Wandering Soul King
Lu Yunqi assumed that Lu Yunxiao was being hypocritical.
He leaned back in his chair, tapped his fingers twice on the armrest, and adopted a look that suggested his patience was running out.
"I won't beat around the bush. I've come here in person to tell you that once your daughter Lu Xingshuang and Han'er emerge from the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, I will arrange their marriage!"
Lu Yunxiao listened quietly until the word "marriage" was uttered, at which point he raised his head. His disabled body sank into the chair, but his back remained ramrod straight.
"Shuang'er's affairs are her own decision. If she is willing, I, as her father, will naturally agree; if she is unwilling, or if she is being coerced,"
He paused, his voice low, but leaving no room for negotiation.
"Even if it costs me my broken body, I will stop them to the end."
Lu Yunqi met his gaze, his fingers, which had been resting on the armrest, suddenly stopping. After a long while, he finally looked away.
Lu Yunxiao is no longer the brilliant genius he once was; he's just a useless person now. What is there for me to be afraid of?
He looked at Lu Yunxiao again, a hint of sarcasm in his smile, "Brother Xiao, this is fate. Look, your wife is now my wife, and your daughter is about to marry Han'er. After all this time, we've become family."
Lu Yunxiao let him finish speaking without even pausing for breath.
"Yue'er has already agreed to this, so your objection is useless." Seeing that he didn't respond, Lu Yunqi leaned forward again. "However, if you're willing to ask me, I might consider canceling this marriage."
"I'll say it one last time," Lu Yunxiao said, "Shuang'er's marriage is her own decision. You don't need to test me with favors, nor do you need to pressure me with imperial power. It doesn't matter who it is."
He stopped looking at Lu Yunqi and called out, "Uncle Fu, see the guest out!"
Uncle Fu immediately came in from outside, stepped aside to make way for him, and gestured, saying, "Your Majesty, please."
His manners were impeccable, yet his back remained perfectly straight.
"Good, good, good!" Lu Yunqi said "good" three times in a row, then suddenly stood up. "Lu Yunxiao, I'll make you regret this someday!"
He turned and left. Uncle Fu followed him a few steps. When he returned, Lu Yunxiao was still in the same posture, only his hand, which had been resting on the armrest, had fallen limply to his side.
"Master, do you need me to go to the Sacred Hall..." Uncle Fu lowered his voice.
"No need," Lu Yunxiao interrupted him. "We'll discuss this when Shuang'er returns. No one can agree on her behalf until she gives her consent."
"But..."
Lu Yunxiao glanced at him. "What, even you think I'm a good-for-nothing?"
"No, I absolutely didn't mean that!" Uncle Fu answered quickly, but inwardly he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "In the entire capital, who doesn't know that Master is a cripple?"
He looked up and saw Lu Yunxiao's tired face, then swallowed his muttered words, assuming that the master had not yet emerged from the shadow of that year.
Within the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb Secret Realm.
A Great Grandmaster Perfection guard returned from the front ranks and reported to Lu Xinghan, "Your Highness, the number of wandering spirits ahead has decreased significantly. At this rate, we should be able to enter the core of the Sword Tomb in two days at most!"
At this time, the team still had more than 300 people left, and more than 100 Great Grandmaster were still there. Most of those who were lost along the way were Grandmaster.
Lu Xinghan only inquired about the path ahead, not the wounded. Looking in the direction of the core, he immediately ordered, "Speed up! We can find the inheritance slowly, but we can't let others get there first."
"Yes!" The guard accepted the order and quickly rushed to the front.
Not long ago, Lu Xinghan obtained another Great Grandmaster's inheritance, and the smile on his face has not completely faded yet. He felt that even the heavens were looking out for him, but he did not know that the number of wandering souls on the road ahead had decreased entirely because Lu Feng was absorbing a large amount of them.
At this moment, Lu Feng and Lu Shuang had arrived at the outer perimeter of the Sword Tomb's core, and the wandering souls within a hundred feet around them were once again cleared out.
Lu Feng glanced at the panel.
