Chapter 252

Chapter 252: The Lu Family’s Assassination

The Wei Family matter was just a minor incident. Zhou Luo’s return was mainly to take away Lin Xi and Li Ying, and secondly to submit the monthly quota of potions.

After all, he was a Pill Master of the family. Although he had reasons not to participate in the war, the monthly potion quota still couldn’t be missing, especially since this was wartime.

Otherwise, it would invite criticism from the family. When that happened, people would have grounds to target him.

However, he hadn’t yet revealed his strength as a top-level first-level Pill Master, so the family only had him refine upper-level pills.

He could easily refine these pills by just sparing a little time each day in the Immortal City, which was far simpler than refining second-level potions.

Speaking of it, after over three months of learning, he still hadn’t grasped the tricks of the Second Level alchemy skill, feeling somewhat frustrated.

After submitting the potion quota for the previous three months, Zhou Luo planned to stay temporarily.

On one hand, it was to refine pills and prepare the later quotas.

After all, after going to the Immortal City, he would be staying there for a long time.

Apart from that, on the other hand, it was to help Lin Qing Han properly get familiar with the arrangements he had made in the Zhou Garden.

This way, even if the Lin Family suffered an attack, Lin Qing Han could rely on these setups to resist the invasion of enemies.

During this time, Lin Tian Xiong summoned Zhou Luo again.

His intention was very clear: he hoped Zhou Luo could go to the front lines to refine pills and help the family defend against enemies.

Zhou Luo refused without a second thought.

He stated that he was just an ordinary Pill Master, and because of his Ninth Grade spiritual root, his cultivation level had barely broken through to the sixth layer of Qi Refinement. Going to the front lines would be completely useless.

Lin Tian Xiong felt quite helpless, but he couldn’t force him to go to the front.

After all, the other party held an elder status. If he became displeased and directly cut off the potion supply to the front lines, that would be troublesome.

A month later, Zhou Luo left the Lin Family with Lin Xi and Li Ying and hurried towards the Immortal City.

Shortly after leaving Maple Leaf City, while passing through a mountain forest, the three were attacked.

Suddenly, a group of cultivators with extraordinary auras emerged all around. They stared intently at Zhou Luo, radiating fierce momentum.

"The Lu Family sure made a big move," Zhou Luo observed, his expression calm.

"The Lu Family sure made a big move," Zhou Luo observed, his expression calm.

"Zhou Luo, today you will definitely die."

From the crowd, someone shouted loudly — it was Lu An.

This guy was an alchemy genius of the Lu Family, but he had suffered multiple setbacks from Zhou Luo in the Immortal Sect before, even losing an upper-level magical artifact.

Now, over twenty years later, he had practiced to the Qi Refinement seventh level.

When he learned that the family planned to take action against Zhou Luo, even though he was a Pill Master, he declared he would join the battle to avenge his shame.

Because to his knowledge, with a Ninth Grade spiritual root, after so many years of cultivation, it seemed Zhou Luo’s strength hadn’t even reached the Qi Refinement seventh level.

"Zhou Luo, over these years you’ve lived quietly and kept to yourself. I thought you were prudent enough, but I didn’t expect you to be so reckless as to dare travel to the Immortal City with two burdens. It’s practically seeking death."

The leader of this assassination, Lu Chen, also stepped out from the crowd.

He gripped a precious sword, full of confidence about this attack.

This time, to kill Zhou Luo, they spared no effort in mobilizing a full nine people, with Elder Lu Chen personally overseeing it.

Zhou Luo rode atop his spiritual steed, calm and composed.

Beside him, Li Ying displayed tension, a wave of panic washing over her.

Her foundation had been damaged, hindering her cultivation. Over so many years, she had only reached the fourth layer of Qi Refinement.

Lin Xi, in contrast, appeared utterly tranquil, not even summoning her magical artifact.

Twenty years of dual cultivation had made her intimately aware of her husband’s strength. She felt it wholly unnecessary for her to intervene.

