The Lu Family's Demise

Chapter 43: The Lu Family's Demise

Within the Lu estate, Steward Lu hadn't been sleeping well lately. He'd received word that the blood food, originally meant for the Mountain Imps, had somehow survived.

And all his subordinates were dead.

He wasn't afraid of the blood food itself – just useless trash who hadn't become cultivators. What worried him was the mysterious cultivator who had killed the Mountain Imps.

According to the captured hunters, the cultivator was quite young.

He, on the other hand, was frail and aged. He couldn't possibly match a young cultivator in combat. This was the drawback of the Spiritual Platform path; without reaching Golden Core, one's Blood Essence would continuously decay with time, unlike Huangting cultivators who became more formidable with age.

This was precisely why, despite being in the Second Layer, he didn't dare to fight the newly formed demon Mountain Imp.

He still wanted to live a few more days.

"Agai, are the supplies ready?" Steward Lu asked his steward.

The steward replied respectfully, "They are ready, sir. Our best men are holding them. Even a cultivator will be stripped of their skin, if not killed."

"Good, good," Steward Lu nodded slightly. "What about the Boss?"

Having lived so long, he naturally had offspring. His eldest son was also his most promising, serving in the city as a First Layer cultivator.

To deal with the unknown cultivator seeking revenge, Steward Lu naturally had to have his eldest son come and handle the situation.

"He's waiting with the matriarch," the steward said.

"This child only cares about his mother, not his old father," Steward Lu huffed, seemingly displeased, but the smile playing on his lips indicated his great happiness.

"Let's go, we'll go take a look too," Steward Lu said, standing up.

"Yes," the steward followed.

In a courtyard within the Lu estate, a short figure carrying a long spear suddenly leaped out of a well.

Landing silently, Lin Le amplified his hearing, listening to the sounds around him.

With nimble footwork, Lin Le had already flown onto the rooftop in the blink of an eye. He gazed towards a certain spot and saw a middle-aged man chatting happily with an old woman. Several young men and women were around them. Judging by their attire, they were likely young masters and ladies.

One of the young masters, bored, was looking around and happened to spot Lin Le standing on the rooftop. Seeing the spear on his back and his plain clothes, he knew he wasn't one of them and shouted, "Who!"

With a shout, everyone turned to look at the young master.

It was at this moment of subconscious reaction that they saw a golden light flash and strike the young master on the head.

Bang!

The Lu family descendant's head instantly exploded like a watermelon, splattering onto those around him.

Everyone froze, stunned. No one had expected someone to dare commit murder in their home in broad daylight.

But the fact was, someone dared, and quite boldly.

Lu Yong, the eldest son of the Lu family, was the first to react. He reached for his saber, only to find nothing.

He blinked, then remembered he hadn't brought his saber.

Although Steward Lu feared the unknown cultivator seeking revenge, Lu Yong wasn't particularly afraid. He worked for the county magistrate in Bailian County; as long as someone inquired, anyone in any circle would give him some respect.

If that cultivator wanted revenge, they would definitely investigate his family's situation. Once they did, it would simply be a matter of compensation, not a life-or-death struggle.

Therefore, Lu Yong hadn't brought his weapon with him.

But unfortunately, Lin Le only wanted their lives.

While Lu Yong was momentarily stunned, Lin Le had already arrived before him, thrusting his spear with lightning speed.

Sky-Breaking!

"You, urk!"

Before Lu Yong could even shout, Lin Le's spear had already pierced his neck.

24 points of merit and 10 points of killing karma entered his Inner Scenery.

'So he's a First Layer cultivator.'

Lin Le was slightly surprised. He had thought it would be just a third-limit Martial Master.

Without further ado, Lin Le continued his slaughter.

In this courtyard, Lu Yong had the strongest combat power. The rest were naturally no match for Lin Le.

Steward Lu, who was walking towards them, heard the screams of anguish from not far away. His face immediately changed, and he rushed forward with incredible speed, showing no signs of his advanced age.

When he reached the courtyard entrance, he saw Lin Le drive his spear into an old woman.

"A Xiu!" Steward Lu cried out in grief.

Lin Le pulled out his spear, turned to look at Steward Lu, his face utterly indifferent, showing no guilt for killing an old woman.

Steward Lu's body began to tremble. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he looked at Lin Le, saying, "What grudge do I have against you, what enmity, that you must kill my entire family to be satisfied!"

Lin Le walked towards him step by step, then tilted his head and asked, "Hmm, is it fun?"

This single sentence completely enraged Steward Lu. His True Qi surged outwards, and he roared, "I'll kill you!"

His fist shot out like a dragon, True Qi flying out like a dragon, fiercely colliding with Lin Le.

Lin Le slashed his spear downwards, and a stream of crimson True Qi shot out.

Setting Sun!

Whoosh!

The crimson True Qi sliced through Steward Lu's True Qi like a hot knife through butter, striking him.

Bang bang bang!

Steward Lu was sent flying twenty to thirty meters by the blow, smashing through stone walls and wooden railings in his path.

Armor, perhaps?

Lin Le watched Steward Lu struggle to get up nearby, a thought flashing through his mind. But his feet didn't stop. In just two or three steps, he was already in front of Steward Lu.

His spear was like a bolt of lightning, aimed directly at Steward Lu's head.

Seeing the rapidly expanding shadow before him, Steward Lu instinctively shouted:

"Spare me!"

Squelch!

The spear pierced directly through his head.

Is this all the Second Layer amounts to? Not even as good as that Cai dog.

Lin Le pulled out his spear, feeling quite surprised. He realized he needed a more accurate assessment of his own strength.

He turned to look at the two trembling stewards.

Seeing Lin Le turn towards him, the steward immediately fell to his knees, "Great hero, spare me, great hero, I'm just a..."

Bang! A headless corpse fell. Lin Le calmly retracted his Universe Ring.

He rummaged through Steward Lu's body and pulled off a black soft armor.

He examined the damage. His previous Setting Sun strike had only left a shallow indentation.

He channeled True Qi into it to feel its properties. It was a low-grade magic artifact with three small restrictions.

Without hesitation, Lin Le put it on himself.

He listened for any sounds, then continued his killing. Along the way, several Martial Masters tried to shoot him with crossbows, but he eliminated them first with his Universe Ring.

Lin Le picked up a crossbow and tested it. With a swoosh, the arrow pierced a stone pillar.

If an ordinary First or Second Layer cultivator had to take a direct hit with their body, it would likely be quite unpleasant.

He played with it for a while before discarding it. Although he knew it was valuable, his storage bag couldn't fit it.

After killing everyone he deemed necessary, Lin Le performed an Inner Vision Divine Ability, observing his Inner Scenery:

Human Dao merit: 134 points, Earthly Dao merit: 25 points, killing karma: 124 points.

He knocked on the well nine times, and Qingli emerged from the bottom. Without Lin Le needing to say anything, it automatically blew a breath, collecting all the valuable items in Steward Lu's residence.

Not to mention the silver and cash, some medicinal herbs and pills were consumed by Lin Le and Qingli. The most valuable items were a long saber and a gourd, both low-grade magic artifacts.

Lin Le planned to sell the long saber, but he kept the gourd for himself.

Although the gourd wasn't a spatial magic artifact, it could automatically gather spiritual energy, cultivating a pot of spiritual water. While not much, it was perfect for quenching his thirst.