Rebels

After leaving the Martial Hall, Lu Wangchuan immediately read through the Limitless Sword Dao, imprinting the technique onto the Light Screen, then directly chose to add points.

The qi and blood within his body burned and boiled wildly, taking several full seconds before settling down.

Lu Wangchuan only felt an unprecedentedly sharp sensation of swordsmanship arise in his mind.

He could not help sighing inwardly. Adding points truly was a godlike ability. If he had relied on his own cultivation, it might have taken years to reach the first level of the Limitless Sword Dao. Yet with added points, it took merely a few seconds.

Looking at the information again, only a pitiful few dozen points of qi and blood remained.

"Adding points to the Limitless Sword Dao once actually consumes twelve hundred points of qi and blood!"

One had to know that even a movement technique like the Heavenly Dipper Eight Steps, which so many people fought over, could be considered the pinnacle among ordinary techniques. It would not be an exaggeration to call it half a step into the transcendent, yet adding points to it once only cost a thousand points.

The Limitless Sword Dao required twelve hundred points. It truly deserved to be called a transcendent sword technique. Instructor Lu had given him a great gift.

Lu Wangchuan had always been the sort of person who made others regret treating him badly tenfold, while repaying even a fraction of kindness tenfold in return.

He quietly decided that he would treat Lu Xianyuan better in the future.

Of course, kindness was one thing, but he still needed to conceal some of his strength. A person had to keep some secrets in order to live long.

When he arrived home, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

The five senses and six perceptions of a Source Opening Realm expert had grown far stronger. No slight change anywhere in the entire courtyard could escape his perception.

There were quite a few messy footprints on the ground. Though the snow had covered most of them, they were incomparably clear in his eyes. Besides, the entire courtyard was deathly quiet. Xiao Wu and Xiao Yue could not possibly be sleeping at this time. It was far too abnormal.

However, he did not reveal anything unusual. He simply headed toward the main hall with an ordinary expression.

He did not know what had happened to Xiao Wu and Xiao Yue. Alerting the snake in the grass might get both of them killed.

The instant he stepped into the hall, a longsword gleaming with icy light was pressed against his neck from behind a side door.

"Don't move."

Lu Wangchuan swept his gaze over the room. Xiao Wu and Xiao Yue had both been tied up like dumplings. Five figures stood beside them—one woman and four men, two of whom still wore bloodstained prison uniforms.

They were Black Lotus Society members who had broken out of the execution ground.

He immediately said in a low voice:

"I have always admired the Black Lotus Society's great cause and have no intention of becoming your enemy. You may take all the valuables in this residence. I only ask that you spare my life and the lives of my two servants."

As soon as his words fell, a figure silently slipped in through the door, speaking with delight.

"Sister-in-law, I never expected this brat to be such a big catch. There's plenty of Spirit Elixir in the Training Room, enough to heal Brother Zhao and Brother Chen's injuries. There are quite a few banknotes too!"

The woman looked at Lu Wangchuan, her eyes turning cold.

"A little brat has this much money? His family must be beasts who squeeze the common people dry. Kill him!"

The moment her words fell, Lu Wangchuan struck without warning. He first punched the chest of the man behind him, then drove another punch into the back of the man holding the Spirit Elixir before snatching away the longsword the former had held at his throat.

The speed of the Source Opening Realm was swift as lightning, and its power was horrifying beyond measure. The two punches landed in less than half a second. The two men flew in opposite directions, one with his entire chest cavity crushed and liver ruptured, the other with his spine shattered as he crashed straight into the others.

"He's an expert!"

The five people turned pale with fright and cried out as they leaped to their feet.

Lu Wangchuan activated the Heavenly Dipper Eight Steps, his speed reaching an even more consummate height. A streak of silver flashed through the air. The four men had barely risen when their throats were sealed by a single sword stroke. The woman tried to seize Xiao Wu and Xiao Yue as hostages, but before her hand could touch either of them, the blade pierced through her chest from behind.

"You want to rob people, yet you still make up some charge, acting as though you're dispensing justice and robbing the rich to aid the poor. Dumbass!"

Shhk—!

He pulled out the sword. Her eyes widened in unwillingness as she collapsed. Lu Wangchuan flicked his wrist and struck again, severing the ropes around Xiao Wu and Xiao Yue. The two immediately scrambled up in panic.

"Y-Young Master, should we report this to the authorities?"

"No. The less trouble, the better. Just throw the bodies onto the street while it's still dark."

Lu Wangchuan had no desire to deal with the authorities. Besides, these people were not weak. One had already reached the Bone Forging Realm, while two others were in the Tendons and Membranes Realm. If he handed them over to the authorities, would that not expose his own cultivation as well?

He searched the group and found only a small Storage Bag. Apart from over twenty Thunderclap Bombs, it contained merely a pitiful four hundred or so taels in banknotes and a jade token of poor quality. Clearly, they had traveled light in order to rescue someone and had brought no treasures.

Not only dumbasses, but poor bastards too!

Peh!

That night, Lu Wangchuan used the darkness as cover to dump their corpses on the street, then resumed his frenzied cultivation.

Ever since transmigrating into this world, he had continuously lived this dull, monotonous life. But he understood that if one wanted to become an expert, one had to endure loneliness.

There were no shortcuts in martial cultivation. Train through the bitter cold of winter and the blazing heat of summer; only day after day and year after year could one achieve something.

Over the following months, Jianghai City finally became much calmer. Rebels like the Black Lotus Society did not appear again.

Lu Wangchuan had thought those rebels had finally settled down. Unexpectedly, they had merely been secretly gathering strength before erupting once more.

In the fifth year of Tian Yuan, Huang Tianlong, chief of the Black Lotus Society, issued a proclamation in Qing Zhou, condemning the Imperial Court for dozens of crimes of corruption. He then shouted the slogan—Da Qian is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise!—before carving out territory and declaring himself king. The common people flocked to support him, raising poles in rebellion, attacking cities and seizing land as they captured several cities in succession.

For a time, no one could match their momentum!

The moment Lu Wangchuan heard this, he shuddered.

There was nothing wrong with the overall picture. Da Qian was corrupt and chaotic, so it was only natural that the people would rise in rebellion. But the words "Da Qian is dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise" gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

For a moment, he almost thought that perhaps he was not the only transmigrator.

Later, however, he heard that Huang Tianlong had exhausted himself to death after fighting ten beloved concubines through the night. With the Black Lotus Society left leaderless, the Imperial Court scattered them in short order. Only then did Lu Wangchuan breathe a sigh of relief.

Such a stupid person was probably not a transmigrator.

Even if he was, there was nothing to fear from that level of intelligence.

Still, the matter made Lu Wangchuan even more vigilant. In the future, he should not easily become enemies with others. But once he did, he had to kill them completely, grinding their bones to ashes.

Otherwise, if he encountered someone of the "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" sort, then even if he cultivated into a generation's Great Emperor, he might still be unable to escape calamity.

One day, Lu Wangchuan went to the Martial Hall for class. After class ended, Lu Xianyuan called him to the small courtyard again.

"How far have you cultivated the Limitless Sword Dao?"

"In reply to Instructor, I have cultivated it to the first level."

"And your cultivation?"

"I have reached the peak of the Tendons and Membranes Realm and am about to break through into the Bone Forging Realm."

"Oh~."

Lu Xianyuan drew out a long "oh," then said:

"One cannot cultivate transcendent martial skills below the Bone Forging Realm."

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