bookbashuk Chapter 357 Father and Son Reunited, 8-Year-Old Supreme!
Chapter 357 Father and Son Reunited, 8-Year-Old Supreme!
Chapter 357 Father and Son Reunited, Eight-Year-Old Supreme!
"A divine item?!"
The stiffness on Qing Xuanjun's face was instantly replaced by deep astonishment. He turned his head sharply, his gaze piercing, and carefully looked Lu Yu up and down.
His attention was entirely focused on arguing with Fu Tu Xuan, and Lu Yu's aura was concealed almost perfectly, so he didn't notice it at first.
Now that Fu Tu Xuan has pointed it out, and upon closer observation, what else could that sense of returning to simplicity, perfect harmony, and boundless expanse that subtly resonates with heaven and earth be but a Saint-grade Heavenly Supreme?
"Is it truly a Saint-grade Celestial Supreme?"
Qing Xuanjun's voice was slightly hoarse, even though he himself was unaware of it, but the ecstasy in his eyes was undisguised.
Ten years! In just ten years! Lu Yu actually crossed that terrifying chasm that had trapped countless geniuses! He broke through to the Saint-grade Heavenly Supreme!
Lu Yu responded to their shocked gazes with a calm smile, without giving a direct answer, but his tacit acceptance spoke volumes.
Fu Tu Xuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart.
He saw things more deeply than Qing Xuanjun. The sense of "perfection" emanating from Lu Yu was far beyond that of an ordinary early-stage Saint-grade expert. His solid foundation and condensed aura made him seem less like someone who had just broken through and more like a veteran expert who had honed his skills in the Saint-grade realm for many years.
Then, recalling Lu Yu's previous cultivation of "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" —
An incredible thought flashed through Futu Xuan's mind like lightning.
Fu Tu Xuan's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at Lu Yu again. His voice regained its usual composure, but carried an unprecedented solemnity: "Holy Son, have you—achieved the Three Gods Realm?"
Lu Yu nodded slightly and said frankly, "I have successfully completed my mission. I spent a hundred years in seclusion in the Tongtian Ancient Hall of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan and managed to break through."
Fu Tu Xuan and Qing Xuan Jun exchanged a glance, both seeing understanding and amazement in each other's eyes. That legendary ancient palace reaching the heavens was indeed infinitely wondrous.
One year of time is equivalent to ten years of arduous cultivation in the outside world. Although Lu Yu was able to break through to the Saint Rank within ten years, he was supported by his own Eight Divine Veins talent and the foundation of the two ancient clans. However, the spatial and temporal advantages of this ancient palace undoubtedly played a crucial role.
Having confirmed Lu Yu's cultivation level, Fu Tu Xuan's slight displeasure and frustration caused by Qing Xuan Jun's "coup" strangely dissipated by more than half.
What does it mean for a newly appointed Holy Son who has reached the Saint rank at the young age of thirty?
This means that the ancient Futu clan will enjoy at least ten thousand years of prosperity, and that the clan truly has the qualifications and confidence to return to the pinnacle of the world!
In comparison, "minor matters" such as who temporarily assumes the position of clan leader and who will teach Lu Fan seem less urgent and less worthy of contention.
He looked at Lu Yu, then glanced at Lu Fan, whose talent was even more monstrous, on the plaza below. His heart suddenly opened up, and he couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Hahaha, very good! Now that the Holy Son has broken through, I will prepare a Saint-grade ceremony for you in a while, to announce to the entire Great Thousand World that my Floating Pagoda Ancient Clan has gained another Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign!"
"Elder, to be precise, there are four!"
Qing Xuanjun, who was standing to the side, took over the conversation with a smile, his eyes shining with pride.
"Four?"
Fu Tu Xuan's gaze suddenly sharpened, focusing once more on Lu Yu. He then clapped his hands and laughed, "Yes, yes, yes, I was just confused by my joy. The Holy Son alone is equivalent to three Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereigns, plus you, who has also stepped into the Saint-grade Spirit Array Grandmaster realm—"
He smiled and pointed at Qing Xuanjun, "Isn't it just right, four Saint-level experts?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but burst into laughter again, his laughter filled with triumphant pride: "Hahaha! Four Saint-level experts! Since ancient times, when has my Futu Ancient Clan ever enjoyed such a prosperous era? Even the Maha Ancient Clan and the Black Heaven Ancient Clan only have two Saint-level experts in their ranks on the surface! My Futu Ancient Clan is finally about to reclaim the glory of our ancestors!"
Looking at the Grand Elder's radiant and even somewhat "out of control" appearance due to excitement, Lu Yu was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
In my memory, this elder, who was known for his rigidity and strictness, had never shown such emotions so openly.
He paused, his gaze naturally returning to the plaza below.
Lu Fan, the son, was standing with two little girls of similar age, talking to each other. It seemed that the slight frustration of his recent defeat had been dispelled by his companions' comfort, and a smile had returned to his little face.
