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Old Master Tian Jinzhong suppressed his lip, struggling to hold back his anger, determined to keep his senior brother's secret forever.
Having lived for over a hundred years without ever suffering a defeat, he was ultimately defeated by a junior whose lightning magic and golden light spell were broken by a single sword light.
It's really embarrassing to get knocked down and thrown to the ground after throwing punches and kicks.
After all, the old master was concerned about his reputation, unlike Lu Jin who was quite familiar with this matter.
Voiceover: [Lu Jin: Why do I feel like someone's talking badly about me?]
Lu Jin frowned slightly, sensing that Tian Jinzhong's smile was somewhat malicious.
But after thinking about it, I still couldn't figure it out, so I simply ignored it.
"Since you, Master, are injured, why don't you rest and recuperate instead of coming to watch the match?"
"You can't possibly think that this kid from the Deng family can do anything to Lu Xuan, can you?"
Lu Jin looked at Lu Xuan and Deng Youfu in the middle of the field.
Deng Youfu's own abilities are not weak compared to the younger generation or even the older generation.
Without encountering something as inherently countered as spirit summoning, Deng Youfu, who can summon spirits to possess him, is definitely a formidable opponent in the Luo Tian Grand Ritual.
After all, the deity he worshipped—Changbai Mountain: Liu Kunsheng—was an extremely powerful and ruthless figure even within the entire lineage of shamans.
The cultivation level of a thousand-year-old snake demon is unimaginable; it's probably close to transforming into a dragon...
Unfortunately, that was Lu Xuan!
Chapter 96: Today, like any other day, fear is always a constant companion.
The four words "That's Lu Xuan" are enough.
No explanation is needed; the name Lu Xuan alone is enough to instill despair in the opponent.
Deng Youfu has no chance of winning no matter what; at most, he can only lose in a more respectable way. That depends on whether Lu Xuan is willing to let him lose in a respectable way.
Just as the three of them were discussing, an unexpected change occurred.
Under the astonished gazes of the three, Deng Youfu suddenly erupted, his powerful demonic energy causing even Lu Jin to change color.
"Senior brother, why does this not feel like inviting a deity to possess you?"
Looking at Deng Youfu, whose aura had surged even without any spirit possession, and the ghostly and malevolent aura emanating from him, Tian Jinzhong frowned slightly.
Although his cultivation was completely destroyed, he still had some insight from years of diligent practice of meditation.
For a long time, the orthodox Xuanmen (Taoist sects) did not take the shamanic and spirit medium lineage seriously.
The few words “evil worship and licentious sacrifices”, “cutting down mountains and destroying temples”, and “anyone who possesses a human body is definitely a demon, heretic, or evil spirit” are enough to demonstrate the attitude towards them.
But at least the lineage of shamans has been passed down for so long. If they all really looked so sinister, no one would be foolish enough to hire them to protect their family.
Deng Youfu's current sinister appearance makes him look like he's been possessed by an evil spirit, but with a fierce guardian spirit like Liu Kunsheng protecting him, how could any evil spirit possibly enter his body?
Tian Jinzhong considered a possibility.
The old master looked around the arena, as if he had thought of something.
"Over a thousand years...the Liu family?"
"Blame it on yourself for accepting this inheritance."
Deng Youfu flicked his forked tongue, his eyes filled with resentment and venom.
The figure vanished abruptly in the next moment, then reappeared out of thin air behind Lu Xuan.
Behind him, a surge of black energy transformed into a giant snake tens of feet long, which lunged down at Lu Xuan.
The demonic energy flowed freely, constantly spewing out black mist that seemed to be in reality. The air was distorted by the giant snake's bite, making it look extremely terrifying.
Then, when it lunged within three feet of Lu Xuan, it was instantly twisted by an invisible force and returned to Deng Youfu along the same path.
The giant serpent exploded into black mist in mid-air.
Deng Youfu retreated rapidly, looked up, his pupils were pitch black, and black energy was flowing out of his seven orifices.
With a cracking sound, his body twisted abnormally, making him look more like a snake.
As his peculiar posture changed, the demonic energy flowing from Deng Youfu's body became even more intense, so intense that it almost obscured the entire arena, and the black mist stirred up a storm.
Deng Youfu launched another attack on Lu Xuan.
With every gesture, countless streams of black energy poured out, transforming into jet-black, lifelike venomous snakes that instantly engulfed Lu Xuan in a swarm of snakes.
Lu Xuan didn't move at all, simply letting the swarm of snakes engulf him.
The swarm of snakes surged forth, preying on humans, and their hissing emitted a foul stench, clearly indicating deadly venom.
Unfortunately, no matter how ferocious or numerous these black qi-transformed venomous snakes were, they could not get within three feet of Lu Xuan.
Lu Xuan's Tai Chi energy firmly blocked Deng Youfu's methods, causing the latter's endless burning anger to swell once again.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it all!
Deng Youfu roared to the sky, and the scales on his skin quickly turned black and solidified.
