The hairs on Meng Changdong's body stood on end. He stood up with a start and turned around to look.
The white-haired old man stroked his beard with one hand and examined himself with the other.
Meng Changdong was not an ordinary fool. The fact that he was able to secure his position as an elder under Ye Zhen was proof of his talent. Therefore, he would not make the foolish mistake of looking down on others.
He could sense that the old man in front of him was unfathomable.
Even if he didn't use his Yuan Qi or speak.
Just from his posture, aura, and gaze, one could see that this wasn't something that could be achieved overnight.
Meng Changdong suppressed his astonishment and asked, "Who are you?"
Lu Zhou shook his head lightly. His tone was indifferent as he said, "I'm the one asking you questions now."
Everyone asks for my name. Do you really think that I don't have a temper?
"You're asking me?" Meng Changdong was puzzled.
"Who are you?" Lu Zhou asked.
"I'm just a woodcutter who happened to pass by to rest. I'll leave after resting for a while," Meng Changdong said.
"Woodcutter?"
The eyes are the windows to the soul.
When Lu Zhou's deep gaze fell on Meng Changdong, it seemed as though it could see through one's heart.
Would a woodcutter wear a Confucian robe and have no dirt on his feet? Would he suddenly enter the back mountain of the Thousand Willow Monastery? The back mountain is steep, and the cliff is on the side. Do you think this old man is retarded?
He looked at Meng Changdong.
Meng Changdong also knew that his excuse was a little clumsy and instinctively took a step back.
"Old Sir, I'll leave now." Meng Changdong turned and left.
"You think you can leave?"
Lu Zhou struck with his palm.
The glittering palm print flew straight at Meng Changdong. Meng Changdong's figure flickered.
Bang, bang, bang! The palm print pierced through three or four trees and struck Meng Changdong in the chest.
Meng Changdong looked at Lu Zhou in shock. "A foreign tribesman from the golden lotus domain?"
To be able to withstand the palm seal of a Nine-leaf cultivator, there was no doubt he was a grand cultivator.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard as he strode forward. "Perhaps, you don't know what you're facing … However, I suggest you surrender and spare yourself some physical pain."
Meng Changdong did not expect there to be a cultivator on par with him in the Thousand Willow Mountain.
The two young Nine-leaf cultivators were enough to keep him on the run.
The most dangerous place is the safest?
Now, it had delivered itself to his doorstep.
Meng Changdong put his palms together and muttered some incantation under his breath. Then, with a flash of his body, the smoke dispersed, and he disappeared.
Lu Zhou walked with his hands on his back as he swept his gaze across the area.
Even if it was a Great Divine Art, it could not make one disappear into thin air.
"Escape technique?"
Lu Zhou scanned the towering trees around him.
He raised his hand and stroked his beard, his ears glowing with blue light.
The thumping heartbeats reached his ears again. Lu Zhou calmly pushed his palm forward.
The palm print hit the giant tree fifty meters to the left.
Bang!
Meng Changdong was sent flying from the tree trunk, spitting out a mouthful of blood as the palm print tore the tree apart.
"How is this possible?" Meng Changdong frowned. Enduring the excruciating pain, he made another hand seal. Buzz!
A red light flashed.
It disappeared again.
Lu Zhou continued walking.
The sound of his heartbeat could be heard clearly.
He opened his palm and pressed his fingers down.
The palm print blasted toward the ground.
Bang!
A muffled groan came from underground.
He did not know how he would feel after taking this palm strike.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said indifferently, "Nobody under the heavens can escape from me."
Meng Changdong was shocked by Lu Zhou's words.
He pushed his palms together and leaped out of the ground.
Mud and dirt obscured his vision. He crashed through dozens of trees as he fled in a frenzy.
Lu Zhou's protective energy blocked all the mud and dirt. He launched another palm strike, unleashing his Great Divine Art.
Lu Zhou discovered that Meng Changdong's speed and escape techniques were far superior to ordinary people.
It was shocking that he was able to hide in the trees and dirt and still maintain such speed after taking two palm strikes.
