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Now that they've killed someone, what am I if I don't step in?
"Trinity has gone mad."
Gu Qiting shook his head, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Given the intensity of their current retaliation, Old Monster Pi and Dull Meteor won't even need you to lift a finger; they'll die at the hands of the San Yi Sect sooner or later."
"The most important thing now is to get out of this troublesome place as soon as possible."
"Otherwise, are we just waiting to die with them?"
Gao Gen was speechless for a moment, and in the end he could only angrily slam his fist into the stone wall.
In this bloody feud, Lu Jin, one of Zuo Ruotong's most beloved disciples, acted particularly madly.
His master's tragic death was like a red-hot iron, branding his young heart and burning all his rationality and composure to ashes.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he was all alone, like a wounded lone wolf, wandering the world.
He had only one goal: to kill.
Kill everyone connected to Quanxing.
He no longer used a sword, but directly activated the fundamental technique of the San Yi Sect—Reverse Life Triple.
This Daoist practice, which should have been gradual and focused on strengthening one's foundation, was transformed by his boundless hatred into an extremely fierce and brutal art of killing, where one's life was at stake.
Within a month, he had traversed three provinces and had already lost dozens of lives.
Those notorious and wicked Quanxing demons, who were usually wicked and infamous, were utterly helpless against his domineering and unparalleled Reverse Life True Qi.
Finally, he set his sights on a person of sufficient importance.
Yuan Jingui, a founding member of the Quanxing sect.
Although this person is not a top-tier fighter, he is of very high seniority, has extensive connections, and enjoys considerable prestige.
More importantly, he was the one who embellished and spread the rumors about Zuo Ruotong's death, making him one of the instigators of this storm.
Among the Quanxing, the most skilled at gossiping and spreading rumors is the kind of person that Lu Jin, who has never been flawed in his life, despises the most.
It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Yuan Jingui was at his home in the suburbs, drinking and making merry with several close confidants, while his youngest son, Yuan Tao, served him.
Suddenly, a chilling killing intent enveloped the entire courtyard without warning.
"You treacherous scoundrels of Quanxing, prepare to die!"
A roar filled with endless grief, indignation, and hatred exploded in the courtyard like a thunderclap.
Lu Jin's figure appeared on the courtyard wall like a ghost.
He was dressed in white, which was stained with blood in several places. The moonlight shone on his young face, which was twisted by hatred, making him look particularly ferocious.
"Lu Jin?!"
Yuan Jingui's expression changed drastically. He couldn't understand how this genius disciple of the Sanyi Sect had found his secret stronghold, which was known to only a few people within the organization.
But he didn't have time to think about it.
Because Lu Jin's attack has already arrived.
A vast and boundless stream of reversing life energy, filled with the contradictory aura of life and death!
Before Yuan Jingui's guards could even react, their heart meridians were instantly shattered by the violent Qi energy, and they coughed up blood.
"How dare you, Zhu Zi!"
Yuan Jingui was both shocked and furious. With a flick of his wrist, dozens of silver needles coated with deadly poison shot towards Lu Jin like a rainstorm. At the same time, he subtly moved his feet, triggering several traps that had been set up in the courtyard.
Lu Jin neither dodged nor evaded, letting several poison needles pierce his body. He simply concentrated his protective Qi in his vital points and withstood the attack.
At the moment the mechanism was triggered, his figure pierced through the fire net and the blade array at a completely illogical angle, and struck Yuan Jingui in the chest with a palm.
Yuan Jingui looked down in disbelief at the deep indentation of his palm on his chest, the last glimmer of light in his eyes quickly fading.
He slowly fell to the ground, and before he died, he let out a burst of triumphant laughter.
"Haha...kill me...so what if you kill me?"
"It was me! I told the world that your master was angered to death by Wugensheng and Li Muxuan! Is the taste of this hatred wonderful?"
He looked at Lu Jin, then glanced at his son Yuan Tao, who was trembling with fear beside him, and used the last of his strength to provoke him:
"Come on! Kill my whole family! Kill my son too! Avenge your master! Hahaha..."
Lu Jin's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Yuan Jingui on the ground, then slowly turned to the young Yuan Tao, whose face was covered in tears.
After a long while, he withdrew his gaze, turned and left, leaving behind only an extremely cold voice.
"Your life is worthless."
Chapter 78 Checking in at the Three Ones Sect, Primordial Qi!
The news that Lu Jin killed Yuan Jingui but spared his son was like a magnitude 12 earthquake, shaking the entire martial arts world once again.
