Deceiving the Master and Destroying the Ancestors, Deserving of Death!

Inquiry Sword Sect, Bone Forging Peak.

At this moment, Fan Bailu, the only disciple of Luo Qingdie, was frantically trying to comfort the sobbing Liu Yan'er before him.

"There, there, Yan'er, please don't cry." Fan Bailu coaxed her in a soft, gentle voice, even taking out all of his own pills. "These are for you, take them all."

"What use are these things!" Liu Yan'er shoved the pills away, her face full of sorrow. "Brother Fan, my life is so bitter. What did I ever do wrong? Why must the Sect Leader target me like this? Is being better looking than her a crime? Does she want me to scar my own face before she'll let me go?"

Watching the tear-streaked Liu Yan'er, Fan Bailu felt his heart twist with pain. He pulled her into a tight embrace and said, "Of course not! You haven't done anything wrong, Yan'er. It's Master's fault."

The more Fan Bailu spoke, the more he gritted his teeth. "That jealous old hag!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yan'er quickly covered Fan Bailu's mouth, her face full of worry. "Brother Fan, don't say such things. The Sect Leader is narrow-minded and ruthless; if she hears you, she definitely won't let you off. If something were to happen to you, Brother Fan, then I..."

Liu Yan'er began to cry even harder.

Seeing this, Fan Bailu felt as if he were floating, his mind filled with only one thought.

She cares about me, Yan'er cares about me!

A surge of masculine bravado welled up within him.

He waved his hand and declared, "What is there to fear?! That old hag who pretends to be young wouldn't dare lay a finger on me. I've beaten her up more times than I can count!"

"Brother Fan, say no more. I already know your heart."

"You don't believe me?" Fan Bailu stood up with a whoosh. "I'll take you to see her right now and demand an explanation for you. I want to see why she didn't show up to the Assembly! Why she refuses to put in any effort regarding your talent issues!"

"Really?"

"If I'm lying, may I be struck by the Five Thunders."

"Brother Fan, you are so good to me." Liu Yan'er nestled against Fan Bailu's chest.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

After being possessed, Luo Qingdie, whose consciousness was trapped within her own body, immediately logged into the chat group to pour out her grievances.

Luo Qingdie: "Sisters, who can relate? Chu Lu has possessed my body!"

The chat group was instantly filled with question marks.

Hua Honglian: "Uh, is Chu Lu really that wild?"

Xu Liniang: "Tell us the process! Tell us the process! Tell us the process! Where did he touch first? How is his technique?"

Zhu Shanlin: "Since it's already come to this, I suggest you stop trying to run; you'll only keep suffering and end up laying eggs. Just get married, and you can cultivate feelings later."

Liu Ruyue: "From seizing by force to a marriage that turns into love."

Luo Qingdie: "It's not about this body!"

The Chat Group was in an uproar, but Chu Lu paid them no mind.

He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within his body. He felt his domineering aura instantly skyrocket, swell, and intensify. With such unparalleled dominance and wild ferocity, such a wicked Demon God, what in this world could possibly stand against him? Damn it, what in this world could possibly stand against him!

—So, how exactly did Luo Qingdie end up in such a pathetic state?

Chu Lu muttered to himself again.

Once he had grown accustomed to this formidable power, he began preparing for the upcoming slaughter.

The first step was to strip away all the miscellaneous things on his body.

This didn't just refer to that flimsy dress.

After taking over the body, Chu Lu discovered that Luo Qingdie had used spells to disguise her own physique and facial features.

For instance, she had forcibly compressed her bones to reduce her height, and altered her facial features to make her appearance look youthful. In short, she had gone to great lengths to make herself look petite and adorable.

This practice naturally resulted in intense discomfort and hindered her movements, as it was equivalent to someone constantly hunching their body to get around.

Therefore, Chu Lu directly dispelled these spells.

His height immediately increased by five inches, and his features matured. His facial contours became sharper, exuding a sense of heroism. After changing the fluffy dress into a form-fitting martial outfit and removing all the hair accessories to tie his hair into a neat style, his entire temperament underwent a sudden transformation.

Chu Lu stretched, his bones popping and cracking, feeling incredibly refreshed.

Just then, Yu'er walked in from outside.

Yu'er had been serving Luo Qingdie for quite a few years.

Back when she first became a maid, her heart had been filled with trepidation.

After all, the person she was to serve was the Sect Leader of the Inquiry Sword Sect, the number one sword sect under heaven, and the only Mahayana Stage cultivator in the world.

With such an exalted status and such immense strength, she must be a truly extraordinary person, right? To be able to serve such a person, she must have been blessed in three lifetimes.

However, after actually meeting her—seeing that fluffy dress, that short stature, that baby face, and that expression of constantly pouting to act cute—it made Yu'er feel somewhat uncomfortable. Especially that baby face; she always found it awkward to look at.

It was as if someone had painted a picture, and then another person had gone and made edits to it, so at a single glance, you could tell there was a slight sense of dissonance in the image.

