment Empire.

Within this vast space, a standard 18-hole golf course made you feel as if you were in a lush championship.

Natural hot springs washed away fatigue, global cuisines converged on the tongue, and various top-tier commercial performances and fashion shows never ended.

Among those who frequented it were graceful models and occasionally stunning second-tier actresses.

In short, almost every luxurious indulgence you could imagine could be found here.

And the core of all this was still the iconic commercial KTV performance center.

It was like the unceasing heart of the entire Empire, offering the ultimate audio-visual feast and meticulous service under its shimmering dome.

Here, there was nothing you couldn't imagine, and nothing it couldn't do.

And this was also one of the most dazzling parts of the Yingnan Lu Family's industrial map.

This entertainment Empire, named "Golden Chalice Jade Cup," was now personally overseen by Lu Guangchen, the direct Bloodline descendant of the Lu Family's third generation.

However, at this moment, Lu Guangchen could no longer maintain that composure of being in control of everything.

Just half a month ago, he was still immersed in the joy brought by a happy Family event.

His grandfather, Lu Xuan, who had long stayed out of worldly affairs, had recently reappeared, using swift and decisive means to rescue his eldest son and youngest daughter from danger.

The relief and exhilaration brought by the resolution of this crisis led Lu Guangchen to generously grant all employees a substantial pay raise.

Inside the luxurious top-floor office, the peace was suddenly shattered by hurried footsteps outside the door and a subsequent urgent report—

"Manager Lu! Big trouble!" The assistant practically crashed through the heavy solid wood door, his face completely drained of color, "Manager Bei of Fengtao Group... was ambushed in the private passage!

There were at least four or five people, all masked, and their methods were extremely vicious... Manager Bei's right leg was... was broken on the spot by them!"

The news was like an icy blade, instantly piercing through the warmth of the room.

Lu Guangchen's face grew even colder, his eyes, which had originally reflected the city lights, instantly became still, and a storm began to gather in their depths.

He slowly stood up.

Just seven days.

These seven days and nights, for Lu Guangchen, were like a slow and public torture.

Three important long-term clients, who were also VIPs of "Golden Chalice Jade Cup" in their respective Domains, were successively subjected to precise and brutal attacks on his territory.

What infuriated Lu Guangchen even more was that each time, those masked scoundrels managed to escape completely after succeeding.

They disappeared like ghosts into the city's shadows, leaving no valuable clues.

This was no longer just an insult to Lu Guangchen; it was a direct assault on the Foundation of the entertainment Empire that the Lu Family had operated for over a decade.

The opponent's goal was clear—they wanted to destroy not just one or two guests, but the very lifeblood of "Golden Chalice Jade Cup":

Safety and reputation.

When the wealthy began to believe that stepping into this glittering palace might mean leaving with a broken leg, how long could the golden signboard of "Golden Chalice Jade Cup" still shine?

A moment later, on Lu Guangchen's desk, a large screen displayed the clearest possible image, processed with technology.

He stared intently at the screen—the five masked figures suddenly appeared from the corridor like phantoms, moving so fast they almost left afterimages.

Their target was extremely clear, directly aiming for Manager Bei of Fengtao Group.

The scene that followed, even though Lu Guangchen had watched it dozens of times, still sent shivers down his spine.

These were by no means the methods of ordinary thugs or mercenaries; there were no superfluous Moves, no unnecessary grappling.

One of them moved in close, his technique as swift as lightning—a grab, a lock, a twist—the movements ancient and precise, containing a certain brutal aesthetic.

"Crack!"

Even through the silent screen, Lu Guangchen heard the bone-chilling sound of bone breaking.

Manager Bei's nearly two-hundred-pound body was like a fragile puppet in their hands; one leg was brutally snapped, exhibiting a bizarre angle that defied human anatomy.

The entire process happened in a flash, so quickly that even the staff nearby didn't react.

The speed they unleashed, the absolute strength they displayed, and the horrifyingly efficient and cruel techniques they employed had long surpassed the limits of human physical ability.

A cold conclusion, like a heavy hammer, struck Lu Guangchen's Heart-Nature—

National Art practitioners!

Moreover, judging by the tacit agreement (tacit understanding) in their coordination and their effortless application of force, they were by no means ordinary practitioners.

They... were all Great Masters of National Art who had cultivated their Qi to penetrate their internal organs, flow through their entire bodies, and unleash hidden force with every strike.

Five Great Masters of hidden force, willing to be assassins.

Lu Guangchen slowly leaned back against his chair, an unprecedented chill seizing him.

This was no longer an ordinary business dispute or gang vendetta.

To be able to command five experts of hidden force simultaneously showed that the power behind the opponent had unfathomable depths and malice.

"Damn it...!"

A roar, suppressed to the extreme and finally erupting, suddenly tore through the heavy air in the office.

The veins on Lu Guangchen's forehead bulged; the anger, humiliation, and a hint of fear that even he was unwilling to admit had accumulated for days, now burst forth like a breached dam.

Immediately, Lu Guangchen sprang from his seat, his right palm carrying immense force, slamming heavily onto the expensive huanghuali desk in front of him!

"Bang—!"

A heavy thud exploded in the vast space, shaking the documents and equipment on the desk.

The solid wooden desktop actually bore several subtle yet clearly visible indentations where his palm had struck.

Splintered wood shards curled slightly, as if silently accusing the terrifying force contained in that single palm strike.

In the office, the assistant and security personnel standing by were all silent as cicadas, not daring to breathe, and lowered their heads.

They had never seen Manager Lu, who was always as steady as a mountain and never showed his emotions, display such a distraught yet destructive side.

Just as the air in the office almost solidified to freezing point, the door was silently pushed open.

A lean and capable figure stepped in; it was Lu Guangchen's cousin, Lu Guanghai.

