The cold wind at the exit dispersed the musty smell from the passageway.
As Lu Ping walked out along the corridor, he could sense that the footsteps outside were becoming increasingly chaotic, and a large number of clansmen were rushing towards the main gate of the mansion.
As you approach the exit of the Cursed Tool Vault, the Ogi Zenin still stands like a stone sculpture in front of the bronze gate.
The Grade 1 Sorcerer did not go to the front yard to join the fun.
As the person in charge of guarding this important location, he could not easily escape unless the head of the family was attacked nearby.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Shan slightly turned her head and glanced at the black-haired boy.
It's very chaotic up ahead, don't go near the entrance to join the fun.
The man's voice carried a condescending warning, "Don't think you're something special just because you've exorcised a few Grade 1 Cursed Spirit or taken down a few wild Curse User."
Lu Ping stopped walking and did not refute.
Fan turned around, her face stern, and continued, "The official sorcerers trained by the Three Great Families and the Jujutsu High sorcerer colleges are far stronger than those wild Curse User outside. Those who aren't strong would have died in missions long ago. The sorcerers at the Jujutsu High sorcerer colleges are constantly engaged in high-intensity field missions and have rich practical experience. As for us Three Great Families, in order to maintain our family honor, our mission workload is second only to that of the Jujutsu High."
He paused, his tone softening slightly.
"Official sorcerers of the same level are far more difficult to deal with than Curse User hiding in the shadows. Although the Jujutsu World has granted you the title of Semi-Grade 1, your current foundation is still insufficient against a proper Grade 1 Sorcerer."
Although he was a stubborn, feudal old man, whether he regarded Lu Ping as an inherent asset of the family or out of a sense of responsibility to protect the family, Ogi Zenin gave him some pertinent advice.
The Three Corpses lurking deep within the body rotated once.
Through his keen senses, Lu Ping detected a hint of protective goodwill in the other person's words.
He couldn't help but find it amusing.
Before being thoroughly crushed by overwhelming power, these stubborn old fogies were incredibly stubborn, yet they also possessed the awkward mannerisms typical of large families.
"Thank you for your trouble." Lu Ping said calmly, nodded slightly, and continued walking out.
Just as the two brushed past each other,
Fan's gaze inadvertently fell on the back of the boy's right hand.
There, printed with a black and gold wolf head pattern.
Fan's pupils suddenly contracted.
He had seen related written records in the oldest secret scrolls of his family; it was a high-level technique that only Ten Shadows Sorcerer who had subdued Special Grade Shikigami could master.
--Surface Imprint.
He never expected to see such a thing happen in a junior today.
This kid has indeed inherited his ancestor's legacy, and his strength has probably reached a new level.
Shan had a vague understanding of Lu Ping's strength.
Although he still stubbornly believed that he should be the next head of the family, his opinion of the young man in front of him had changed somewhat.
This is a Limitless young talent, and it's worth taking the opportunity to win him over.
"Go."
Without another word, Shan readily pushed open the heavy bronze door.
Stepping out of the Cursed Tool Vault, the afternoon sun shone into the courtyard.
The sun was already setting in the west. Lu Ping took out his phone and glanced at the time; it was exactly four o'clock in the afternoon.
After passing through several corridors, he arrived at the pond where he had skipped stones last time.
The water surface shimmered.
Two little heads peeked out from behind the small tree by the stone bridge, looking around furtively.
"Stop hiding, I've seen you."
Lu Ping sensed the familiar fluctuations of Cursed Energy, put his phone back in his pocket, and casually called out.
Hearing the familiar voice, the two little girls ran out.
It turns out to be the sisters Maki and Mai.
Fearing their father's Ogi Zenin, they dared not approach the gate of the Cursed Tool Vault, so they hid here waiting for Lu Ping to come out and play together.
"You guys have been playing outside the whole time, did you know what's going on at the door?" Lu Ping asked casually.
The Maki sisters exchanged a glance. Mai hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "It seems like someone from the Meifu Clan came to visit. Only one person came."
The Meifu Clan?
A scene flashed through Lu Ping's mind.
That was the little girl, Kikyō Meifu the Naoya Zenin for trying to help the Maki sisters out of a predicament.
Now the family behind the other party has come knocking, demanding an explanation; it's a classic case of "beating the child and the elders coming."
However, the Zenin Clan, a feudal clan that valued face more than life itself, was destined never to bow down and give in.
The conflict between the two sides is likely to escalate further.
Thinking of this, Lu Ping reached out and ruffled the hair of the two little girls.
"You guys play here for a bit, I'll go outside for a bit and then come back to play with you, okay?" he said gently.
"I'll be staying at the Zenin Clan for dinner tonight, so don't worry about me."
The two nodded obediently.
Maki, being an outgoing person, immediately turned around and ran to the other side of the stone bridge.
Mai, however, stopped hesitantly at the bridgehead, clutching the hem of her clothes with her small hands, not daring to take another step forward.
Lu Ping followed her gaze.
In the center of the stone bridge lay a very weak Grade 4 Cursed Spirit.
It writhed like a lump of mud, emanating a faint negative aura.
Maki has no Cursed Energy and can't see the monster; she has already reached the other side.
Mai, possessing Cursed Energy, could clearly see this disgusting thing, and her inner fear froze her in place.
Maki, who was waiting impatiently on the other side, was about to run back and pull her sister across.
Seeing this, Lu Ping stepped forward.
With a flick of his wrist, the ancient [Piercing Ox Horn Bow] emerged from the shadows and landed in his palm.
No arrow was drawn.
He gripped the empty bowstring with his right hand and pulled it back fully.
The Cursed Energy gathered at his fingertips into a translucent arrow, which he then released by releasing the string.
"Sizzle!"
The air hisses.
The Cursed Energy arrow pierced the head of the Grade 4 Cursed Spirit with pinpoint accuracy, instantly evaporating the muddy mess into ashes.
Exorcising the Cursed Spirit.
Lu Ping put away his longbow and tossed it back into the shadows at his feet.
He walked to Mai's side, half-squatted down, and looked the little girl straight in the eyes.
"If you encounter a problem, learn to seek help from reliable adults. If I'm not around, go to the head of the family."
The boy's voice was calm and resolute.
"Moreover, there will be companions who lend a helping hand. Mutual reliance is a common way of life for humankind."
Upon hearing this, Mai blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Maki, who happened to run back, heard the second half of the sentence.
The stubborn little girl stopped, bowed deeply to Lu Ping, then took her sister's hand and ran across the bridge without looking back.
Watching the two small figures run away, Lu Ping stood up.
Just then, the phone in my pocket suddenly started vibrating at a high frequency.
The interior of the Cursed Tool Vault was covered by a barrier, which kept the signal blocked. Now that they had come out, all the previously accumulated information rushed in at once.
Lu Ping took out his phone, and two text message notifications popped up on the screen.