Chapter 15: Lu Yuan Is a Monster

“Master.”

“Well…”

The elderly woman from Mount Hua hesitated, looking at her disciple’s innocent expression, unsure of how to explain.

A righteous expert joining forces to eliminate Lu Yuan?

Is that for real?

How could they possibly eliminate Lu Yuan?

By sheer numbers?

Even numbers wouldn’t wear him down.

With three thousand disciples from Qingcheng Mountain, they failed to exhaust him and lost two thousand of their own. According to the survivors, despite their combined efforts, they didn’t even manage to scratch him.

Lu Yuan was simply a monster.

Thick-skinned and terrifyingly strong.

According to the survivors, Lu Yuan’s charged punch shattered more than half of Qingcheng Mountain’s main peak.

Is such a creature something you can wear down by numbers?

Sending elite forces to encircle and suppress him is even more unrealistic.

On one hand, Lu Yuan is powerful; Qingchengzi, a third-rank warrior, was torn apart within a few moves.

On the other hand, they dare not act.

If they kill Lu Yuan, they would definitely provoke the government. He is an official’s man, and killing him would only invite a crackdown by the Six Doors.

Moreover, they wouldn’t dare take that risk.

They don’t truly know his background.

If they fail to kill him, Qingcheng Mountain will become their future doom.

The most terrifying thing about Lu Yuan is not just his combat power, but also his identity and connections.

His great-uncle is the county magistrate, a member of the Chen family in the capital.

They can neither beat nor afford to offend him.

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“Master.”

“Sigh, my child, the martial world is not just about fighting and killing, but about social etiquette and relations.”

“This Demon Lord Lu is ultimately a government man. Our martial sects dare not lightly provoke him.”

“We simply can’t afford to offend the government.”

The elderly woman from Mount Hua found another way to put it.

Anyway, she would never admit that Mount Hua was no match for Lu Yuan.

“I understand.”

Qianqian Xiyu feigned innocence, sensing some underlying issues in her master’s words but choosing not to press further.

Since her master was unwilling to speak, it meant some matters were off-limits.

Digging too deep only breeds resentment.

There was no need to offend her own master just to gather information.

Not worth it.

“Good, you’re obedient. Matters of the martial world are not our concern. Your primary task is to train diligently. When the day comes that your skills are honed, you’ll descend the mountain and make a name for yourself, bringing honor to Mount Hua.”

“Yes, Master. I will train hard and bring glory to our sect in the future.”

“Good, such spirit.”

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Wangyou County.

“Chief Constable, have you noticed the number of extraordinary individuals in our county has been increasing lately?”

A patrolling constable suddenly remarked.

“Oh? I hadn’t noticed, but indeed, the number of extraordinary people has increased considerably recently.”

Another constable nodded in agreement.

At first glance, these extraordinary people looked no different from ordinary folks.

Especially after they donned the local attire—it was even harder to tell them apart.

In reality, the difference between the extraordinary and the natives was stark.

These constables could easily distinguish extraordinary people from the crowd.

Most of these extraordinary individuals, regardless of age or gender, were fair-skinned, well-dressed, and had excellent spirits.

Unlike the locals, who were all gaunt, tanned from the sun, and meekly bowed their heads before government officials. The extraordinary showed no such reverence and dared to point fingers even at officials and constables.

They were truly unique.

“I know the reason,” Constable Sun smiled mysteriously and then looked ahead at Lu Yuan.

“Hey, Old Sun, does this have anything to do with our Chief Constable?”

“Of course it does.”

“Haven’t any extraordinary people approached you recently?”

“Indeed, many have come asking about the Chief Constable. I thought it was about the Liu family’s affairs.”

“Haha, it’s somewhat related to the Lius, but mainly it concerns our Chief Constable.”

Sun smiled knowingly.

“Hm? Related to me?”

Lu Yuan turned, his eyes filled with puzzlement.

“Yes, related to you, Chief Constable.”

“These extraordinary people are drawn here by you.”

“A while ago, your battle with the Liu family caused quite a stir in the extraordinary circles. They’re very curious about you.”

“Over twenty extraordinary individuals have asked me for information about you in recent times.”

Sun grinned. It was obvious these folks had invested considerable effort bribing Constable Sun to glean information about Lu Yuan.

“Oh.”

“Why would they want to know about me?”

“They must be bored.”

Lu Yuan didn’t pay much attention to matters like these.

“They want to learn about your martial arts heritage.”

“Martial arts heritage? I don’t practice martial arts.”

“I know, that’s what I told them.”

“But whether they believe it, I can’t say.”

“Has the Chief Constable encountered any apprentices recently?”

“No.”

Though many sought information about Lu Yuan, so far he had not taken on any disciples.

“By the way, Chief Constable, do you really not know martial arts?”

Sun asked casually, his gaze fixed on Lu Yuan.

“Isn’t that martial arts manual Yiyi holds one you gave her?”

“How do you know about that?”

Lu Yuan was puzzled; he hadn’t mentioned it.

“We all know.”

“Hahaha.”

Sun remained silent, but someone else nearby replied.

“Chen Yiyi told us herself.”

“She even asked us how to practice.”

“Haha, Chief Constable, you’re a little harsh, deceiving a child.”

“The ‘Heaven-Shaking Divine Palm’ sounds impressive, but frankly, your painting skills have plenty of room for improvement.”

Everyone burst into laughter.

The martial arts manual Chen Yiyi held was too fake.

Any martial arts enthusiast could tell it was a counterfeit.

It was impossible to learn true skills from it.

“You didn’t expose her, right?”

Lu Yuan’s gaze turned sharp.

If these guys dared expose her, he’d make them pay.

“We wouldn’t dare. We’re not like that.”

“Good. If I find out you’re talking behind my back, you’re done for.”

“Just kidding, hahaha.”

“By the way, Chief Constable, when will you paint the second move? Need help? My painting skills are quite good.”

“I can help too. I’m quite creative, especially when it comes to inventing martial arts.”

“Get lost.”

“All right.”

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“Ha ha ha, overwhelming force, overwhelming force, overwhelming force…”

In a small courtyard south of the city, Chen Yiyi studied each detail of the moves from the manual, shouting the names of the techniques as she practiced her palm strikes.

Beside her, Wo Ai Yi Gen Chai hammered iron while watching Chen Yiyi practice.

This little one was quite adorable when training, much like his daughter when she was young—simple and clumsy.

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