His figure was slender, yet his steps were as steady as a mountain, and he exuded an aura of natural authority from long-held power.

As the leader of Yingnan City's largest underground force, and even more so, a National Art expert who had achieved Major Achievement in hidden force.

Lu Guanghai's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's; he first swept over the fresh palm print on the desk, then landed on his cousin's face, taut with rage, and understood most of the situation.

"Guangchen," he began, his voice deep and steady, "Those five people moved precisely, their routes cunning, and they were completely familiar with the surveillance and security rotation patterns inside.

This is definitely not something outsiders could accomplish independently."

He paused slightly, then said decisively: "There's a ghost inside, and people outside. This is a meticulously planned inside-outside collaboration, with a very clear goal—to target our Lu Family."

Seeing Lu Guangchen's grim expression and his chest still heaving violently, Lu Guanghai stepped forward, lowering his voice further, with a tone of resolve: "The situation is already critical. They are in the dark, we are in the light. We cannot continue to be passively beaten.

We must return to the ancestral home immediately and discuss countermeasures with Third Uncle face-to-face."

"Tell my dad?"

A very complex emotion flickered across Lu Guangchen's gloomy face.

His jaw was clenched, and these four words seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth.

Unless absolutely necessary, Lu Guangchen was unwilling to alarm his father.

Lu Guanghai looked at the struggle and humiliation churning in his cousin's eyes, fully understanding his concerns.

He stepped forward: "Guangchen, now is not the time to worry about such things. The opponent has deployed five hidden force experts; this is no longer a simple provocation, but a declaration of war.

To be able to do things to this extent shows that they don't care if we notice, and perhaps... they are even forcing us to seek help from the Family."

Lu Guanghai's gaze was as sharp as a knife, each word piercing into Lu Guangchen's Heart-Nature:

"Is temporary face more important, or the Foundation of the entire Lu Family? Being stubborn now is true incompetence!"

Just then, a clear sneer came from outside the door, filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.

"Hehehe... Incompetent, whose? Indeed, you trash at least have self-awareness..."

As soon as the words fell, a tall and powerful figure, like an iron tower, blocked the doorway.

The man was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with explosive muscles bulging all over his body, stretching his simple black short-sleeved shirt to the point of bursting.

He wore black trousers, but paired them with a pair of ancient cloth shoes that seemed out of place with his modern attire.

Just by standing there, an oppressive aura, a mix of wildness and power, washed over them, making the temperature in the room seem to drop a few degrees.

The brawny man's sharp gaze quickly swept over Lu Guangchen and Lu Guanghai in the room, a mocking curve playing on his lips, his voice carrying a condescending, sarcastic tone.

"The Lu Family possesses that peerless fist technique, yet you are content to cower in this pile of cosmetics, dreaming your comfortable dreams.

Hmph, I think your Lu Family, from top to bottom, is simply not worthy of possessing it!"

"The Ten Thousand Ravines Return to the River Fist—it should belong to me!!!"

The brawny man's roar was like a thunderclap, exploding in the office and making people's eardrums buzz.

His fists were clenched, and his bulging muscles violently swelled with extreme anger.

Invisible Qi waves seemed to churn around him, making his black short-sleeved shirt flap noisily.

The brawny man's bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the Lu Family brothers, his gaze a mixture of greed, jealousy, and decades of resentment, almost spitting fire.

"Lu Guangchen, Lu Guanghai, you useless people who guard a mountain of gold but only beg for food!"

"The true meaning of this fist technique is the convergence of a thousand ravines, flowing to the sea; it is the ultimate in strength and ferocity, an overbearing power that engulfs everything!

Only someone with my strength and Heart-Nature can push it to an unprecedented extreme!"

"But Old Dog Lu Yulong... that stubborn old fool!"

He almost gnashed his teeth as he roared the name of the Lu Family's Second Master, every word steeped in deep-seated hatred.

"He clearly possesses the complete Legacy, yet he guards it like a tomb and refuses to let go!

He talks about insufficient Heart-Nature, about excessive Violence (malevolence)... It's all bullshit!

He's simply afraid! Afraid that someone will surpass him, afraid that I, an outsider, will steal the most dazzling light of his Lu Family!"

"You traitorous bastard! General Wei Feng!" Lu Guangchen and Lu Guanghai exclaimed almost simultaneously, their faces instantly drained of color, their shock mixed with unconcealed terror.

Fifteen years ago, General Wei Feng was the most dazzling new star of the "Ten Thousand Ravines Return to the River Fist" martial arts hall.

He was extraordinarily gifted, with exceptional Foundation, and even the discerning Second Uncle Old Dog Lu Yulong praised him as a rare National Art prodigy, treating him like his own son for a time.

General Wei Feng also appeared humble and respectful to his Senior, diligently working, and Old Dog Lu Yulong, eager to nurture talent, imparted all the essence of the fist technique below the Embracing Elixir Realm.

However, the Lu Family's ancestral rules were like a mountain: only those with the Lu Family Bloodline could inherit the final Profound Truth of Embracing Elixir—that was the true Soul of the Ten Thousand Ravines Return to the River Fist, the supreme secret capable of splitting mountains and severing rivers.

No one had ever expected that beneath General Wei Feng's respect for his Senior lay such immense ambition.

He was not satisfied with the extraordinary skills he had acquired; he secretly spied, attempting to lay claim to the strictly guarded ultimate core.

On the night his treachery was exposed, Old Dog Lu Yulong was enraged and personally moved to purge the Family.

Although General Wei Feng was severely wounded, he managed to escape by virtue of his extraordinary strength, and since then, he vanished as if into thin air, not only fleeing Yifeng Province in disgrace but also going overseas and disappearing without a trace.