Chapter 7

"Don't let him escape!"

Li Quanfu screamed.

Even without Li Quanfu's reminder, Luo Chuan had no intention of letting Pang Guan get away. He was well aware that even though he had entered the Foundation Establishment First Stage and possessed power comparable to that of a Lesser Void Spirit Realm, he was still no match for the Third Young Master. If the Third Young Master learned that not only had he turned a crisis into an opportunity but also greatly improved his power, he would surely take action against him in advance.

Staring at Pang Guan's back, Luo Chuan took a deep breath, and his body floated up like a feather. His toes touched the snowflakes that had yet to land, and he suddenly lunged forward.

Pang Guan was severely injured and in a panic.

Luo Chuan took advantage of his momentum and pursued him with great vigor.

In a few breaths, Luo Chuan was behind Pang Guan. He spread his arms and pounced on Pang Guan like a long eagle hunting its prey.

Pang Guan, a renowned martial arts expert with rich experience, knew he couldn't escape. He hesitated, then turned to face Luo Chuan.

His eyes filled with deep hatred, Pang Guan's left arm transformed into a strange fire, shaped like a long knife, carrying thousands of pounds of force. He roared and slashed at Luo Chuan.

Among the seven magical techniques, Pang Guan was only proficient in fire techniques, which he had practiced to a high level. He was very confident in his martial arts. Even though he was severely injured, he believed that as long as he could force Luo Chuan back, he could escape.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

To Pang Guan's shock, Luo Chuan met the fire technique with his bare fists. Not only did he not retreat, but he forced Pang Guan to step back repeatedly.

One punch, two punches, three punches... Luo Chuan's boxing technique was simple and straightforward, without any flashy moves. It was the basic Horse Stance Skyward Punch of the Tang Dynasty's alchemical martial arts, which even a three-year-old could imitate. But when used by Luo Chuan, it was powerful and fierce. Each punch created a three-foot vortex in the air, and the air rushed to the sides like a tidal wave, producing a sound like firecrackers.

The simplest Horse Stance Skyward Punch, in Luo Chuan's hands, was as powerful as top-tier alchemical martial arts!

On the sixth punch, there was a crack, and Pang Guan's bones shattered, white bones piercing through his skin, and blood staining his left arm, a terrifying sight.

Pang Guan groaned in pain, his eyes filled with despair.

Luo Chuan's boxing technique was not sophisticated, lacking in technique, but it had a strange charm. It was as steady as a mountain, and after a few punches, it had forced Pang Guan into a corner, leaving him in a desperate situation, feeling powerless.

What's going on!

Wasn't he already severely injured by me! Wasn't his qi dan destroyed by Luo Fu!

Why does he suddenly have the power of a Lesser Void Spirit Realm?

What on earth happened!

Pang Guan's eyes widened in confusion, but his heart was roaring.

On the seventh punch, Luo Chuan completely destroyed Pang Guan's left arm, shattered his chest bones, and severed his heart meridians.

"The Young Master will not let you off!"

"On the day of the birthday banquet, it will be your end!"

"The Young Master, he... is already the chosen successor of the Immortal Sect."

"You commoners, how could you understand what the Immortal Sect is! They are beings who can make you vanish with a snap of their fingers... Offending the Young Master, you are doomed... None of you will escape!"

Pang Guan spun in place like a drunk, swaying and about to fall. His voice grew weaker and weaker, until it was inaudible.

"Chosen successor of the Immortal Sect?"

Luo Chuan raised an eyebrow, his tone strange.

Pang Guan was barely breathing, struggling to survive. He could no longer speak, but his eyes showed deep satisfaction. In his last moments, he still enjoyed seeing others' fear.

Luo Chuan laughed wryly.

"Chosen successor of the Immortal Sect? What a joke!"

"A cultivation sect where Foundation Establishment Realm practitioners can walk out of the mountains, to be called an Immortal Sect?"

"True Immortal Sects ride clouds and raise cranes, wield swords for thousands of miles, and have demons and ghosts as servants, moving mountains and building palaces!"

"Even if Luo San is recognized by a cultivation sect, he is still just a martial artist."

"Great Void Spirit Realm? At most, he has the power of the Foundation Establishment Second Stage, which is not even considered an entry-level in the cultivation world."

"Do you really think he can cover the sky with one hand and do as he pleases?"

...

Pang Guan's expression froze, his eyes losing their light, and a hint of fear emerged.

Luo Chuan's words about the Immortal Sect were not unfamiliar to him, but he had never heard anyone describe them so clearly.

The young man in front of him spoke without hesitation, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. To everyone, including the Third Young Master, the Immortal Sect of Solitary Moon Mountain was a lofty and supreme existence. But Luo Chuan was so calm and composed, not pretending, but truly indifferent!

Who is he? Who is he really?

At this moment, Pang Guan vaguely realized that he and Luo Jiang had inadvertently provoked an existence far beyond their reach. The most terrifying thing was that the Third Young Master, known for his cunning, had not yet realized it.

Pang Guan's pupils contracted, the last bit of light in his eyes fading. In his final moments, he realized that the young man in front of him was not a good person, and his terror was no less than that of the Third Young Master.

Lü Ping stared at Luo Chuan's back, a look of gratitude on his face.

Li Quanfu swallowed, feeling a chill.

Thud!

The notorious bandit leader of Yan Mountain knelt in the snow, dying with hatred.

A murder had been committed.

Having lived in a noble household for a long time, Luo Chuan was no stranger to life and death. But this was his first time killing someone, and he felt a bit dazed.

In a moment, Luo Chuan remembered how Pang Guan had framed and humiliated him.

Gradually, an indescribable feeling enveloped Luo Chuan's heart, a sense of release and satisfaction, making him want to howl in joy.

