Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 151 Feng Baobao, who wanted to dig a pit, and the old man who came to settle accounts.

"Whoosh—"

In the blink of an eye, the six vortexes swallowed the six flying coins. The next instant, the vortexes quickly closed, as if the void had closed a pocket.

"Eight-door transport?"

Chen Jinkui felt the connection between himself and the six coins being severed. He recalled the locations of the six vortexes and showed an expression of disbelief.

"Disregarding direction and timing, this is Wang Ye's method..."

Before he could finish speaking, a golden light flashed from Lü Qian's body on the ground, and he instantly appeared in front of Chen Jinkui.

"You know too much!"

As the light swirled, Lü Qian's figure materialized in mid-air. He swung his left fist, which was wrapped in layers of force, and slammed it down directly into Chen Jinkui.

"boom!"

【艮字• 崑仑】

Looking at the surging waves surrounding him, Chen Jinkui immediately changed his spell, and a powerful aura surged from his body, covering his entire body with a dark, mountain-like color.

Facing the onslaught of Lü Qian's punch, he forcefully suppressed the surging blood and qi in his chest, his smile growing increasingly infatuated, and the flames in his eyes burning ever brighter.

"Ahem... Little Lu Zu, you Wudang..."

"puff!"

The next moment, before he could finish speaking, the force in Lü Qian's left hand became even more surging and immense, and his fist shadow was as fast as lightning, striking his chest again.

"Click!"

A sound like a mirror shattering came from Chen Jinkui. The coating, as hard as mountain rock, shattered like glass under the force of the impact.

Bright red blood shot out of Chen Jinkui's mouth like an arrow.

"boom!"

The overwhelming force carried Chen Jinkui to the ground with a thud, like a giant boulder crashing into the earth, stirring up waves of wind and dust that filled the forest.

Wang Ye raised his sleeve to shield his face from the wind, waves, and dust, and peered into the smoke in the arena.

Two figures stood, one holding a sword, the other lying on the ground.

"Fortunately, you followed us here. In that case, it will make things easier for me to handle."

Lu Qian's indifferent voice came from the dust and smoke. As soon as he finished speaking, a hazy, iridescent blue light shone from the dust and smoke.

Back then, at the Thunder and Fire Refining Hall on Mount Wudang, where creation returned to its original state, Lü Qian reforged his bloodline, eliminated the existence of that demon, and completely transformed his life force for his own use, thus acquiring his own [Dual-Handed Technique].

Unlike the "Dual-Handed Technique" that originated from others, this is the true "Dual-Handed Technique" that belongs to Lü Qian.

For Lü Qian, the most troublesome thing was not Chen Jinkui's cultivation level, but Chen Jinkui's identity. He could not die without knowing the truth, because that would cause a huge uproar in the world of supernatural beings.

Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, the worst thing is for it to blow up, because then who knows how many twists and turns and troubles it will cause.

But now that he is secretly following Wang Ye, it gives Lü Qian room to maneuver.

First, use the Soul-Clearing Technique to make Chen Jinkui forget about the [Feng Hou Qi Men]. Once he returns to the Technique Sect, it will be time for Lü Qian to come knocking with his sword.

In the name of discussing the Tao, they sign a life-or-death agreement, and in the end, they carry out the act of eradicating the root of the problem.

The "Technique" school should also be called the "End" school!

People like Chen Jinkui will not give up their covetousness unless they are completely destroyed.

Because of the smoke, Wang could only see Lü Qian glowing with blue light as he covered Chen Jinkui on the ground.

"alright."

Before long, Lü Qian's voice rang out again. He waved his sleeve, and a gust of wind blew up, dispelling the dust that was obscuring his vision.

"Junior Brother Wang Ye, you know what to say and what not to say."

In the center of the battlefield, Lü Qian stroked the wooden sword in his hand and gave Wang Ye, who was peeking out, a meaningful smile.

For some reason, Wang Ye sensed a chilling sword light emanating from the dark, dull wooden sword, which stung his eyes so much that he couldn't help but close them.

"Oh no, I was blind just now, I didn't see anything."

Wang Ye covered his face with his sleeve and stumbled a few steps like a blind man. "It must have been the sandstorm that blinded me."

"Senior brother, where are you, senior brother?"

Seeing Wang Ye pretending to be deaf and blind, Lü Qian nodded in satisfaction. He put down his left hand, which was stroking the sword, and with a flick of his right hand, he put the wooden sword back on his back.