Before long, Deng Youfu transformed into a real humanoid snake-scale monster.
His snake-like eyes were cold and ruthless, the only emotions he revealed were overwhelming resentment and rage.
Why? Why? Why isn't that damned sword immortal dead yet?
Deng Youfu let out another roar, flashed in front of Lu Xuan, and kicked Lu Xuan with all his might.
The whip kick cut through the air, leaving a snake-like afterimage, and a snake's hiss seemed to echo from the depths.
The kick landed hard, but it felt like kicking cotton.
Before his powerful kick could even be unleashed, it was caught by a peculiar force and then returned along the same path.
An unimaginable force surged from his feet, causing the scales on his feet to shatter inch by inch. Deng Youfu was blasted away by the force and crashed heavily against the wall at the edge of the arena.
The walls were as broken as paper, revealing a deep pit shaped like a human figure. Deng Youfu's body was embedded in the pit, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
"Dried and beautiful..."
Many audience members cheered, feeling that the spectacle was well worth the ticket price.
But before the cheers could even be uttered, they were all choked back by an invisible pressure.
It seemed as if some incredibly evil and dark entity was watching them, its eyes as cold and ruthless as a viper scrutinizing its prey.
This feeling is... Deng Youfu?
Under the increasingly terrified gaze of the audience.
An even denser mass of black energy erupted from Deng Youfu's body in the pit, instantly engulfing the arena.
Squeak! Squeak! A grotesque, teeth-grinding sound rang out, and Deng Youfu could be vaguely seen staggering out of the pit.
His yellowish-white pupils were even more venomous.
Damn it, is it still impossible to do?
Am I not even capable of taking revenge?
No! It must be because my true body isn't here. It's all Deng Youfu's fault for having such a useless body; it can't bear much of my power at all.
Countless thoughts swirled in Deng Youfu's mind, but suddenly he heard the sound of a sword ringing out.
A sword cry etched deep into his soul, filling him with terror.
Deng Youfu gasped in shock.
At that moment, the blood in his body seemed to instantly lose its temperature, and he stood there trembling in terror, just like a thousand years ago.
As the sword rang out, a dazzling sword light instantly pierced through all the demonic energy and black mist, sweeping away the eerie and sinister atmosphere in the arena.
Deng Youfu wanted to resist, but he felt that he was already firmly locked in by the sword light, and any rash move would mean death on the spot.
Deng Youfu stood frozen in place, even forgetting to retract his forked tongue, and could only watch in horror as the figure approached him.
Lu Xuan strode over and looked at "Deng Youfu" in front of him.
"Should I call you Deng Youfu, or Liu Kunsheng?"
"You forcibly seized my brother's body to wreak havoc on the world. Even if you are not afraid of the family laws of the five families, are you not afraid of me?"
Lu Xuan stared at the trembling "Deng Youfu" or rather, Liu Kunsheng in front of him.
Based on Liu Kunsheng's actions and almost frantic attitude just now, Lu Xuan had roughly guessed the reason.
“A thousand years ago, Lu Zu saw a monstrous snake that resembled a dragon, moving against the current of rivers and seas, transforming into a dragon as it moved through water, causing lakes and seas to overflow and the people to suffer.”
"Therefore, he drew his sword and slew the snake, leaving behind the legend of slaying the dragon."
"A snake species that harbors such hatred for the legacy of Lu Zu..."
"That snake is your ancestor, isn't it, Liu Kunsheng?"
[Failure Diary]
[I've been on a business trip these past couple of days, and I've been writing this on my phone. It feels a bit off, so I'll speed things up. I still prefer writing my own settings and plots.]
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Chapter 97: Everyone has the right to choose, but unfortunately you chose the wrong one.
"Zoujiao" does not only refer to snakes, but also refers to the process by which fish, snakes, turtles and all other scaly and aquatic creatures accumulate water power and flow into rivers and seas to help them transform into dragons.
The process of walking the dragon is extremely difficult and demanding.
When walking the dragon, one cannot fly or disappear into the ground but must walk in the water. If someone discovers one during the process and calls one a "dragon" or "jiao," it can boost one's momentum. However, if one's true form is exposed, one's efforts will be in vain.
Not to mention that the process of gathering power in the water can cause violent storms and rivers to swell. If one commits too many sins, one will be burdened by karma and may even be killed by righteous people on the spot.
In recent years, the rumors and phenomena of "walking dragons" have almost disappeared. On the one hand, this is because the spirits have become increasingly weak and insignificant, with only a few powerful demons remaining outside the pass.
On the other hand, due to the construction of water conservancy projects, with so many dikes and hydroelectric power stations, even if the Linjia members had enough cultivation, they could not accumulate enough water power.
Don't ask! The answer is that a Yangtze River dam shattered my dream of becoming a dragon.
Take Liu Kunsheng for example. He is a great demon of a thousand years, but he is just a snake and has no dragon-like appearance at all, simply because he has not "walked the dragon".