NIP Chapter 52 The Blood Shadow of Kunlun Arrives, the Immortal Venerable Protects His Sister and Return
Chapter 52 The Blood Shadow of Kunlun Arrives, the Immortal Venerable Protects His Sister and Return
Two full seconds passed before Xue Yi reacted, letting out a bloodcurdling scream, so shrill it echoed throughout the villa. He clutched his bleeding, severed wrist, staggering backward, his face contorted like a pretzel beneath the mask, cold sweat instantly soaking his robes, his eyes filled with unbelievable terror.
"This is impossible! What the hell is this?!" he roared hysterically. "How could a mere mortal girl possess such a terrifying restriction capable of instantly killing a Foundation Establishment cultivator?!"
He could feel that the sword intent carried a sense of oppression that was high above and looked down on all living beings. That kind of aura did not belong to Earth at all. It was ten thousand times more terrifying than the old ancestor who had been in seclusion for a hundred years in the back mountain of Kunlun and whose cultivation was unfathomable!
The other three Blood Shadow Guards trembled with fear, hastily drawing their blood-red longswords from their backs. They stared intently at the girl on the sofa, their eyes filled with apprehension and terror—they were the Kunlun Blood Shadow Guards, the most elite assassins of the Kunlun Sect, and their leader, a peak Foundation Establishment expert, had his hand severed without even touching the girl's clothes!
"Form the formation! Use the Blood Fiend Net!" Xue Yi convulsed in pain, his eyes filled with madness and ruthlessness, roaring hysterically, "Forget everything else! Drag this whole house back to Kunlun! Even if there's something strange about her, we can slowly unravel it back there!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the three Blood Shadow Guards simultaneously bit their tongues, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood essence landed on the blood-red longsword and was instantly absorbed by it. The three longswords intertwined and entwined in mid-air, transforming into a giant dark red net. The net was covered with eerie runes, exuding a strong stench of blood and death, and descended upon Lu Qingxue on the sofa.
The Blood Fiend Net is the ultimate killing formation of the Kunlun Blood Shadow Guards. Once caught in the net, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator will have their life essence drained and turn into withered bones!
Just a second before the Blood Fiend Net was about to fall on Lu Qingxue—
The air in the entire villa—no, the entire Cloud Top Manor—suddenly stopped moving.
Time seemed to have been paused.
The Blood Fiend Net in mid-air froze in place, without even a slight tremor; the flying glass shards hovered in mid-air, frozen in place; Blood One and the three Blood Shadow Guards remained in their original postures, unable to even blink, their madness instantly replaced by extreme fear.
An immense, terrifying pressure, beyond the measure of common sense, plummeted down from the heavens, instantly engulfing the entire Cloud Peak Manor. Trees at the foot of the mountain were bent and broken under the weight; armored vehicles on the winding mountain road creaked and groaned, on the verge of being crushed; corpses and rubble on the ground were all pressed deep into the road surface.
"boom!"
The villa's sturdy reinforced concrete roof was torn apart in an instant, like it was made of paper, sending rubble and debris flying everywhere. A figure, stepping through the falling dust, slowly landed in the center of the living room, the floor beneath his feet instantly cracking with spiderweb-like fissures.
There was no opening, no idle talk, and not even a single superfluous expression.
Lu Yuan stood there, wearing the same casual clothes he'd worn when buying the ribs, and the same faded white sneakers. He was spotless, without a speck of dust, as if he weren't the one who had just traveled hundreds of kilometers to get here. He stared expressionlessly at the four men in red robes before him, his eyes filled with a coldness and ferocity that seemed capable of freezing the entire world.
Ten minutes ago, he had flown 300 kilometers out of Jiangnan City, only a step away from Kunlun Mountain. But at this moment, the natal jade talisman he left for Qingxue was forcibly activated—it was a jade talisman he had refined with Mahayana stage immortal power, which would only be activated when Qingxue was in mortal danger, allowing him to descend instantly even if she was halfway across the Earth.