A hint of tenderness flashed in Lu Yu's eyes, followed by a touch of curiosity as he asked Qing Xuanjun beside him, "Master, who are those two little girls with Fan'er? They look unfamiliar to me; they don't seem to be the children commonly seen in the Lingbao Pavilion."
He had been in seclusion for ten years, so he didn't really know much about the new generation born in the Northern Border and even the Futu Ancient Clan in recent years.
Upon hearing this, Qing Xuanjun smiled gently and followed Lu Yu's gaze downwards, explaining, "It's normal that the Holy Son doesn't recognize you after being away for so long. These two young girls both have quite a connection with the Holy Son."
He first pointed to the lively girl in a bright red dress with pigtails, who was holding Lu Fan's hand and chattering away: "That is Xiao Yan, the beloved daughter of Brother Xiao Yan and Miss Tang Huo'er. This little girl is very lively and clever. She and Xiao Fan have known each other since childhood and get along very well."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yu's eyes flashed with understanding and warmth. Yan Di's daughter—no wonder she looked somewhat familiar; the liveliness in her eyes and brows was indeed identical to Xiao Yan's.
Qing Xuanjun then pointed to another girl dressed in a moon-white dress, with a calm demeanor, standing quietly to the side listening, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible pride: "As for this one, she is—"
He paused, looked at Lu Yu, and smiled, "She is my second daughter, Qing Yanjing."
"The pulse chief's daughter?"
Lu Yu was slightly surprised. He remembered that when he first left the Futu Ancient Clan, the head of the clan was still seeking immortal-grade pills for this child. He never expected that she would grow up to be such a graceful young lady.
"Exactly."
Qing Xuanjun nodded, his eyes filled with affection as he looked at his daughter. "Jing'er is quiet by nature, unlike Xuan'er who is lively. From a young age, she has shown an extraordinary interest and talent in the art of formations."
"I get along quite well with Xiao Fan. We often spend time together. One of us studies the cultivation of the Dharma Body, while the other ponders the changes in the spiritual array. We inspire each other and complement each other perfectly."
Fu Tu Xuan, who had been listening nearby, chimed in, "Yan Jing is a girl with superior talent and temperament. She also possesses the Eight Divine Veins. Given time, her achievements may not be inferior to mine."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yu's lips twitched. He looked at Fu Tu Xuan and silently thought to himself, "Old Xuan, don't tease me. You'll be beaten to a pulp by now, hundreds of years from now—"
He immediately shook his head and said, "Elder, the matter of the Sacred Ceremony is not urgent for now. The most pressing matter is to inherit the Boundless Light Body."
He looked at Futu Xuan and Qing Xuanjun and said frankly, "To be honest, after I cultivated to the Three Gods Realm, my three bodies became independent."
The clone has remained with the Tai Ling Ancient Clan, and at the invitation of his master, the Tai Ming Ancestor, is attempting to inherit the clan's "Tai Ling Sacred Body."
As he spoke, his thoughts stirred slightly, and the space beside him rippled like water. A figure dressed in a plain white robe, with a cool and aloof temperament, quietly appeared. It was his white-robed clone.
"This clone,"
Lu Yu pointed to the white-robed clone and said to Fu Tu Xuan Dao, "Then the Grand Elder will take him back to the Fu Tu Ancient Clan and head to the ancestral land to try to inherit the Endless Light Body. I will trouble the Grand Elder to protect him."
Fu Tu Xuan looked at Lu Yu, a white-robed man with a perfect aura and a solid foundation, and his eyes flashed with an unprecedented light.
Although he had some suspicions beforehand, seeing this independent, holy-grade avatar with his own eyes was still incredibly shocking.
The possibility of one person possessing three Dharma bodies is actually about to become a reality!
"Good! Good! Leave this matter to me; there will be no mistakes!"
Fu Tu Xuan suppressed his excitement and nodded emphatically. He knew how important this matter was and that there was no room for error.
"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Elder." Lu Yu, dressed in white, spoke in a cool voice, bowing to Fu Tu Xuan.
Without further delay, Fu Tu Xuan rolled up his sleeves, and a gentle yet vast spiritual energy enveloped Lu Yu in his white robes.
"Without further ado, let's set off now."
After saying that, he nodded slightly to Qing Xuanjun and Lu Yu's true form. With a movement, he and his white-robed clone transformed into two streams of light, instantly tearing through space and disappearing into the sky, heading straight for the Futu Ancient Clan.
After watching them leave, only Lu Yu himself and Qing Xuanjun remained on the rooftop.
"The Grand Elder is really impatient—"
Qing Xuanjun gazed at the lingering spatial fluctuations in the sky, shook his head and chuckled, "He has longed for this for tens of thousands of years, dreaming of the endless light energy reappearing in the world, illuminating the ancestral home of my Futu Ancient Clan once more. Now that hope is right before our eyes, it's no wonder he can't wait even a moment longer."
"This is a good thing."
Lu Yu smiled and said, "With the Grand Elder personally protecting us, the inheritance process should be much smoother."
