Chapter 60

"Zhen —— Zhen Yao Spell?"

Seeing the milky white light sphere appear in front of Lu Li, and feeling the threads of soul power emanating from him, Song Wengui was instantly stunned, completely unaware that the peach wood sword had fallen to the ground.

He looked at the light sphere with trembling, his eyes filled with amazement, envy, fear, and a myriad of complex emotions.

Seeing the Zhen Yao Spell about to take shape, Song Wengui suddenly reacted, his voice trembling as he shouted, "Stop it quickly!"

Actually, without his reminder, Lu Li had already started to withdraw his soul power. Although it was impossible to completely withdraw, and interrupting the spell would definitely cause backlash, compared to perfectly executing the Zhen Yao Spell, that backlash was still acceptable.

If he became a fool because of his identity, he would probably even want to die.

The Zhen Yao Spell was interrupted midway, and the milky white light sphere gradually shrank.

Lu Li's face immediately turned red. He took a deep breath, barely suppressing the surging blood in his meridians, and said irritably, "Bastard! Sanzhen, do you understand what it means to betray your master and destroy the lineage?"

"Qing... Are you really Uncle Qingchen?"

The Four Sealing Spells were the secret techniques of the Longhu Sect, on par with the sect's treasures. Song Wengui's status was not high enough; he had only heard of them but never seen them, so he still dared not be sure.

"Could there be anyone else who knows the Four Sealing Spells?"

Lu Li was very unhappy, being forced to this extent by his great-grand-disciple. He was probably the first in the Longhu Sect.

Song Wengui quickly shook his head, "Since Uncle Qingchen disappeared, no one in the Longhu Sect has the qualifications to practice them except the sect leader. As for the current sect leader, he probably doesn't know them either."

"Ah, indeed, it is as I thought!"

Lu Li sighed inwardly and said softly, "Back then, I saw that the sect leader had a deep prejudice against me. When my master was still alive, it was fine, but after his passing, staying in the Longhu Sect had no meaning. My master treated me with great kindness, and I could never take the sect leader's position from my senior brother. Now, it seems I was somewhat wrong."

Song Wengui, probably hearing this secret for the first time, his eyes flashed with a fiery light. He gritted his teeth, suddenly knelt down, and paid his respects, "Longhu Sect's junior disciple Sanzhen pays respects to Uncle Qingchen."

"Get up."

Lu Li nodded.

"Uncle, after leaving the Longhu Sect, where did you go? What happened?"

"Drifting around. Finally, I encountered a zombie king in the ancient Kunlun Mountains. After a fierce battle, although I killed it, I was also severely injured, with all my meridians broken." Lu Li recalled, "Fortunately, heaven did not abandon me, and I obtained a precious medicinal plant at the last moment, which allowed me to survive."

Song Wengui was stunned, "Uncle, do you mean you can live a long life because you took that medicinal plant?"

Lu Li rolled his eyes, thinking, "What a load of crap. If there were such a medicinal plant, it would be great. At that time, my legs were shattered, my meridians were torn, and I didn't last an hour before dying."

Of course, he had to continue the story now.

He nodded mysteriously, "That's right. However, I didn't know that the medicinal plant was so precious. After all, I was severely injured, and just surviving was a miracle."

"Extraordinary!"

Song Wengui was completely amazed, his face full of enthusiasm, "Uncle, do you remember where it was?"

Lu Li smiled faintly, "Of course I remember. I went there a few years ago, but unfortunately, it had become a paid tourist attraction. There wasn't even a single ordinary medicinal herb, let alone a precious one."

Song Wengui looked disappointed, then shook his head with a smile, thinking that only someone with great fortune like Uncle Qingchen could turn a disaster into a blessing, which ordinary people could never hope for.

"Sanzhen, don't tell anyone about meeting me for now."

Song Wengui was taken aback, "Why?"

Lu Li shrugged, "My injuries have not fully healed, and my strength is much weaker than before. I need to practice for some time. If the sect leader finds out, I'm afraid—"

Song Wengui immediately understood Lu Li's thoughts and sighed.

The model of the Longhu Sect's younger generation being unable to return to the sect was truly a disgrace to the Longhu Sect!

"Alright, you go back first! When my strength is fully restored, I will personally visit the Longhu Sect."

Lu Li picked up his sword and prepared to leave.

"Uncle, wait a moment."

Song Wengui awkwardly called out to Lu Li, hesitantly saying, "Uncle, I heard from Xia Yuantian that you used ghosts to harm people. What's the truth?"

Although the person in front of him was a senior in the sect, he had to ask, otherwise it might affect his state of mind and prevent him from advancing.

Seeing that Song Wengui was still concerned about righteousness, Lu Li felt a bit more appreciation for him.

This character, rare!

He didn't hide anything and objectively narrated the entire event, concluding, "That's what happened. Xia Ming killed Wang Xuexi, turning her into a vengeful ghost. She sought revenge, and I sent her away."

"How dare he, how dare he!"

Song Wengui was furious, feeling deceived by Xia Yuantian and wronging a good person. Especially since the wronged person was one of his idols, the highest-ranking senior in the Longhu Sect, which made him feel like he wanted to commit suicide out of shame.

"Uncle, since Xia Yuantian deceived me, from now on, I will cut ties with the Xia family."

"It's fine, at least no major mistake was made."

Lu Li patted his shoulder and said calmly, "Practice well, I have high hopes for you."

Considering their age difference, they were at least thirty years apart, but Song Wengui was moved to tears by Lu Li's words, his expression like that of a die-hard fan meeting their idol or a believer encountering their deity.

Returning home mentally exhausted, Lu Li directly went to his bedroom to sleep. The backlash from the spell was strong, but fortunately, it was just mental fatigue, and the loss of soul power was minimal, which made him slightly relieved.

The next day, while he was still in a deep sleep, he was suddenly awakened by a roar from the living room.

The voice was young, and he had never heard it before.

"Grandpa is now seriously ill, and the hospital has issued a critical notice. He asked me to come and call you home. You'd better pack your bags and go to Yanjing with me."

"Crying, all you do is cry. Grandpa said that if you don't come, he will no longer recognize you as his daughter."

"For Grandpa's sake, I'll call you Aunt, but don't think we have forgiven you. What you did to the Xiao family made them a laughingstock in Yanjing. This loss can never be compensated. When you see Grandpa, leave Yanjing immediately, or don't blame me for not showing family affection."

"..."

The voice gradually became louder and more piercing.

Lu Li listened for a few moments, then suddenly jumped out of bed, not even bothering to tidy his hair, and stormed out.

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