Xue Yi stared at the suddenly appearing boy, his mind went blank, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze. He wanted to run; every drop of blood, every cell in his body was screaming for him to escape, but he couldn't move, not even a finger. He could only watch helplessly as the boy walked towards him step by step.
Lu Yuan didn't look at him, but slowly turned his head to look at his younger sister who was huddled on the sofa, trembling.
The jade talisman's protective shield still enveloped Lu Qingxue, protecting her well. Not even a speck of dust landed on her. She was just so frightened that she kept her eyes tightly shut, and her body was still trembling slightly.
Seeing his younger sister safe and sound, the ferocity in Lu Yuan's eyes subsided slightly, and his extreme coldness softened for a moment—that was his only weakness, his only tenderness, in his nine thousand years of cultivation.
He turned back to Xue Yi, his tone soft, as if afraid of frightening his younger sister on the sofa, yet carrying a devastating sense of oppression: "People from Kunlun?"
These three seemingly casual words, however lightly, struck Xue Yi like a thunderbolt from a thunderbolt, causing him to spit blood from all seven orifices simultaneously. The bronze mask on his face shattered with a "crack," revealing a twisted, ferocious, and terrified face.
Despair filled Xue Yi's heart. He knew he had encountered a true monster, a monster even Kunlun couldn't contend with. He exerted all his strength, trying to mobilize the true energy in his dantian and unleash his cultivation—even if it meant death, he didn't want to fall into this monster's hands, didn't want to endure endless torment.
"In front of me, you don't even have the right to die." Lu Yuan spoke calmly, his tone completely flat, as if he were talking about something insignificant. He reached out and made a grasping motion towards Xue Yi's head.
Xue Yi's scream was stuck in his throat and could not be uttered. His skull was blown off by an invisible force, and a semi-transparent gray soul was forcibly pulled out of his body by Lu Yuan like a radish. The soul was still connected with strands of blood and emitted a mournful wail.
Soul Extraction and Spirit Refining – a forbidden technique in the cultivation world, used specifically to torment the souls of enemies, preventing them from ever being reborn.
The remaining three Blood Shadow Guards, seeing their commander's soul firmly gripped in Lu Yuan's hand, were so terrified that their crotches instantly became soaked with urine, which flowed down their trouser legs and soaked the shards of glass at their feet. They didn't even have the thought of resisting; only extreme fear remained, and they wished they could faint immediately—this wasn't human, this was a demon god!
Lu Yuan closed his eyes, and his divine sense, like a sharp blade, directly and brutally tore through Xue Yi's memory defenses and surged into his soul.
On the northwestern border, in the snow-covered Kunlun Mountains; a bronze palace hidden in the snow; twelve white marble pillars carved with mythical beasts; the jade pendant of his mother floating on the altar; and the hoarse, cruel voice of the white-haired old man echoing in his mind: "Capture those brother and sister. Drain their blood and pour it on the altar, and this restriction will surely break!"
Lu Yuan slowly opened his eyes. The last trace of tenderness in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by a murderous intent capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.
Drain my sister's blood? Unlock the jade pendant's seal?
He looked down at the headless corpse at his feet and suddenly laughed.
He smiled gently, just like when he was picking out ribs at the market. His eyes were curved, and his tone was flat, but there was no warmth in that smile. There was only indifference and cruelty, as if he regarded all things in the world as dead.
Standing outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Lin Zhen, who had just struggled to his feet, saw that smile and his body went limp. He collapsed onto the broken glass, the shards embedded in his buttocks, yet he felt no pain. He swore he had never seen such a terrifying smile in his life; it was more chilling than the most malevolent curse in the world.
Lu Yuan snapped his fingers.
The three Blood Shadow Guards, frozen in place, didn't even have time to scream before their bodies and souls simultaneously turned into a pool of foul-smelling blood, seeping down into the cracks in the floor without leaving a trace, as if they had never existed.