Turning around, Luo Chuan looked at Li Quanfu.

Luo Chuan had no good feelings towards Li Quanfu, even some disgust. Although Luo Chuan had been in meditation these past few days, he had sometimes heard Li Quanfu and Lü Ping's conversations.

Li Quanfu felt a chill, instinctively avoiding Luo Chuan's gaze. In his mind, he replayed the entire process: Luo Chuan's initial feint, the severing of Pang Guan's arm, and the final decisive strike. Everything was so calm and calculated. Even now, Li Quanfu was still in a daze. The famous Heavenly Mystic Hand of White Jade Capital, killed by a fifteen-year-old boy in a few moves, who would believe it?

With a forced laugh, Li Quanfu walked to Pang Guan's body.

Under Luo Chuan's curious gaze, the middle-aged man, who didn't look like a noble household guard, took out a pouch from his waist. Inside were many bottles. He took out a small black bottle and evenly sprinkled the powder inside onto Pang Guan's body.

Sizzle...

The body began to dissolve, quickly turning into a pool of pus, leaving only Pang Guan's belongings.

"This way, there's no evidence, and no one will suspect the Young Master. The back courtyard is remote, and the main house is far away. No one should have heard. Lü Ping, if anyone asks, say no one came." Li Quanfu smiled, trying to please Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan seemed not to hear. He walked forward, picked up a book and a small wooden box from the ground.

The book was titled "Secrets of Fire Escape," and the wooden box contained a pigeon-egg-sized, grayish pill.

Luo Chuan turned around and looked at the young man who had just stood up, rubbing his arms and frowning, his eyes warm: "All of this is yours."

Perhaps because of his earlier crying, the young man's face was streaked with black ink, revealing his true appearance. He had a delicate face, thin lips, a high nose, and eyes like stars and the moon, a beauty Luo Chuan had never seen before.

No... I've seen him before.

"It's you!" Luo Chuan's eyes lit up, remembering the young man he had met in the market a few years ago.

After mastering the "Nine Lives Technique" and initially unlocking his body's potential, Luo Chuan's mind had become clearer.

"Lü Ping, your luck has come." Seeing Lü Ping standing there in a daze, Li Quanfu gently pushed him, whispering, "This 'Secrets of Fire Escape' is a high-level alchemical martial art, ten times more advanced than what you usually practice. This Great Rejuvenation Pill can increase your power by three years. If you don't make any major mistakes, you will become a family guard within ten years. Hurry up and thank the Young Master!"

Hearing Li Quanfu's words, Lü Ping finally understood what Luo Chuan had given him.

As Li Quanfu said, if he could become a family guard within ten years, his salary would increase a hundredfold. He could buy a house outside the capital, bring his younger sister back, and even rebuild the ancestral home, moving his parents' graves from the wilderness.

"Thank you, Young Master..." Lü Ping's face turned red as he took the secret manual and the pill, his voice trembling with emotion.

In his eyes, both the secret manual and the pill were extremely precious. The Young Master gave them to him without a second thought, making Lü Ping both moved and ashamed.

"You risked offending the Third Young Master for me. Compared to that, these are nothing."

Luo Chuan spoke from the heart.

Compared to the divine techniques and elixir formulas in the memory of the Nine Dragons Lord, these were indeed nothing. The warmth Luo Chuan felt from Lü Ping was a new experience for him. Luo Chuan even planned to find a cultivation technique from the Nine Dragons Lord's memory for Lü Ping to practice after dealing with the Third Young Master.

Looking at the stuttering young guard, Li Quanfu felt both envy and regret.

He could clearly see Luo Chuan's disgust towards him.

Just then, Luo Chuan turned and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Li Quanfu panicked. Seeing Luo Chuan about to leave the courtyard, he couldn't care less about his pride and shouted, "If the Young Master doesn't mind, I am willing to serve you!"

Lü Ping looked at Li Quanfu in surprise. He remembered that just yesterday, Li Quanfu had tried to persuade him not to offend the Third Young Master for Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan didn't stop.

Li Quanfu gritted his teeth and continued, "I may not be a good person, but I practiced martial arts as a youth, wandered the world, took the imperial exams, and became a tribute student. In my middle age, I fell on hard times and mixed with all sorts of people! The Young Master may be detached from the world, but you will need someone like me to run errands and manage things!"

Staring at Luo Chuan's back, Li Quanfu's heart raced. He hadn't felt such emotions in ten years.

If it were anyone else, even a half-step Immortal or a full Immortal, Li Quanfu wouldn't be so humble. He had hidden in the Luo family to avoid trouble and didn't want to cause any more. However, Luo Chuan's appearance gave Li Quanfu a glimmer of hope, a chance to restore his former power and even advance further!

Li Quanfu clearly remembered that when Luo Chuan entered, his qi dan was destroyed, making him a cripple. In just ten days, Luo Chuan had gained power exceeding the Lesser Void Spirit Realm, easily killed the Heavenly Mystic Hand Pang Guan, touched strange fire with his bare hands without injury, and treated top-tier alchemical martial arts and elixirs as worthless. Including his final conversation with Pang Guan.

All of this led Li Quanfu to a hypothesis.

Just thinking about the possibility, Li Quanfu trembled with excitement.

The person who had injured him years ago had said that only an Immortal could restore his power. To achieve this, Li Quanfu had spent seven years traveling to famous mountains and temples in and outside the Tang Dynasty, visiting Immortal Sects and Daoist temples, but found nothing. Disheartened, he joined the Luo family.

The snow gradually stopped, and a bright moon emerged from the mist. Luo Chuan stopped at the courtyard gate.

Li Quanfu's heart raced, nervous and excited.

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