"Junior brother, a wise man knows when to yield. You've become quite worldly-wise now."

Wang Ye closed his eyes and used his hands to feel his way. He staggered to Lü Qian's side, grabbed Lü Qian's sleeve, and fell to the ground.

"Senior brother, what did you say? I don't understand."

"Oh."

Seeing this, Lü Qian smiled and said, "Alright, let me remind you, I've calculated that there will be a calamity about thirty feet ahead of you. It's better to take a different path."

After saying that, Lü Qian once again merged with his sword, transforming into a golden streak of light and flying into the distance.

"A calamity?"

Wang Ye watched Lü Qian walk away, then glanced at Chen Jinkui lying on the ground. "I can't figure it out. Forget it, let's not act alone. Find a lively place so others won't have a chance to attack."

With that, Wang Ye turned and headed back towards the mountain path he had come from. Having been followed by Chen Jinkui, he dared not stray too far from human habitation.

In the distance, Feng Baobao, with a bundle of hemp rope wrapped around her body and a brand-new shovel in her hand, sat on a tree branch, using the dense canopy to conceal herself.

"Why hasn't that young Taoist priest arrived yet?"

Feng Baobao peeked out from the leaves and looked towards the mountain path. She didn't see Wang Ye, but she didn't give up. She sat back down on the tree branch and started counting the tools used in the crime.

"Rope, bucket, shovel... and a map. Let me see, this little Taoist priest needs to be buried a bit further away..."

Time passed slowly, the setting sun gradually sank into the distant horizon, and a silver moon appeared in the dark night sky.

"Why haven't they arrived yet? Hmm, is that Zhang Chulan calling?"

"Hey, what? That little Taoist priest already went back?"

Feng Baobao's question startled a flock of birds into flight. "Impossible, my perfect plan..."

……

That night, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars shone brilliantly.

At the Lü family camp, a young Taoist priest carrying a wooden sword slowly approached. His footsteps were silent, and his figure flickered, like a dark shadow in the night.

With a swift movement, Lü Qian arrived at the gate. He crouched down and glanced through the crack in the door; the lights in the courtyard were off, and there was no one else around.

"Whoosh—"

Lu Qian's figure flashed past the courtyard wall beside him. He climbed over the wall, bent his legs to dissipate the force, and landed silently in the center of the courtyard.

"Click—"

"You're back?"

Before Lü Qian could even stand up straight, the lights in the main room suddenly turned on, and the next instant, the tightly closed door burst open. Lü Ci stood behind the threshold, backlit, his voice, a half-smile, echoing throughout the courtyard.

"Grandpa, what... what happened to your face?"

Lu Qian turned to look at Lu Ci, about to make a fuss, but the next moment a flash of golden-red fire appeared in his eyes, and he saw Lu Ci's old face backlit by the light.

His once cold and intimidating face was now covered in bruises, and there was a fist-sized purplish-black mark next to his tightly closed right eye.

"Oh, what's wrong? Come here, I'll tell you."

Lu Ci stepped out of the door, waved to Lu Qian, and his smile became even more amiable.

"come over."

"I suddenly remembered that I made an appointment with Fellow Daoist Ding to admire the moon, so I'll take my leave now."

Lu Qian immediately realized something was wrong. His body glowed with golden light, and he was about to fly away again.

"Old Wang, get started!"

"Dele, behold my inescapable net."

Suddenly, jet-black ink lines appeared in the void above the courtyard. These lines intertwined and entangled, forming a giant net with tightly woven holes, completely sealing off this small courtyard.

"Great-grandson, it's not that your grandfather doesn't want to help you, it's just that what you did today was really unethical."

Wang Ai staggered out from behind Lü Ci, his chubby face mostly covered by white bandages, with only his small eyes and chin showing.

He held a white jade-carved writing brush in his hand, the brush body about two feet four inches long, the tip of which was filled with a dark, ink-like aura.

Wang Ai flicked his brush in the air, and three large "seal" characters flew from the tip of the brush, landing on the giant net that resembled a barrier.

The character "封" (seal) resembles flowing water, merging into the giant net barrier the moment it touches it.

The next moment, the ink lines that make up the giant net seem to come alive, intertwining with each other and making the holes even smaller and tighter.

"Divine paint?"

Lu Qian dispelled the golden light emanating from his body, looked with interest at the giant net above his head, and then turned to look at the writing brush in Wang Ai's hand.

"Clever, but I'm not in the mood to praise you today. Take this!"

"boom!"