"Cleansing the clan?"
Lu Qingwu froze in surprise for a moment, then burst out laughing.
Quite apart from the absurdity of a junior countless generations removed cleansing the clan of him, the ancestor of their branch, the idea of Lu Jianqing doing so with his level of cultivation was laughable.
"You alone? I'll give you one final chance. Take this bottle of qi-blood back and report your success. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind refining you into a Human Pill."
The smile on Lu Qingwu's face gradually turned cold.
Putting this together with what Lu Jianqing had said earlier, someone within the Hengyang Lu Clan must have coveted his cultivation and wanted to refine him into a Human Pill.
As for Lu Jianqing, who was only at the celestial mid-stage, Lu Qingwu saw him as nothing more than a mouthpiece. He would spare Lu Jianqing for now and have him relay a message to the person behind this: once he returned to the clan, no matter who that person was or what position they held in today's Hengyang Lu Clan, he would tear out their tendons, flay their skin, and refine them into a mighty pill.
A demonic cultivator at Celestial Person Perfection who had come from the Hengyang Lu Clan a thousand years ago, when its Demonic Dao was at its zenith, Lu Qingwu was no kindly soul. Even when killing his own clansmen, he showed no mercy.
The Hengyang Lu Clan had risen through an endless cycle of you killing me and me killing you.
Lu Jianqing drew a deep breath. Without so much as glancing at the porcelain bottle containing qi-blood, he took several talismans from his sleeve and formed a hand seal, igniting them.
"Teleportation Talismans?" Lu Qingwu recognized them, his brows knitting.
"Precisely," Lu Jianqing replied with