"You truly believe I’m so easy to suppress?" Zhou Luo arched an eyebrow, his voice laced with frost.

"Hmph, you’ll find out immediately."

Lu Chen’s words hadn’t fully faded before he surged forward.

Clang—

The next instant, his sword left its scabbard. Radiant golden spiritual energy surged forth, wreathed in powerful sword aura, driving straight toward Zhou Luo’s face.

Simultaneously, the others joined the assault.

Lu An spurred himself above all, glaring at Zhou Luo with fury. He ignited all the spiritual energy within his body, determined to cut him down from his mount.

Facing this coordinated attack from over a dozen foes, Zhou Luo’s expression remained unchanged. His right hand flipped gracefully, and the Shuo Feng magic sword materialized in his palm.

Spiritual energy churned within him. Along the sword’s golden blade, faint blue spiritual energy shimmered into view.

Water Curtain Sky Blossom!

He swung the blade with chilling detachment. That vast spiritual energy roared outwards, like a raging river, carrying terrifying destructive force.

In an instant, boundless spiritual energy cascaded around the three, coalescing into shimmering walls of water that enveloped them, blocking the charging attackers’ paths.

Unaware of the impending peril, Lu Chen pressed ahead fearlessly. His own magic sword swung, releasing a fierce streak of cutting energy.

The strike crashed against the watery curtain, kicking up violent waves, yet utterly failed to breach its defense.

His companions fared no better; their attacks proved equally ineffective.

Only then did the group realize the sheer, horrifying density of spiritual energy infusing this water barrier.

‘He concealed his true strength?’ The thought instantly flashed through Lu Chen’s mind.

His face darkened, but momentum carried him onward—now deeply committed in mid-lunge.

BOOM—

At that precise moment, Zhou Luo vaulted from his spiritual steed. Radiant light enveloped his entire body as he swept the Shuo Feng out horizontally. A wave of crimson spiritual energy erupted in all directions.

The scarlet energy transformed into an endless deluge of flame.

Scorching heat warped the very air itself.

Terror twisted every face.

Within the roaring inferno bearing down upon them, they sensed an overwhelming, primal power—akin to a colossal cannonball smashing their way, leaving them utterly without any ability to resist.

"Ninth level of Qi Refinement!"

A voice, frantic with fear, screamed the words. In the next heartbeat, panic seized all. They scrambled backwards, desperate to escape the consuming flames.

Zhou Luo had no intention of granting such mercy.

Whoosh—

He unleashed his mental strength. A gale force wind swept forth, carrying a terrifyingly oppressive presence comparable to the Foundation Establishment realm. It descended on the group like mountains collapsing onto their shoulders.

They felt their bodies grow unbearably heavy, their spiritual energy sluggish and futile. The weaker Lu An plummeted straight from the air, face-planting into the dirt with a smack.

Under the suffocating pressure of that dreadful mental strength, all resistance was impossible.

Lu Chen instinctively reached to summon his ultimate technique—but it was too late.

The all-consuming flames surged forward.

Endless fireballs rained down like a torrential rain of pear blossoms.

KABOOOM—

The entire mountainside blistered under fiery bombardment, shaking with deafening roars.

The Lu Family assassins resembled penned goats before the butcher. Beneath the crushing power of the ninth level Qi Refinement master, they possessed no power to resist.

In mere moments, the group of over a dozen was consumed, obliterated within the inferno.

Only anguished cries echoed briefly before vanishing.

Engulfed by flames, Lu Chen’s heart filled with utter despair. His face, scoured by fire, twisted with disbelief.

He could barely fathom it. This insignificant figure he’d dismissed over two decades ago now stood so overwhelmingly above him.

Wasn’t his spirit root Ninth Grade?

How could his cultivation progress this rapidly?

Countless questions flooded his mind, unanswered eternally.

When the flames finally receded, only rows of charred, unrecognizable corpses remained strewn across the scorched earth.

Lin Xia’s small face was pale. Li Ying was utterly shaken, as if struck by lightning, speechless for a long, trembling while.