He walked to the sofa, gently removed Lu Qingxue's hands from her head, his movements incredibly gentle. The coldness in his voice had completely vanished, leaving only an unyielding tenderness: "Qingxue, it's alright, brother's back."
Lu Qingxue slowly opened her eyes and saw Lu Yuan in front of her. She could no longer hold back and threw herself into his arms, clutching his clothes tightly, crying her heart out, her shoulders trembling violently: "Brother...who are they...I'm so scared...I thought I would never see you again..."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," Lu Yuan gently patted her back, a wisp of pure immortal energy overflowing from his fingertips and slowly flowing into her body to calm her mind and spirit. "They were just a few blind rats, and I've already chased them away. From now on, no one will be able to hurt you anymore."
Soothingly under the ethereal aura, Lu Qingxue's sobs gradually subsided, her breathing became even, and a wave of exhaustion washed over her as she drifted into a deep sleep. Her face still bore traces of wet tears, but the fear she had felt earlier was gone.
Lu Yuan carefully picked up his younger sister, carried her up to the bedroom on the second floor, gently placed her on the soft bed, and covered her with a blanket. He then set up a nine-layered defensive array at the Mahayana stage around the room—this array would prevent Qingxue from losing a single hair even if a nuclear bomb exploded in the bedroom, and even if a Celestial Venerable descended, he would not be able to easily step into the room.
After doing all this, Lu Yuan gently closed the door, turned around, and walked out.
Downstairs at the villa, Lin Zhen was directing several detectives who were still relatively unharmed to carefully lift their injured comrade into the car. Each of them wore a mixture of relief at surviving a close call and deep fear. When Lu Yuan emerged, everyone froze, not daring to breathe, heads bowed, trembling uncontrollably.
Lu Yuan walked up to Lin Zhen, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and casually tossed it over, saying in a flat tone, "Dissolve it in water and drink it. Give a sip to everyone outside; it should save their lives."
Lin Zhen hurriedly caught the porcelain bottle, his eyes welling up with tears. He bowed repeatedly and thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Lu! Thank you, Mr. Lu! We, the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals, will never forget your great kindness!" He knew that the contents of the porcelain bottle were definitely celestial treasures that could revive these seriously injured agents and even elevate their cultivation to a higher level.
"Where is Chu Jianguo?" Lu Yuan's tone remained calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.
"Director Chu... Director Chu is at the command center, mobilizing all the city's police forces to rush this way. He has also contacted the headquarters of the Extraordinary Immortal Bureau to request support..." Lin Zhen replied hurriedly, his tone respectful, not daring to conceal anything.
"Tell him to withdraw everyone." Lu Yuan looked up at the night sky in the northwest, the killing intent in his eyes resurfacing. His gaze seemed to pierce through the clouds and reach Kunlun Mountain. "Send a few reliable people to guard the perimeter of the manor. If my sister loses even a single hair, your Jiangnan Bureau of Strange Immortals will cease to exist."
"Yes! Yes! Don't worry, Mr. Lu!" Lin Zhen nodded frantically, pounding his chest loudly, his tone resolute, "As long as I, Lin Zhen, have a breath left, I will never let anyone set foot in Cloud Peak Manor! Even if it means death, I will protect Miss Lu!"
Lu Yuan didn't speak again, nor did he look at him again.
With one step, he transformed into a golden streak of light, soaring straight into the sky at a speed exceeding the speed of light. Not even a sonic boom was left in the air, only a faint golden light that vanished in an instant.
Lin Zhen looked up at the direction where Lu Yuan had disappeared, and let out a long sigh of relief. The back of his clothes was already soaked with cold sweat, enough to wring water out of them.
He knew very well that Lu Yuan's trip was to settle scores with Kunlun Mountain.
Tonight, on Kunlun Mountain, their names will be erased!
Those who dare to touch Lu Qingxue, those who owe the Lu family a blood debt, Lu Yuan will collect it all, bit by bit, with interest!