The Old Daoist Came for Revenge!

"Is what he said true?"

Within the Cave Dwelling, Ye Feixue asked.

There seemed to be an inexplicable unease in her heart.

Lu Xuanji could have righteously declared that the old Daoist was spouting nonsense and slandering them.

Yet the moment he opened his mouth, he said, "It's true!"

"I don't want to deceive you. What he said is true. The Lu Clan has done many filthy, despicable things, no different from evil demons." Lu Xuanji said, "Once there are too many people, conflicts multiply. When a thousand people gather, there are all sorts—good people and bad people alike."

"Originally, that was nothing. As long as the family rules were upright, the family customs proper, and the Patriarch enforced the law strictly, the evil in people's hearts could still be suppressed, and the clan as a whole could remain largely healthy."

"Unfortunately, when the ancestor himself was crooked, how could one expect those below him to be incorruptible? The family customs had been thoroughly ruined as well."

This was also the drawback of clan-based cultivation.

Ancestor Lu Fuming himself had been morally crooked from the start. At that meeting more than ten years ago, he had seemingly placed righteousness above family ties and directly killed three Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

It could be considered ruthless and decisive.

Yet it had merely been a deception. He killed them openly, but secretly let them go.

On the surface, he had both intimidated the clansmen and displayed sentiment and loyalty.

But where could there be anything that achieved both ends? Instead, it encouraged the clan's crooked and wicked atmosphere.

With its family customs ruined, calamity that would wipe out the clan followed.

There were only cultivation sects that endured for ten thousand years; there were no cultivation families that lasted ten thousand years. Sustained by bloodlines and kinship, they would ultimately not endure.

In his previous life, certain relatives had endlessly quarreled over inheritances and caring for elderly parents, nearly becoming enemies. Let alone a cultivation clan like this one.

"Xiao Xue, you're still young, so naturally you lack the power to change all this... But once you become Purple Mansion, Golden Core, and become the Lu Family Patriarch, you can try to change it all." Lu Xuanji consoled her.

"Yes. When I become Patriarch, I will definitely change the Lu Clan's crooked and wicked ways and establish strict family rules."

As Ye Feixue spoke, her eyes brightened.

Keep growing stronger, then change the clan.

Watching the hot-blooded little girl, Lu Xuanji was filled with envy.

Those who slay dragons would eventually become evil dragons.

May you still be a youth when you return.

May you still retain a youth's burning blood a thousand years from now.

As long as the heart did not grow old, a person would not grow old.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The great battle continued. The Blazing Sun Heavenly Fire attacked, flames sweeping over everything and swallowing everything.

After half an hour, beneath the unceasing attacks, even the Gray-robed Daoist had grown somewhat weary. He paused repeatedly to swallow medicinal pills.

"Fellow Daoist, give up."

Patriarch Lu Tianming said, "Ziyang Mountain has a third-grade grand array. Even with your Purple Mansion cultivation, Fellow Daoist, you cannot break it. The Ye Family's reinforcements, the Wu Family's reinforcements, and the Danyang Sect's reinforcements are all on their way. At most, they will arrive in two hours. By then, this place will be where you are buried."

The Danyang Sect valued rules. Not to mention Purple Mansion cultivators—even Golden Core cultivators had to obey them.

The Lu Clan paid tribute to the Danyang Sect every year. Whenever the Lu Clan came under attack, the Danyang Sect would also come to its aid.

The Lu Clan, the Ye Family, and the Wu Family all had marriage alliances. On one hand, they competed with one another for Spirit Ore, population, spirit veins, and more, often engaging in Sword Duels and bloody battles. Yet on the other hand, they were allies, joining forces against the Danyang Sect's exploitation and resisting invasions by outside forces.

Reinforcements were on the way. Time stood on the Lu Clan's side.

"Give up? Giving up is impossible... But the Lu Clan is nearly finished as well. This Daoist's probing has ended. Fellow Daoist, have you found the array's flaw?"

The Gray-robed Daoist looked toward a cultivator beside him.

This cultivator was merely at the Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer. His face was covered by a mask, making him utterly ordinary among the many cultivators.

