Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 13 - From now on, the sea is wide and the fish leap!

"You... you..."

"You killed Master Wu Yuan?!"

Wu Yuan became a fiery corpse, and the eyes of the five servants looking at Lu Qingfeng were as if they had seen a ghost, they even forgot to flee.

The Inner Chamber Disciple Wu Yuan, who appeared mighty in their eyes, was shockingly killed in a single encounter by this seemingly frail youth?

This youth, could he be the same Lu Qingshan they used to bully?

The shock was too great, and they had lost the ability to think.

"Qingshan, how are you?"

Lu Qingfeng didn't tangle with these servants, pulling Qingyu and coming to Lu Qingshan's side.

He hadn't expected Wu Yuan to be so violent that before he could make a move, Wu Yuan had grievously injured Lu Qingshan.

Fortunately, it was just a kick.

If Wu Yuan had gone mad and started slashing with his saber, Lu Qingfeng would have regretted it for a lifetime!

"I'm... I'm okay, cough cough!"

"They... they can't be spared!"

Lu Qingshan was in severe pain in his chest; in the span of just two sentences, he had already coughed up several mouthfuls of fresh blood. Even so, he was still pointing at the other five stunned servant disciples.

"Alright!"

Lu Qingfeng hadn't wanted to deal with the five servants, as they might have been suffering the same unlucky fate as Lu Qingshan.

But since Lu Qingshan had asked him to do it, there must be a reason. Now was not the time to contemplate the reason. He had to take action quickly and leave immediately!

"Luo Smoke Step!"

Lu Qingfeng took a step, the Luo Smoke Step unfolding beneath him, and like a ghostly apparition, he appeared directly in front of a servant. This servant, around twenty years old, was already scared witless.

Clutching a simple knife in his hand, he couldn't lift it no matter how hard he tried.

Crack!

Lu Qingfeng twisted the man's head with his hand, breaking his neck and ending his life.

"Demon!"

"Run!"

The remaining four servants finally reacted, frantically throwing down their knives and running for their lives!

But just like Lu Qingshan, they were servant disciples who hadn't really begun their cultivation journey, how could they outrun Lu Qingfeng.

In less than twenty breaths, all were killed by Lu Qingfeng.

Strangely enough, the night before the killing, Lu Qingfeng was extremely nervous. Now that he had begun the slaughter, he felt nothing.

"Let's go!"

There was no time to reminisce now.

Lu Qingfeng lifted Lu Qingshan onto his back, tucked Lu Qingyu under his arm, and tied together the Nine-Ring Saber and a few simple knives from the ground.

He ran frantically towards the dock.

It wasn't long after dawn, and the dock was deserted.

With the Returning to Truth Sect's notoriety, who would dare steal a boat at the foot of Yellow Ganoderma Mountain unless they were weary of living?

Lu Qingfeng, carrying Lu Qingshan and holding Lu Qingyu, randomly jumped onto a wooden boat.

The seven or eight boats here were all small, the largest fitting about a dozen people, the smallest only large enough for three or five.

He chose the smallest one, and then untied the ropes of the other boats. By doing so, it would also create some trouble for the Returning to Truth Sect's pursuit.

During these three days, Lu Qingfeng had found a swift river near Black Sand Town and spent two months practicing how to control a boat, so handling a small boat was no trouble at all.

The boat was anchorless; once the ropes were loosened and the oar pushed off, it shot directly into the Chengyang River.

"Wu Yuan and his six men were all dead. Even if the Returning to Truth Sect discovered this at the earliest opportunity, it would take at least half an hour to respond and investigate."

"Taking advantage of the current downstream, their only choice would be to follow the water to catch up with us."

"But as long as we don't stop midway, they can forget about catching us!"

Only now did Lu Qingfeng breathe a sigh of relief.

The greatest variables and difficulties in their escape plan lay in killing Wu Yuan and seizing a boat. Once these two steps were completed, the rest of their escape and the ensuing pursuit were not as dangerous as imagined.

