The Lu Family's Background, Old Stubborn Lu Changkong

Under Lu Yuan's immense force, the black stone crumbled into powder. He slightly spread his fingers, and the stone dust returned to heaven and earth.

All around, there was nothing unusual.

No sound suddenly rang out either.

But Lu Yuan's heart was settled, feeling a dense sense of security enveloping him.

Even if a hundred Emperor Venerables charged at him right now, Lu Yuan's expression would not change in the slightest.

He took a step and left the Divine Martial Heavenly Ruins.

Everything that needed to be done was done. Staying here any longer was meaningless.

In the dark depths of space.

Voices rose and fell as all the prodigies complained to their elders about Lu Yuan.

Because all their gains had been robbed by Lu Yuan alone.

At this moment.

Qing Wuji appeared, standing alone in the air, coldly watching everyone before him.

Seeming to notice Qing Wuji's unfriendly gaze, a powerful figure sneered, "This kid has deep feelings for Lu Yuan, even declaring that when he becomes an Emperor Venerable in the future, he'll kill us all."

"Kid, aren't you afraid of death?"

Another strong figure openly threatened.

Qing Wuji coldly looked at that person, killing intent flashing in his eyes, and said in a frigid tone, "Threatening me? How bold. Why don't you try? If I lose a single hair, your entire clan will be wiped out tomorrow!"

"Presumptuous!"

"Arrogant brat!"

Hearing Qing Wuji's arrogant words, the threatening figure flew into a rage, wanting to crush Qing Wuji to death.

But just then, the Sky-Pacifying Master, who had been silent, spoke calmly, "Chi Ji, if you don't want to see your Chi Clan's corpses tomorrow, I advise you to calm down. Even if you are a Master, there are some people you cannot afford to offend."

"Hehe, Sky-Pacifying is right. This little one is named Qing Wuji. His talent is average, but in terms of status, he is the most honored among all the little ones here, because he comes from the Qing Clan, one of the Primordial Ten Clans," said a female Master.

"The Qing Clan?!"

Everyone was shocked. The Qing Clan was a formidable force, ranked among the ten strongest races in the Primordial Great Realm.

However, since Qing Wuji appeared here, it proved his status within the Qing Clan was not particularly high. But no matter how low, he was not someone a Master had the right to insult.

Just as Qing Wuji said, if he lost a single hair, the Master who threatened him would definitely see his entire clan annihilated.

Some races, the stronger they were, the less they could tolerate insults from those weaker than them.

The Qing Clan was exactly that kind of race.

"Hmph! A spineless waste!"

Qing Wuji snorted coldly and returned to the Qingling Star Travel camp.

No one responded to Qing Wuji, because they all knew it was pointless. They dared not kill him, and arguing would only demean their status.

Qing Wuji sat cross-legged on a cushion, recalling the fear these strong figures had shown toward him, and a plan emerged in his mind.

Though dangerous, there was a chance of survival.

He truly did not want to see Lu Yuan die here. Lu Yuan's talent made him envious, and he very much wanted to befriend a prodigy like Lu Yuan. If they could become sworn brothers, even better.

This would help him compete for status within his clan.

At this moment, no one spoke anymore. They were all waiting for Lu Yuan to appear.

No one noticed that in a place extremely far from the Five Directions Dojo, two figures were silently watching them.

Both figures appeared middle-aged, wearing White-Gold Robes, with no aura leaking out. But the mere fact that two people dared to secretly observe dozens of Masters and three hundred Immortals was enough to judge that these two were also terrifyingly powerful.

"Should we make a move?"

One asked.

"Of course. Lu Yuan's talent is so stunning that even I am amazed. Bringing him back to the clan will surely yield remarkable achievements," the other replied.

"I'm afraid Lu Yuan doesn't know that his current predicament is all because of that stubborn old fool Lu Changkong. We could have helped, but he refused, saying 'sooner or later it had to come, better to change places early, maybe he'll find a chance to survive.'"

"When it comes down to it, he's still holding a grudge against the Family Head. He was supposed to return to the clan thousands of years ago, but he refused. The Family Head was kind-hearted and sent us to secretly protect the Lu family, but that old fool didn't appreciate it and wouldn't let us intervene."

"If Lu Yuan falls because of him, I wonder how he'll have the face to keep living."

The first speaker's words were full of indignation.

But the information revealed in his words was extremely shocking.

The mighty Immortal Lu Family was merely a branch of another Lu family.

"Enough, say less. It's good that old fool is gone. Now we can bring Lu Yuan back to the clan. To be honest, I've had my eye on this kid for a long time. Compared to Lu Yuan, all the prodigies in the clan fall short."

"Don't act too quickly. Wait until Lu Yuan is on the verge of life and death, then make our move."

"Of course, no need for you to say it."

Just as the two were conversing.

The entrance to the Divine Martial Heavenly Ruins began to flicker.

All the experts narrowed their eyes simultaneously.

"Is he about to come out?"

The next moment, Lu Yuan slowly walked out from the entrance, still clad in white robes as pure as snow, untouched by dust. His handsome, spirited face bore no trace of fear or tension—only calm composure.

"Tsk, I almost admire this kid. Knowing he's walking to his death, he still dares to come out."

A Dominator expert clicked his tongue in admiration.

The Dark Immortal Hall's Dominator watched Lu Yuan emerge, said nothing, and rose to his full height, his eyes filled with nothing but boundless killing intent.

The old crone from the Bright Continent glared with utter hatred, making no effort to hide her murderous intent either.

Gazing at the dense crowd of experts before him, feeling the overwhelming pressure crashing down on him, Lu Yuan took a deep breath and sighed:

"A perfectly good set of rules—why must you break them? Small against small, old against old—wasn't that fine? You force me to go back on the promise I made to myself. Sometimes I really wonder if you're all actors my Master hired, just to force me to return."

Hearing Lu Yuan's incomprehensible words, everyone looked puzzled.

But they could all sense the unhurried composure on him—not a shred of the tension that should come with death looming overhead.

"Playing tricks—die!"

"Wretch, I'll make you pay for my Yue'er's life!"

The Mad Sun Master of the Dark Immortal Hall and the old crone of the Bright Continent struck simultaneously, intent on crushing Lu Yuan in an instant.

Boundless, terrifying power surged like towering tidal waves.

Lu Yuan didn't move, nor did he intend to. He only watched the two with a mocking smirk.

The next moment.

A clear, refined voice rang out from beside Lu Yuan.

"Heh, you dare lay a hand on my junior disciple? I think the Primordial Great Realm has no reason to exist anymore."