owlsbooks Chapter 27 There is an Assassin
Chapter 27 There is an Assassin
In the original owner's memory, her mother was a taciturn woman.
With no distinguished background, he took the young original owner to several places before finally settling down in the Lu family.
Lu Yuan knew nothing about the original owner's mother's past...
The original owner was too young at that time, and her mother never mentioned her origins.
No one in the Lu family brought up his mother's matter, and he was worried that asking too many questions would reveal something, so he pretended not to care.
But now, Lao Huang's words sound like he knows something.
Old Huang did not answer.
He still squinted as he controlled the fishing rod, but a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Lu Yuan wanted to ask more questions, but before he could speak, the fishing rod in Old Huang's hand suddenly moved.
"Hehe, they've taken the bait! Young Master Yuan, we've finally got one!"
Fish were visibly biting the hook in the stream.
Old Huang was just about to reel in his fishing rod.
Suddenly, his hand holding the pole paused for a moment.
His eyes instantly sharpened.
He turned his head and looked in a certain direction deep in the dense forest, his ears twitching slightly.
"Young Master Yuan."
Old Huang stood up and placed his fishing rod on a rock.
"This old servant is going to take care of a small matter and will be right back."
Before the words were finished, the person had already disappeared into the depths of the tree shadows.
Lu Yuan stared in the direction where Lao Huang had disappeared and remained silent for a moment.
The old man's "small matters" are mostly not small matters at all.
He didn't follow... If even Lao Huang couldn't handle it, his going would only cause more trouble.
Lu Yuan closed his eyes again, deciding to take advantage of this break to try out another idea he had been developing over the past few days.
He slowly circulated the Qi and blood in his dantian, then drew out a wisp of Qi and blood and pushed it along the meridian to the fingertips of his right hand.
Qi and blood condense at the fingertips, transforming into a faint, almost imperceptible energy.
The effect of transforming internal energy into qi (internal energy) from the Qilin bloodline.
The Body Tempering Realm does not cultivate so-called internal energy.
Only after reaching the Blood Coagulation Realm can one condense their own blood and qi into internal energy.
However, Qi and blood are the embryonic form of internal strength.
Qi and blood can also be used, but the conversion rate is extremely low and the losses are enormous.
Drawing out ten percent of one's vital energy and pushing it out would feel like being flicked on the head...
It might bluff people, but it's unlikely to seriously injure the enemy.
Lu Yuan had a bold idea.
If you can compress the released energy to its maximum before releasing it, will the power be different?
He regained a wisp of vital energy.
This time, he controlled it to compress at his fingertips...
From the size of a fingernail to the size of a grain of rice, and then from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a needle tip.
A tiny burst of energy, no bigger than a pinhead, trembled slightly at my fingertips.
He could clearly feel that the force contained within was much greater than before.
Lu Yuan raised his hand and pointed to a rock three zhang away.
The stone was about the size of a millstone, half-buried in fallen leaves, and covered with moss.
He flicked his finger, and a tiny burst of energy shot out.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
The millstone-sized stone shattered instantly, sending fragments flying everywhere.
At the center, a hole runs through the entire stone.
Lu Yuan looked down at his fingers, then at the stone that had been broken into several pieces.
Like a pistol.
No...it's even more powerful than a pistol.
If this blow lands on a person's vital organs, it will either penetrate them completely or kill them instantly.
The key is to catch people off guard.
No one would be prepared for a Body Tempering Realm martial artist to suddenly unleash such a long-range attack.
Another trump card has been added.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from behind.
Lu Yuan turned around and saw Qin Zhao stumbling and running towards him from the forest path.
When she ran up to Lu Yuan, she was still out of breath, bending over and panting heavily.
"Miss Qin?"
"Someone...someone wants to kill you!"
Qin Zhao grabbed his sleeve, his voice trembling.
"They've sent assassins at the Meridian Opening Realm! They're looking for you! You'd better hurry..."
Lu Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.
The Realm of Unblocking Meridians.
Neither the Zhao family nor the Blood Wolf Gang could possibly send out assassins of that caliber.
He was about to ask her how she knew, but before he could even speak, Qin Zhao's expression suddenly changed.
"Be careful!"
She suddenly pulled Lu Yuan to the side.
This action is almost instinctive...
Before her mind could process it, her body had already made the decision for him.
A powerful palm strike swept past the spot where Lu Yuan had just stood.
It grazed the hem of his clothes and slammed into the tree trunk behind him.
The tree trunk, as thick as a bowl, was cleaved in two by the force of the palm strike, sending wood chips flying everywhere.
Qin Zhao's pull allowed Lu Yuan to dodge the palm strike.
But she herself...
The assassin couldn't stop his palm strike and it landed squarely on Qin Zhao.
Qin Zhao grunted and flew to the side like a kite with a broken string.
A mouthful of blood burst open in the air, splattering onto Lu Yuan's clothes.
She fell into a pile of fallen leaves and lay motionless.
Lu Yuan didn't have time to look at her.
The second palm strike followed immediately.
The force of the palm strike caused the air to explode with a sharp crack.
He didn't have time to dodge, nor did he want to.
He placed his right palm across his chest.
Rock-Smashing Palm!
In the later stages of body tempering, all the Qi and blood are poured into the palms.
He collided head-on with the palm strike.
"Bang!"
He was jolted back several steps, his back slamming into an old tree. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"interesting."
His voice carried an undisguised admiration.
A figure slowly emerged from the depths of the tree shadows.
He was in his forties, thin, and his eyes were as cold as if they were filled with ice water.
The aura of the Meridian Opening Realm spread out without any concealment.
"I only used 30% of my strength in that palm strike just now."
The man stopped and looked Lu Yuan up and down.
"You, a mere Body Tempering Realm cultivator, actually managed to withstand that head-on..."
Your actual strength, kid, has probably already reached the threshold of the early stage of blood clotting.
Interesting...it really is interesting.
Lu Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and straightened up.
He's quick-witted... This person isn't using their full strength; it's not arrogance, it's a test.
The fact that the Meridian Opening Realm doesn't need to exert full strength against the Body Tempering Realm indicates that they need to confirm something.
He suppressed the pain radiating from his body, his tone still arrogant.
"You think you can kill me today? But I'm curious... who sent you?"
"The dead don't need to know that much."
The man spoke calmly, as if stating a fact.
"All you need to know is that you messed with the wrong person."
Lu Yuan smiled slightly and leaned his back against the tree trunk.
He focused most of his attention on quickly scanning the panel.
[A Fierce Strike]: The current effect is that it can briefly unleash the power of the mid-stage of Blood Clotting.
But the opponent is a genuine cultivator at the Meridian Opening Realm.
Lu Yuan was not confident.
This term cannot be used.
He desperately needs another trump card to turn the tide.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the stone that had just been shattered.
"Oh right, if all else fails, try this."
He slowly raised his hand and made a strange gesture towards the assassin...
Bring your index and middle fingers together, and curl the rest of your fingers up, like an invisible gun barrel.
The man frowned: "What does that gesture mean?"
Lu Yuan didn't reply, but just smiled slightly.
"Hehe, guess if my gun has any bullets in it?"
He flicked his finger.
The compressed energy, reduced to the size of a needle tip, exploded at his fingertips, heading straight for the assassin.