Later, she learned from others that Luo Qingdie was extremely vain and had used spells to alter her own face.

Yu'er felt a bit disappointed.

Of course, it was only a little bit; after all, her strength was genuine.

Even though Yu'er had always been in the sect and never saw her fighting on the battlefield, she would always hear about what powerful figures she had killed or what formidable demonic beasts she had slain. In her heart, there had always been a shred of respect.

It wasn't until recently—to be precise, after Liu Yan'er joined the sect—that things began to change.

She started to frequently witness scenes of Luo Qingdie losing face.

Being pointed at and berated by her Master, being mocked and ridiculed by her Senior Brother, and even being kicked hard by her own disciple—yet she never dared to resist. Like a punching bag, she would lower her head and endure it all in silence, only to hide under her covers in the middle of the night and weep bitterly.

A sense of contempt couldn't help but sprout in Yu'er's heart.

Once, she brought over some hot food. Luo Qingdie reached out eagerly to grab it, and in her anxiety, Yu'er forgot the other woman's status. She slapped her hand away hard and snapped viciously, "Don't just grab at it!"

After the strike, she realized what she had done and turned pale, expecting to be punished.

To her surprise, Luo Qingdie just let out a pitiful "Oh" and obediently retreated to the side, saying nothing.

In that instant, a surge of pleasure rose in Yu'er's heart.

It was also on that day that the shred of contempt in her heart turned into utter disdain.

Her attitude toward Luo Qingdie became increasingly malicious, and she grew more and more excited watching the latter's cowering, timid demeanor.

She couldn't help but think to herself: Luo Qingdie only has a Mahayana Stage cultivation, nothing more. If I were at the Mahayana Stage, I would definitely be much better than her.

At this very moment, it was with this contemptuous mindset that Yu'er walked in, prepared to deliver her report.

However, when she raised her head and looked at Luo Qingdie in front of her, she froze.

The appearance of the Luo Qingdie before her was the exact opposite of what she remembered.

Dressed in a black martial outfit, her figure looked long and upright. Her long, raven-black hair was tied up high, giving her a heroic and spirited air. Her sword-like eyebrows slanted toward her temples, her eyes were as bright as stars, her nose was straight, her lips were pressed firmly together, and her facial features were as sharp and defined as if carved by a knife. The entire person exuded an inviolable majesty.

Who is this?

Yu'er couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt.

She took a few more looks before realizing that the person in front of her was indeed Luo Qingdie.

"What is it? Is something the matter?" Chu Lu asked.

Hearing that calm and steady tone, Yu'er felt inexplicably nervous. Her body shrank slightly, and she answered cautiously, "Sect Leader, your disciple Fan Bailu wishes to see you."

"Let him in," Chu Lu replied.

"Yes." After saying this, Yu'er turned and left.

Once outside, Yu'er recalled the scene she had just seen and the voice she had heard, and her cheeks couldn't help but burn.

The deep-seated contempt in her heart melted away like snow under the scorching sun.

She couldn't help but think: How did the Sect Leader suddenly... become so handsome?

The process of relaying the message was completed quickly.

Fan Bailu, in high spirits, grabbed Liu Yan'er's hand and said, "Let's go, Yan'er. Watch how I teach that Old Hag a lesson!"

Liu Yan'er looked at Fan Bailu with a face full of adoration and gave a soft, "Mm."

The two of them rushed into the Cave Abode and arrived before Chu Lu.

"Old Hag!" Fan Bailu began with a loud curse, but upon seeing Chu Lu's appearance, he was instantly stunned.

He saw Chu Lu's clean, sharp attire, a physique completely different from usual, and those eyes... especially those eyes.

They were unlike the eyes he was used to, which were always filled with doting, helplessness, and even a hint of fear.

At this moment, his Master's gaze was cold, ruthless, and carried a trace of scrutiny, as if a judge were sizing up a prisoner below, contemplating what punishment to hand down. A sense of unease couldn't help but rise in Fan Bailu's heart.

At the same time, Liu Yan'er was also observing Chu Lu. She was surprised that he was no longer pretending to be docile, but then she chuckled to herself.

She had seen plenty of women who had suffered heartbreak and cut their hair to show their resolve.

But very few ever truly succeeded.

After all, changing one's hairstyle only required a pair of scissors, but changing one's personality was not nearly as easy.

Seeing that Fan Bailu seemed to be having second thoughts, she looked at him pitifully and called out, "Brother Fan~~"

Fan Bailu shuddered, suddenly realizing that Liu Yan'er was watching him.

He immediately cast that trace of unease to the back of his mind.

What is there to be afraid of? I don't know how many times I've beaten her already. I am her disciple; no matter how much of a scene she makes, she wouldn't dare lay a hand on me. No matter how unhappy she is, she will eventually listen and be obedient.

Thus, with a fierce expression, he stepped forward and shouted, "Old Hag!"

Chu Lu looked at him and said, "What did you call me?"