The vast Chengyang River stretched out endlessly.

The Returning to Truth Sect had great power in Jiuzhai County, but once they left the county, they should be safe!

"Hu hu!"

"From now on, the vast sea allows the fish to leap, and the high sky is the domain of the birds!"

Lu Qingfeng held the oar, steering the boat. He looked back toward the direction of Yellow Ganoderma Mountain, his face showing a relieved smile he had never known before.

"Black Wood Village!"

"Returning to Truth Sect!"

"I will come back!"

But by then, it would be the day of the Returning to Truth Sect's downfall!

...

At Yellow Ganoderma Mountain, near the dock.

A dozen people dressed in black Strong Shirts, with solemn expressions.

The one at the head, with a nine-ring saber around his waist, furrowed his brows. About forty years old, his aura was as deep as an abyss, fathomless.

This person, Zhao Zhou, was a bigwig within the Returning to Truth Sect, holding immense power as the head of the Punishment Hall.

"Head Deacon, from the scene, the burnt body is Wu Yuan. The other five bodies are the servants selected by Wu Yuan. One of the servants named 'Lu Qingshan' is missing."

"Lu Qingshan, a servant disciple, came from Black Wood Village. His family still has an older brother and a twin sister, and it's been five months and twenty-four days since they joined the sect."

A disciple reported to Zhao Zhou.

"Lu Qingshan."

Zhao Zhou's eyes reflected contemplation, then he said, "Go to Black Wood Village, see if his brother and sister are still there. If they are, bring them here."

"Yes!"

Disciple received the order and led the team to rush to Black Wood Village.

Zhao Zhou walked to Wu Yuan's charred body and squatted down to inspect it.

Beside him, Chen Shang, a disciple specialized in the art of corps examination, respectfully said, "Wu Yuan's fatal injury was to the head. The fire started on his face and burnt its way down his body. The wound on his chest was caused by a kick; judging from the angle and force, Wu Yuan was already powerless and lying on the ground at the time. The perpetrator's strength does not exceed the Fetal Breathing Third Level."

The corps examiner indeed possessed exceptional skills, nearly reconstructing the circumstances of Wu Yuan's death.

"What about the fire?" Zhao Zhou asked.

"The fire—" Chen Shang said with a troubled expression, shaking his head, "The fire was extremely fierce. Wu Yuan activated his Inner Breath to form a Turtle Shell defense, but it failed to withstand. It seems to have been caused by a Fire Attribute martial skill, but I cannot fathom any Fire Attribute Cultivation Technique within Jiuzhai County, let alone Guangyuan County, capable of conjuring flames that harm people out of thin air at the level of Fetal Breathing!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhou looked down, deep in thought.

Half an hour later.

"Six of the boats washed away by the river have been found; the whereabouts of the other two are unknown."

"Within Black Wood Village, the siblings Lu Qingfeng and Lu Qingyu have not been seen since early this morning, and their clothes remain at home. Additionally, residuals of seventeen types of medicinal herbs, including White Atractylodes, licorice, Yellow Ginseng, and a box of bark containing literacy, acupuncture points, the First Layer of the Returning to Truth Technique, and Barbaric Bull Fist were found in the home."

Zhao Zhou, after listening to the report, showed a faintly amused smile.

"Private mentoring."

"Escaping by boat."

"Youngsters from the countryside, daring to such an extent."

Zhao Zhou murmured, and then declared loudly, "Teams of five, take boats in pursuit of the Lu siblings. Further, dispatch people to notify the communities along the shore, including Dianshui Village, Yellow Stone Stockade, Pingyan Village, and Ningkou Village, to organize search parties. Report immediately upon discovery of any suspicious individuals!"

"Yes!"

The black-clothed Deacons accepted the command and dispersed.