The palm print struck Meng Changdong's back. He spat out another mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
Lu Zhou moved at lightning speed and stood before Yu Shangrong.
Meng Changdong turned around and stared at Lu Zhou. He said hoarsely, "H-how … How did you do that?"
He retreated as he tried to think of a way to escape.
"What's your name?" Lu Zhou looked down at Meng Changdong. "If you dare to run again, I'll take your life."
A Golden Lotus bloomed under his feet.
The golden flames rose slowly and disappeared in a flash.
"Golden … karmic … karmic power …" Meng Changdong's eyes widened. His mental defenses were finally shattered. He fell backward, his face ghastly pale.
This was exactly what Lu Zhou had said.
'There's a path to heaven, but you chose to barge into hell.'
Meng Changdong coughed.
He had only been fleeing. He had never thought of fighting or resisting the old man before him.
However, when he saw the golden karmic fire, he gave up on that thought.
"The Flying Star House's Meng Changdong," Meng Changdong replied honestly.
"You're the one who led the cultivators to attack the Thousand Willow Monastery?"
"Yes."
"The Ninth Temple's Sikong Beichen wrote to me that the Flying Star House's Master, Chen Tiandu, and Ye Zhen had gone to the Ninth Temple. Is that true?" Lu Zhou asked.
"Yes."
"How strong are Chen Tiandu and Ye Zhen?" Lu Zhou asked.
"The house master is naturally a Ten-leaf cultivator … I mean, Ye Zhen is naturally … a Nine-leaf cultivator." Meng Changdong lowered his head.
Lu Zhou raised his voice.
His eyes shone as he said, "I've never liked to lie."
Meng Changdong could sense the terrifying killing intent in Lu Zhou's tone.
He hastily added, "I'm telling the truth … The only thing I don't know is Ye Zhen's strength."
"Don't know?"
"Ye Zhen is the Flying Star House's Grand Elder. He's a cautious and shrewd person. He's skilled in concealing himself. To the public, he claims to be a Nine-leaf cultivator, but nobody knows his true strength, "Meng Changdong said.
"I've heard that Ye Zhen led hundreds of men and barely managed to take down the luan," Lu Zhou said.
"That's true. However, Ye Zhen might've been concealing his strength. He's mastered the karmic fire a long time ago and could've killed the luan on his own. Why would he pay such a huge price to go to the Black Water Mystic Cave? "Meng Changdong asked.
When Lu Zhou heard this, he looked at Meng Changdong and said, "You seem to have something against him."
"Ye Zhen's way of doing things has always been at odds with mine … He wanted to get rid of me, but he didn't expect me to never leave Lofty Steep Mountain," Meng Changdong said.
"So, you did the exact opposite and fled to the Thousand Willow Mountain instead of returning to the Flying Star House? However … you'll have to return eventually, "Lu Zhou said.
"I'll go into seclusion after this incident."
Meng Changdong's tone turned pleading as he said, "I've told you the truth. Please spare my life, old mister. I'll keep my mouth shut about what happened today. "
Lu Zhou continued stroking his beard as he looked at Meng Changdong.
After a moment of silence, Lu Zhou said, "If you want to live, answer my questions honestly."
A complicated expression appeared on Meng Changdong's face. He made up his mind and said, "Alright!"
"Do you know Jiang Wenxu?"
"Jiang Wenxu was once an elder of the Flying Star House. 300 years ago, he participated in the Sky Martial Court's research and went missing in the Black Water Mystic Cave." When Meng Changdong saw Lu Zhou frowning, he hastily said, "A few months ago, Jiang Wenxu's life stone was extinguished."
"That's all?" Lu Zhou asked, puzzled.
"Absolutely."
"I'm talking about the crystal …" Lu Zhou lowered his voice.
"Ah …"
Meng Changdong's body relaxed. His mind was blank.
PS: Now that I've sorted out my thoughts, I'll write more today. Here are the first two chapters. Please give me recommendation votes and monthly votes. Thank you!
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