Fan Bailu didn't even think before shouting, "Old Ha—"

"I'll ask you one more time." Chu Lu interrupted him, his tone indifferent. "What did you call me?"

Fan Bailu felt a chill run down his spine for no reason. Subconsciously, he changed his tune: "M-Master."

Only then did Chu Lu withdraw the killing intent from his eyes.

In truth, he was very happy that Fan Bailu had come.

He had just finished preparing himself and was looking for an excuse to kill someone, and now an excuse had delivered itself right to his doorstep. How could he not be happy?

At this moment, perhaps because he felt overwhelmed by the aura of the Master he had always looked down upon, a flash of shame and annoyance crossed Fan Bailu's heart, and his voice suddenly rose.

"Master! The Assembly spearheaded by our Martial Uncle and Grandmaster—why didn't you attend?" he demanded sharply.

"Why should I have gone?" Chu Lu retorted.

"What?" Fan Bailu was stunned. He hadn't expected the other man to dare question him back. He immediately muttered, "That was an Assembly held for Junior Sister Liu. It was meant to solve her cultivation problems. Junior Sister Liu's aptitude is insufficient; we must find a way to resolve it, otherwise, she will struggle to break through her bottleneck."

"And so?" Chu Lu maintained his attitude. "Her aptitude is insufficient, so I must help her? On what grounds?"

"She is a disciple of the sect, and you are the Sect Leader. Shouldn't you help her?"

"What a joke." Chu Lu sneered. "Do you know how many disciples this sect has? Nearly one hundred thousand! How many of them are just like her, lacking in aptitude? Following your logic, should I also go and help Junior Brother Liu, Junior Brother Zhou, Junior Brother Sun, and Junior Brother Wang? Why haven't I seen you crying injustice for them?"

"This, this is different."

"How is it different? Has she performed some great service?"

"Junior Sister Liu has been in the sect for less than a year and is only at the Qi Refining stage. How could she have performed a service?"

"Then do I owe her something?"

"Of course not..."

"Then how exactly is it different?"

"Can't you see? Junior Sister Liu is so pitiful." Fan Bailu looked at Liu Yan'er with a face full of heartache, as if he couldn't comprehend Chu Lu's coldness.

"Most stray dogs on the side of the road are also quite pitiful. By your logic, I should go and teach a dog." Chu Lu said coldly.

"What did you say?!" Fan Bailu was incensed.

Chu Lu merely looked at him coldly and suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, how is your cultivation progressing?"

"What?"

"I see you haven't made any progress lately. What about the Pills I gave you?"

"Heh." Fan Bailu let out a mocking laugh. "Trying to bring up the fact that I gave my Pills to Junior Sister Liu again, are you? I told you last time, my things are mine to give to whoever I please. You! Have! No! Say!"

"You can give them to whoever you want; I don't care to manage that. But I do care about my reputation." Chu Lu rested his cheek on one hand, looking at him with disdain. "I am the Sect Leader of the Inquiry Sword Sect, the only person in the world at the Mahayana Stage, yet my disciple is only at the Foundation Establishment stage? If this were to get out, where would I put my face? They say a famous teacher produces brilliant students, so why is my disciple a piece of trash?"

"Ha!?" Fan Bailu's eyes widened. It had always been him looking down on his Master; he never expected that one day he would be the one being looked down upon.

But before he could roar in anger, he heard even more shocking words.

"I think it's time to change disciples. From this day forward, our ties are severed. Get out of the Inquiry Sword Sect." Chu Lu said.

Fan Bailu's face flushed a deep red, an intense sense of humiliation nearly shattering his sanity.

Expel me from the sect? She actually wants to expel me from the sect?

Clang.

He drew his sword and pointed it at Chu Lu, shouting, "You wouldn't dare!?"

"Fan Bailu, what do you think you're doing?" Chu Lu said in a deep voice.

"I—I'm going to hack you to death!" Fan Bailu roared, charging forward with his sword raised.

It was an utterly absurd scene: a Foundation Establishment cultivator actually taking the initiative to attack a Mahayana Stage expert.

Yet, no one present found it strange.

Whether it was Liu Yan'er watching from the sidelines or Yu'er peeking from outside, both felt that Chu Lu would simply stand there and take the beating until Fan Bailu's anger subsided.

Therefore, when they saw Chu Lu reach out and grab Fan Bailu's blade, they were both stunned.

A glimmer of triumphant amusement flashed in Chu Lu's eyes. He looked at the shocked Fan Bailu and said, "Committing insubordination and deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors—you deserve to die!"

With a snap, he broke Fan Bailu's longsword in two, then gripped the remaining half of the blade and swung it with force.

The tip of the sword sliced across Fan Bailu's neck.

A head, still wearing an expression of utter astonishment, immediately flew into the air, trailing a line of blood before landing heavily on the ground. It rolled forward a few times, coming to a stop right at Liu Yan'er's feet.

Liu Yan'er stared blankly at the severed head, then let out a piercing shriek.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Murder!"

"The Sect Leader is murdering people!"