[Demon Points: 3.25 billion]
Since entering the inner circle, his gains have exceeded one billion, yet there are still many wandering souls in the inner circle that he hasn't absorbed. Lu Feng felt a slight pang of regret, but only for a moment. No matter how many good things there are, you have to be alive to take them. Right now, he should first find the Sword Heart Grass for Lu Shuang.
In addition, he also obtained seven or eight Great Grandmaster swordsmanship inheritances, but unfortunately he never encountered Celestial Person Realm inheritance.
"The core of the Sword Tomb is just ahead. The wandering spirits here are stronger, and the Sword Heart Grass only has a chance to drop after defeating the Wandering Soul King," Lu Shuang said, looking ahead.
Her steps were still a little unsteady, but her voice was very steady. When she mentioned the Wandering Soul King, she gave Lu Feng a special look.
The wandering spirits in the core area were a size larger than those in the second-tier area, but far fewer in number, often appearing only once every few dozen feet. The deeper one went, the stronger the Sword Intent in the mist became, and when it swept past the broken sword, it would bring with it a faint clanging sound.
"Don't worry, leave it to me." Lu Feng walked in front of her. "Stay close, and don't force yourself to do anything."
He continued forward. As soon as he stepped into the ten-zhang range, the wandering spirits nearby surged into his mind.
[Successfully slayed Tier Three Sword Soul, gaining 10 million Demon Points;]
[Successfully slayed Tier Three Sword Shadow, gaining 1 million Demon Points;]
[Successfully slayed Tier Three Sword Shadow, gaining 1 million Demon Points;]
The power of Tier Three Sword Soul is several times stronger than that of a second-tier one. When it rushed into his sea of consciousness, Lu Feng only felt a jolt in his soul before returning to normal. With his sea of consciousness as his support, these wandering spirits still could not harm him.
Not long after he started walking, he spotted a Sword Spirit with golden light hidden inside its body in Clear and Pure Spirit Eyes, and immediately went over to it.
[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the Celestial Person Realm cultivation technique: Essence-Returning Sword Art;]
Lu Feng stopped in his tracks and finally smiled, "The Essence-Returning Sword Art is the same as the inheritance you received."
Lu Shuang was also taken aback. "It seems we have quite a connection with this sword technique."
"It's a good opportunity." Lu Feng nodded, his smile quickly fading. "But don't get distracted yet, let's keep going."
An hour later, Lu Shuang suddenly lowered her voice. "Lu Feng, there's a Wandering Soul King ahead!"
In fact, Lu Feng had already seen it without her reminding him.
The wandering spirit had solidified into human form, appearing from afar as if True Person stood in the mist. Under the Clear and Pure Spirit Eyes, golden, black, and gray light intertwined within its body, simultaneously possessing the characteristics of Sword Spirit, Sword Soul, and Sword Shadow.
"You stay here." Lu Feng didn't turn around, but simply raised his hand and pressed it down behind him. "Don't be reckless this time. I'll call you if I need you."
Lu Shuang looked at her hands and obediently stopped. "Okay, I won't do anything reckless."
Lu Feng then continued to approach. He didn't rush to draw his sword, but only stared at the movements of the Wandering Soul King, stepping closer and closer to within a hundred feet.
The Wandering Soul King suddenly turned his head, raised his head, and let out a long howl. The third-tier wandering souls within a hundred feet radius moved at the sound, rushing out from between the broken sword and the thick fog, all rushing towards Lu Feng.
Lu Feng's eyes lit up, and he stopped in his tracks.
That long howl attracted at least dozens of third-tier wandering souls, which was much easier than searching for them one by one.
The first Sword Soul struck his brow, followed closely by the second. The wandering spirits entered his sea of consciousness one after another, while Lu Feng stood still, without even moving a step.
[Successfully slayed Tier Three Sword Soul, gaining 10 million Demon Points;]
[Successfully slayed Tier Three Sword Shadow, gaining 1 million Demon Points;]
System notifications kept ringing, and the Demon Points on the panel were jumping rapidly.