Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 277 The Old Man's Pure Heart Remains Warm

At this moment, the situation in the courtyard was somewhat chaotic, yet very orderly.

As Lü Qian led his group of younger relatives to leave through the main courtyard, these young people stood under the porch, their eyes fixed intently on the battlefield in the center of the courtyard.

Opposite them, in the main hall, a group of senior figures peeked out, their gray beards and hair filling all the gaps in the doors and windows. Even among the pushing and shoving crowd, one or two seniors could be heard shouting and cursing.

"Damn it, you're bullying this old man because he's short, aren't you? Get out of my way!"

"Old Luo, your spiky hair is blocking my view. Should I use some tricks to burn it off?"

……

At this moment, the two groups of people watching the fight in the courtyard, one in the main hall and the other in the corridor, displayed different atmospheres. Unlike the quiet younger generation, the older generation's noisy chatter even drowned out the sounds of the fight in the arena.

"What's all the noise about? Can't a person watch in peace?"

Amidst the chaotic shouts and curses, Guan Shihua's loud voice stood out, followed by Wang Ai's echo, "That's right, that's right, we're all civilized people, oh dear~"

"Get out of my way!"

……

Looking across the courtyard at the whitewashed doors and windows of the hall, Lü Qian couldn't help but twitch his lips. "Grandpa, you've really made a name for yourself this time."

After silently marveling at the vitality of these veterans, Lü Qian turned his gaze to the battlefield in the courtyard, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Qu Tong, you still dare to reach out?"

"boom!"

Inside the arena, Lü Ci, dressed in a bright red robe, fought against three opponents single-handedly, yet he held his own. His face was cold and stern, and his attacks were ruthless. He wielded his Ruyi Force with unrestrained freedom, his power flowing unpredictably, each move aimed directly at the opponent's vital points, leaving the three of them breathless.

"Ha, it's been years since I've fought in public. Do you think everyone thinks I'm too old to move?"

"Those three brats dare to test my mettle?"

Lu Ci sneered and turned to the side, his crimson robes fluttering with his movements, like a blazing flame burning wildly.

Flames leaped and shifted, each condensed force like a dazzling firework, exploding and shooting in all directions with Lü Ci's graceful movements.

The moment the power erupted, the condensed purple Qi light, along with the force, pressed down on the three of them, making the already somewhat disheveled group even more bewildered.

Amidst the raging torrent of Ruyi Jin, Lü Ci charged forward instead of dodging, arriving in front of a burly old man among the three in just a few steps.

The old man appeared to be over seventy years old, but not quite eighty. His hair and beard were not completely white, and his face was ordinary, without any outstanding features.

A faint aura seemed to circulate around him, and as this aura emanated, the old man's figure became increasingly robust and sturdy, his flesh and blood brimming with vitality, unlike that of an old man.

He dealt somewhat hastily with the serpentine, coiling Ruyi Force, yet his aura remained condensed and powerful, his breath not scattered, demonstrating that his opponent possessed the true spirit of a grandmaster.

With a sinister grin, Lü Ci's moves were bold and sweeping. What was just a young master's robe, which looked like formal attire from a noble family, was now worn with a completely different style by him.

His demeanor, coupled with his mocking and ferocious smile, made him seem like a mad, unruly master.

"Grandmaster-level Chai-style external martial arts, huh? You think I wouldn't recognize you just because you've changed your appearance? Isn't this Chai Yan, who was defeated by his disciple and is now too ashamed to show his face?"

In the blink of an eye, several moves were made. Lü Ci raised an eyebrow and recognized the opponent's family background from their fighting style. A sarcastic remark immediately came out.

"What's wrong? You can't beat your young apprentice, so you come to me, an old man who's older than your father?"

Lu Ci's sarcasm did not provoke the other party in the slightest. Chai Yan, whose identity had been exposed, remained calm and composed as before, with a faint blue light shimmering deep in his pupils.

Even though he was hit by the Ruyi Force several more times, he paid no attention to the pain caused by the Ruyi Force raging in his body, just like a puppet warrior stripped of his emotions and desires.

Chai Yan was once a renowned master in the world of supernatural beings. He created his own style of external martial arts, which was called the Chai Style External Martial Arts.

Now, the founder of the Ancient Absorption Pavilion, known as Na Ruhu, one of the two heroes, was once Chai Yan's disciple. However, this outstanding disciple became the calamity of Chai Yan, a grandmaster.

Back then, Na Ruhu was exceptionally gifted. He further innovated upon Chai Yan's Chai-style external martial arts, and even ultimately defeated his master Chai Yan in a fair and square manner.

It should have been a story of the student surpassing the teacher, but in reality, not many teachers can accept this kind of "student surpassing teacher".

Since then, Chai Yan, the founder of the Chai School of Horizontal Training, has disappeared without a trace, and the Chai School of Horizontal Training he founded has fallen apart.

The elders in the hall frowned when Lü Ci revealed Chai Yan's identity, because the old man who was almost killed by Lü Ci did not look like Chai Yan at all, and they were like two completely different people.

It sounds complicated, but all of this happened in an instant. Lü Ci's hands moved, and the continuous and unpredictable Ruyi Force overwhelmed Chai Yan like a dark cloud.

At the same time, he moved with lightning speed, sending solid energy into the ground to restrain the other two attackers.

The Ruyi Jin, which allows one to do as one pleases, was transformed in Lü Ci's hands into the sharpest killing weapon. Although the external martial arts training could effectively resist external attacks, it could not withstand the Ruyi Jin's effect of striking through mountains and specifically injuring people's lungs.

In an instant, the once composed and robust Chai Yan seemed to have been skinned alive, with dense beads of blood gushing from his skin and blood gushing from his seven orifices.

"Ruhu, do you still acknowledge him as your master?"

"Oh dear, my hand is shaking."

"Bang!"

Lu Ci symbolically called out to Ru Hu in the hall, but before he could finish speaking or Ru Hu could reply, his hands trembled slightly as if he hadn't meant to.

As Lü Ci exclaimed in surprise, a surge of Ruyi energy was thrust into Chai Yan's brow and spiritual altar, and then a spray of blood-red liquid splattered from Chai Yan's shattered skull.

"Perhaps I'm mistaken, after all, they don't look alike."

Lu Ci, without much thought, found a reason for himself and continued to aggressively approach the other two people who had attacked him.

"Hey, you two thieves, where do you think you're going? Let Grandpa Lü give you a good talking to."

……

With Chai Yan's death, the atmosphere on the field was momentarily still, but then the merriment continued as if nothing had happened.

As a disciple, Na Ruhu didn't react much and continued to enjoy the battle with the group of senior disciples.

Whether Chai Yan was real or not, nobody cares. Whether Lü Ci was domineering or not is another matter. After all, the person is dead, so who would bother arguing with a dead person?

Moreover, only the death of "Chai Yan" would best suit the current interests.

Watching Lü Ci's figure sweeping across the battlefield, the younger generation swallowed hard and exclaimed, "Old Master Lü is truly formidable."

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