Everyone was shocked by the young man's madness and determination.
The news reached Longhu Mountain.
Zhang Yunyuan was sitting quietly on the back mountain, listening to several junior disciples discussing the matter in hushed tones, full of amazement.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Having read the original work thoroughly, he knew it better than anyone else.
Zuo Ruotong's death had no direct connection with Wugensheng; it was a tragedy caused by obsession and the Dao itself.
He had met Lu Jin once before, at the Lu family's birthday banquet more than a decade ago, where he met a spirited young man with clear and honest eyes.
Zhang Yunyuan knew that he was by no means the kind of person who would indiscriminately kill innocent people.
The only explanation for his current crazy actions is that he has fallen into a mental demon due to his hatred for his master.
If not properly advised, this future powerful figure might fall into an abyss of no return.
Zhang Yunyuan's heart stirred.
An idea clearly surfaced in his mind.
This is an opportunity.
An opportunity to get involved in this controversy and learn more about the truth behind the events.
This is also a perfect opportunity for him to leave Longhu Mountain and head to Sanyimen to find a new place to visit!
He made a decisive decision and immediately got up to go to the Celestial Master's Mansion to see his master.
He requested permission from the Old Celestial Master to descend the mountain under the pretext of mourning Zuo Ruotong and conveying the condolences of Longhu Mountain to the Sanyi Sect.
Zhang Jingqing looked at her youngest disciple and pondered for a long time.
In the end, I agreed.
He knew that fledglings must eventually leave the nest, and a true pine tree cannot grow in a greenhouse.
And so, Zhang Yunyuan embarked on his journey to the Sanyi Gate all alone.
At this time, the Sanyi Sect had long lost its former grandeur as a xuanmen (mystical sect).
The entire mountain gate was shrouded in a somber and indignant atmosphere.
Everyone was dressed in mourning clothes, their expressions were numb, but their eyes burned with the flames of revenge.
Zhang Yunyuan announced his identity and was led into the main hall's mourning hall by a sorrowful-looking disciple of the Sanyi Sect.
There, he met Lu Jin.
The sight before him made his heart sink.
The once spirited young man at the birthday banquet was now emaciated, his white mourning clothes hanging loosely on his body.
His eyes were bloodshot and filled with hideous blood vessels. His body was shrouded in a dense, almost tangible killing intent and malevolence, which made the temperature in the entire mourning hall seem to drop a few degrees.
He knelt quietly in front of the mourning hall, his back straight and motionless, like a stone statue about to be possessed by demons.
Zhang Yunyuan stepped forward slowly, lit three incense sticks before the altar, and bowed respectfully.
He turned around and spoke in a deep voice to that solitary figure.
"I am Zhang Yunyuan from Longhu Mountain. I have come to offer my condolences to the Left Sect Master on behalf of my master, Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing. I also extend my sympathies to the Sanyi Sect on behalf of Longhu Mountain. Please accept my deepest condolences, Brother Lu."
Upon hearing the words "Longhu Mountain" and "Zhang Jingqing," the statue-like figure finally stirred slightly.
Lu Jin slowly turned around.
His movements were stiff, as if he had been kneeling for too long and his joints had rusted.
When those crimson eyes met Zhang Yunyuan's gaze, Zhang Yunyuan felt a chill run down his spine once again.
Those were not human eyes; they were the eyes of a beast, utterly consumed by hatred—cold, insane, and devoid of any emotion.
"Longhu Mountain...you're very thoughtful."
When Lu Jin spoke, his voice was so hoarse it sounded like sandpaper scraping, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"The feud between my master and my Sanyi Sect will settle itself; there is no need for outsiders to worry about it."
Although his words were cold, they were not impolite.
Zhang Yunyuan looked at him and suddenly said, "Brother Lu, do you still remember that we met briefly at the Lu family's birthday banquet more than ten years ago?"
Upon hearing this, a flicker of emotion finally crossed Lu Jin's blood-red eyes.
He carefully examined the boy in front of him. His handsome face was vaguely familiar, but more than a decade had passed, and he had changed drastically.
But the name "Zhang Yunyuan" and his identity as a "disciple of the Celestial Master" instantly awakened his long-buried memories.
"You...you're that...Zhang Tianshi's newly accepted junior disciple from back then?"
For the first time, a look of shock appeared on Lu Jin's face.
He simply couldn't reconcile the composed, clear-eyed boy before him with the delicate, adorable child he once was.
At that moment, a blue light screen that only Zhang Yunyuan could see quietly appeared before his eyes.
Name: Lu Jin