"Ziyang Mountain's array is truly solid. It has no flaws in itself. Even Golden Core cultivators would need to attack it head-on for three hours before they could break the grand array. As for Purple Mansion cultivators, they simply cannot break it." The masked cultivator spoke in a hoarse voice, seemingly concealing his identity. "The array has no flaws. The flaw lies in people."

"If a Purple Mansion cultivator were stationed here, or ten Foundation Establishment Cultivators, or a third-grade Array Master, we could never break through. But the Lu Clan has none of those... Make your move!"

As he spoke, the cultivator took out array flags one after another and distributed them among twenty Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Under this third-grade Array Master's command, the twenty Foundation Establishment Cultivators took up positions in different corners at the foot of Ziyang Mountain. They activated their array flags, using people as the array and drawing upon array power. The flags in different locations resonated with one another, emitting a humming sound.

As the array flags resonated, runes rose one after another, tangling together as they crashed toward Ziyang Mountain's Mountain Protection Array.

"Not good."

A flicker of worry crossed Patriarch Lu Tianming's face.

Array Masters were more terrifying than alchemists, artifact refiners, and Talismans Crafters, and even harder to enter the path of. Once they reached profound levels, every gesture possessed immense might.

At the foot of Ziyang Mountain, that Array Master had made his move, intending to use an array to break an array.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ziyang Mountain's array collided with the array formed by the twenty Foundation Establishment Cultivators. With effortless ease, Ziyang Mountain's array suppressed and shattered the temporary array formed by the twenty Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

One array relied on a spirit vein, while the other relied on Foundation Establishment Cultivators. The gap between them was enormous.

The Array Master's expression did not change as he continued directing the Foundation Establishment Cultivators to assault Ziyang Mountain's grand array.

Failure.

Failure.

Failure.

They failed seven or eight times in a row, yet each attempt lasted longer than the last.

As time passed, the Array Master was also searching for Ziyang Mountain's weakness.

On the twenty-eighth attempt, the array formed by the twenty Foundation Establishment Cultivators moved out and collided with Ziyang Mountain's Mountain Protection Array once more, as though mountains and rivers had trembled.

At that moment, the originally ferocious Mountain Protection Array suddenly stalled. A tiny flaw appeared in the array's operation, a trace of sluggishness.

Without needing any reminder from the Array Master, the Gray-robed Daoist's eyes lit up. He activated the Alchemy Furnace, and the Blazing Sun Heavenly Fire transformed into a flame one Zhang long, sweeping forward and striking the array.

The flame's form had shrunk, from a hundred Zhang to one Zhang, but its power had increased severalfold.

Pfft!

The flames collided with the array, forcibly tearing open a gap in it.

Kill!

With a sharp shout, the Gray-robed Daoist charged through the gap.

At the same time, two Foundation Establishment Cultivators entered as well, charging in to kill.

"Not good."

At that moment, the Patriarch felt unease and terror.

He was the first to move, intercepting the Gray-robed Daoist.

Swish! Swish!

At the same moment, the Patriarch activated his flying sword and thrust it forward.

With a point of the Gray-robed Daoist's finger, the flying sword was sent flying back.

The Patriarch's mouth filled with sweetness as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The gap between the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer and the Purple Mansion Third Layer was far too great. There was simply no way to resist.

Kill!

At that moment, another flying sword came attacking.

Another Foundation Establishment Cultivator of the Lu Clan had made his move.

Swish! Swish!

On Ziyang Mountain, the Lu Clan's eight Foundation Establishment Cultivators attacked, joining forces to besiege the Gray-robed Daoist.

Purple Mansion cultivators were too strong. They were not opponents Foundation Establishment Cultivators could withstand.

To resist a Purple Mansion cultivator required at least eight, perhaps ten, or even more Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

When quality was lacking, only quantity could make up the difference.

As the Lu Clan's eight Foundation Establishment Cultivators joined forces to attack, their coordination was flawless. For a time, even the Gray-robed Daoist could not defeat them.

Meanwhile, the two Foundation Establishment Cultivators who had entered Ziyang Mountain also began attacking different parts of the Lu Clan.