Zhao Zhou stood in place, gazing towards the robust eastward flow of Chengyang River, whispering, "Such injuries cannot be caused by ordinary martial arts; undoubtedly, it must be fire-based magic. If the Lu siblings had no one to assist them, they must have come upon some serendipity, acquiring some special skills. Even if they were helped, the person's strength must not be formidable; otherwise, they would not have chosen to escape by boat."

"The vast Chengyang River— the Lu siblings think they can just drift downstream by boat and flee Jiuzhai. Little do they know, the Ningkou Village section of the river has rapid currents and is filled with hidden rocks. Not a single large or small boat can pass."

"I shall see, in a predicament where only wings could let one escape, how you manage to elude my grasp!"

"Magic! Fortuitous encounters!"

Zhao Zhou chuckled softly and strode away.

...

Leaving White Emperor City amidst the colorful clouds, a thousand miles to Jiangling, returned within a single day.

The incessant cry of monkeys from both banks, as the light boat has already passed through countless layers of mountains.

Lu Qingfeng steered the small boat downstream.

The mountains on both sides of Chengyang River gradually ascended, with steep cliffs, monkey cries, and tiger roars filling the air.

In the center of the small boat, Lu Qingshan, his mouth smeared with blood, slumped over, collapsing into the tearful embrace of Lu Qingyu.

"Big brother, second brother is not going to make it!"

Lu Qingyu's tearful voice rose.

Lu Qingfeng's mouth twitched slightly. While maintaining the balance of the small boat, he reassured her, "Qingshan has just taken some medicine and fallen asleep; he'll be fine when he wakes up."

Lu Qingshan's injuries seemed severe but, in fact, Wu Yuan had controlled his force well and had not struck with lethal intent.

After all, he needed to bring Lu Qingshan to the other side of Chengyang River.

When necessary, an additional piece on the board might provide a hope for survival.

Thus, Wu Yuan had no intention to kill or critically injure Lu Qingshan.

Nor did he plan to kill Lu Qingfeng.

With dubious motives, who would have imagined he would end up slain by the brothers he never took seriously from the start?

Such was his lot.

Lu Qingshan's injuries were not serious.

During Lu Qingfeng's three days in Black Wood Village, he refined three batches, totaling thirty-six Fasting Pills, as well as miscellaneous medicinal powders covering external injuries, internal injuries, antiparasitics, detoxification, and more. Having taken a dose, Lu Qingshan would recover quickly after some days of proper rest and recuperation.

Lu Qingyu blinked away tears that still clung to her long eyelashes, so aggravated she was ready to toss Lu Qingshan into Chengyang River!

Just before.

Her second brother had embraced her, talking at length – how much he missed her, then telling her to be good in the future. Then, with a tilt of his head and a smile on his face, he 'fainted' in her arms.

Anyone would think he was done for.

"Naughty second brother!"

Lu Qingyu smacked Lu Qingshan's arm hard, making the tattered clothing tear even more. Through the gaps, fresh and old scars on Lu Qingshan's arms were visible.

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In his sleep.

Lu Qingshan felt pain, furrowed his brows, turned his body, revealing more injuries on his back.

Whip marks, bruises...

Lu Qingyu lifted Lu Qingshan's shirt, revealing countless grim scars.

"The Returning to Truth Sect is full of bastards!"

"Bastards!"

Lu Qingyu clenched her fists tight, cursing loudly.

Lu Qingfeng, hearing this, turned his head to see Lu Qingshan's injuries. He had noticed these wounds while checking Lu Qingshan, hoping to keep them from Qingyu, but she found them anyway.

"Big brother! We will come back, won't we? To kill every last one of those bastards from the Returning to Truth Sect!"

Lu Qingyu looked up at Lu Qingfeng.

"Yeah."

"We will definitely come back!"

Lu Qingfeng nodded.

Leaving aside how the Returning to Truth Sect harmed the heavens and was akin to the Demon Dao, just the suffering his family had endured through the years was enough to embitter Lu Qingfeng for a lifetime.

Until the Returning to Truth Sect is no more, his obsession will not fade!

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