Qing Xuanjun nodded, then looked at Lu Yu with a complex expression: "As for you, Holy Son—both of your two avatars are now tasked with bearing the Primordial Dharma Body. Such a feat is unprecedented. If successful, you will likely be unmatched in this vast world. What are your plans next?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Yu chuckled and said, "We'll take it one step at a time. The threat of the extraterrestrial evil races remains. If my cultivation stagnates after inheriting the Dharma Body, I might go to the extraterrestrial realms to suppress the demons and, like the Ancestor of the Floating Pagoda, refine the Eight-Part Floating Pagoda—"
Qing Xuanjun was deeply shaken. He had originally thought that after Lu Yu achieved great success in his cultivation, he would either govern the clan and be awe-inspiring in all directions, or he would roam the world freely and unrestrained.
Unexpectedly, the young holy son's schemes were so profound and perilous. The outer realms were a forbidden land where even a Saint-rank Heavenly Sovereign could perish!
But looking into Lu Yu's calm yet burning eyes, he knew this was not an impulsive decision, but a well-considered choice. This resolve and courage far surpassed that of his peers.
"I admire the will of the Holy Son."
Qing Xuanjun solemnly cupped his hands, "If that day truly comes, my Futu Ancient Clan will certainly devote all its strength to supporting the Holy Son!"
Lu Yu smiled and returned the greeting: "Thank you, Master. However, that's a matter for later. Right now, let's deal with the matter at hand."
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His gaze gently fell once more upon the plaza below and the several figures eagerly waiting beneath the eaves.
Without hesitation, he moved slightly, as if merging into a gentle breeze, and disappeared silently from the rooftop.
The next moment, he appeared under the main hall corridor, standing in front of Xun'er, Little Fairy Doctor, and Zi Yan.
Ten years have passed, and it seems that they have not left many marks on their stunning looks, but their temperament has become more refined.
Three pairs of beautiful eyes were now fixed on Lu Yu, containing the same longing, joy, and a hint of barely perceptible resentment.
Looking at them, Lu Yu felt an overwhelming surge of warmth and guilt. A thousand words were stuck in his chest, but in the end, they only turned into a low and affectionate whisper: "Xun'er, Xian'er, Zi Yan—I'm back."
Xun'er's eyes instantly welled up with tears, but a beautiful smile bloomed on her lips as she nodded vigorously.
The little fairy doctor's cool and aloof expression softened, and she nodded slightly.
Zi Yan's eyes reddened, and she took a step forward, pretending to punch him. Her hand rose halfway but then gently fell back down, turning into a soft, nasal snort: "So you know how to come back!"
Lu Yu let her small fist land on his chest, his face full of gentle smiles, and reached out to hold the hands of all three women at the same time: "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
His gaze then slowly shifted to the little boy next to Xun'er, who was looking up at him with a curious yet somewhat timid expression.
The little guy also quieted down at this moment, seemingly sensing the emotional fluctuations of his mothers, or perhaps it was the natural closeness in his blood that made him no longer as lively as when he was facing Xiao Yan.
He blinked his bright, clear eyes, which were remarkably similar to Lu Yu's, a hint of hesitation and inquiry on his small face.
"Fan'er,"
Xun'er leaned down slightly, gently touched Lu Fan's head, and softly guided him, "This is Father. Father has returned from seclusion."
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Lu Fan looked at his mother, then at the unfamiliar man in front of him whose gentle aura made him feel inexplicably at ease and close. His small brows furrowed and then relaxed.
Finally, encouraged by Xun'er's gaze, he took a small step forward and called out clearly, though not loudly, "—Daddy?"
This call, like heavenly music, instantly struck the softest spot in Lu Yu's heart.
He crouched down to meet Lu Fan's gaze, a gentle smile appearing on his face like never before. He reached out and gently ruffled his son's soft hair: "Yes, it's Daddy. Fan'er, Daddy's back."
Feeling the warmth of his father's hand and his undisguised love, the last trace of fear in Lu Fan's eyes disappeared, and a bright smile bloomed on his face as he took the initiative to grab Lu Yu's sleeve.
At this moment, Xiao Yan also walked over, holding his daughter Xiao Yan's hand. He patted Lu Yu's shoulder with a smile and said, "It's good to be back! You've been in seclusion for ten years, making us wait so long. That kid Xiao Fan's talent is simply terrifying. An eight-year-old Supreme Being, he's a true prodigy!"
Xiao Yan peeked out from behind her father's legs, looking at Lu Yu curiously, and said in a clear voice, "Hello, Uncle Lu!"
Lu Yu smiled and agreed, his gaze then sweeping over Qing Yanjing, who was standing quietly not far away.
The little girl noticed his gaze, raised her clear eyes, and did not look away. Instead, she bowed slightly again, her voice soft yet clear and melodious: "Jing'er greets Uncle Lu and congratulates Uncle Lu on your completion of your seclusion."
His demeanor was composed, his manners impeccable, and his calm demeanor far surpassed that of his peers.
"Jing'er, there's no need for such formalities." Lu Yu smiled gently, quite impressed with this little girl with her unique temperament.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries and greetings, the slight awkwardness from ten years of separation quickly melted away.
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