Chapter 622 - 399: Unreserved Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist! (Part 2)

Chapter 622: Chapter 399: Unreserved Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist! (Part 2)

As Fang Hai revealed those long-buried secrets that could not see the light of day.

Those sordid transactions and dark dealings hidden within the shadows of power finally faced their ultimate end.

When the news reached Old Qin, he was furious, a thunderous rage swept through.

He immediately ordered the temporary control of all high-ranking officials within Yifeng Province, halting all their duties.

Soon after, a swift personnel reshuffling rapidly unfolded in Yifeng Province.

Some of the vacant positions were fully taken over by the steadfast military elite and trustworthy leaders from other provinces, using iron-fisted measures to cleanse the bureaucratic evils.

Lu Xuan’s gaze fell on the securely bound vermillion clay pot in his hand, offering no further explanation about the scene.

He merely turned sideways and spoke calmly to Lu Yuliang, who was not far away, in a concise tone: "Yuliang, drive me to the outskirts."

In his mind at that moment, there was only one thought—quickly resolve the Blood Baby’s spirit.

The densely populated urban area, if handled carelessly, could release sinister energies, potentially affecting innocent civilians.

The open and spacious outskirts, convenient for deploying techniques and reducing risks to the minimum, were undoubtedly the safest choice at present.

Following Lu Xuan’s gaze, Lu Yuliang saw a vermillion clay pot tightly wrapped in rags.

A sudden realization hit him, his eyes narrowed sharply as he instantly understood the urgency of the situation.

Lu Yuliang immediately turned around and quickly approached Director Huang, whose hair was frost-white: "Director Huang, please coordinate with all parties immediately. Arrange a route for us to swiftly exit Liangqing City, ensuring the path remains unobstructed."

Undoubtedly, once Lu Yuliang’s instructions were issued.

The entire traffic system of Liangqing City immediately operated at high speed, signal lights were adjusted in real-time, the main thoroughfare guards quickly positioned themselves, and an efficient silent deployment unfolded.

Soon, a sleek black sedan came to a steady stop in front of Lu Xuan, its engine emitting a low growl.

The car door opened, and Lu Xuan, holding the vermillion clay pot, bent down and seated himself in the back seat, with Lu Yuliang following closely behind.

The vehicle immediately started, darting through the roads that should have been busy, yet remained unobstructed throughout.

On both sides of the road, uniformed guards stood straight, vigilantly guarding every intersection, opening up a designated path.

The journey that originally required two hours, with this full escort.

The black sedan raced through in just half an hour, steadily breaking free from the urban confines of Liangqing City, and sped towards the expansive outskirts.

The vehicle eventually stopped in a vast desert terrain.

Overhead, the blazing sun hung high, pouring down searing sunlight like gold foil, the air baked hot, making the yellow sand underfoot emit a scorching temperature.

Lu Xuan pushed open the car door, stepping out holding the cloth-wrapped vermillion clay pot.

Once he stood still, he felt the pot in his palm subtly trembling.

The tremor became increasingly pronounced, as if something inside the pot was agitating restlessly, colliding and struggling within.

A cold glint flashed in Lu Xuan’s eyes: "Such a beast, even here, wants to cause trouble."

The next moment, without looking back, he raised his hand with a gentle wave: "Yuliang, stay in the car, come over after half an hour, I have something to handle alone."

Lu Yuliang, who had just intended to get out of the car, froze upon hearing these words, a flicker of bewilderment crossed his face.

Subsequently, his gaze fell on the vermillion clay pot trembling slightly in Lu Xuan’s hand, instantly grasping the peril within.

Lu Yuliang suppressed his deep-seated concern, replying solemnly: "Yes, Dad, take care, call us if anything arises."

The black sedan’s engine roared anew, speeding towards the distance like an arrow shot, maintaining its pace, quickly becoming a small black dot at the edge of sight.

Sitting in the vehicle, Lu Yuliang stared at the rearview mirror reflecting his father standing alone on the sandy terrain, his brow furrowed deeply.

Something capable of drawing such solemn worry from his usually composed father must certainly be exceedingly dangerous.

Not daring to delay for a moment, he repeatedly instructed the driver to accelerate to the highest speed, to ensure they distanced from this place of turmoil.

His own safety wasn’t particularly troubling, but distracting his father would be regrettable.

Meanwhile, Lu Xuan watched the vehicle disappear into the distance, then turned around, his gaze fixed on the vermillion clay pot in his hand.

Seeing his arm rise slightly, exerting force at the wrist, hurling the pot towards the sandy terrain ten meters away!

With a loud "bang," the pot flew in an arc through the air, crashing heavily onto the scorching yellow sand.

The pot shattered instantly, shards scattering, revealing what was hidden inside.

"Ah—!"

A piercing and shrill howl suddenly exploded, the sound eerily similar to a newborn baby’s cry, yet magnified a hundred times over.

Sharp enough to pierce eardrums, the surrounding air seemed to be torn by the sound waves, creating ripples visible to the naked eye.

The scorching yellow sand shook and rustled, tiny grains rising into the air, forming a hazy sand fog.

The howl was filled with pain and venom, evidently the blood infant spirit exposed to the scorching sun, being burned by the pure yang energy.

Lu Xuan stood in place, his eyes slightly narrowed, his Elixir Power quietly circulating, isolating the piercing sound waves outside.

There, the fragments of a vermilion urn were scattered across the ground.

Every edge of the pottery shards was emitting wisps of white smoke, amid streaks of white mist, a faint burnt smell wafted through.

Clearly, the blood infant spirit was being continuously burned under the blazing sun, along with the shattered urn being eroded by yang energy.

Lu Xuan’s gaze was deep, his steps slowly advancing, the Martial Arts Will around him silently gathering, ready to face the treacherous entity about to erupt from the fragments.

Just as the white smoke grew thicker, a bloody figure abruptly shot out from the fragments of the urn.

It was a transparent soul-body ghostly figure, with a form neither too big nor too small, equivalent to a three-year-old child, its outline blurred, yet the twisted limbs were discernible.

It was surrounded by dazzling red light, like burning scarlet flames.

But under the blazing sun above, that red light was continuously being corroded and burned.

Every second, terrifying white smoke billowed out from the red light.

Accompanied by sizzling sounds, the ghostly figure’s form also became slightly illusory.

Evidently, it was enduring extreme pain, yet it still exuded a contagious venomous and wrathful aura.

The blood infant spirit restlessly twisted its illusory form on the spot, its scarlet "eyes" swiftly scanning the surroundings.

On the open sandy ground, aside from the searing sunlight and blazing yellow sand, there was only Lu Xuan standing with a composed demeanor, coldly gazing at it as if observing a trapped beast.

"Possession!"

These two words were imprinted in the blood infant spirit’s instincts like a brand.

Despite its innate intuition frantically warning it, the seemingly calm old man before it exuded a dangerous aura that made its soul shiver.

Yet the scorching pain of the sun’s burn and the imminent fear of dispersing into death had already completely devoured the blood infant spirit’s rationality.

It let out a piercing howl, disregarding how the red light around it had become more scant due to yang energy’s burn, transforming into a bloody stream, and fiercely lunged at Lu Xuan.

Now, it only wanted to immediately burrow into this lively shell to escape the deadly sun’s incineration.

Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist!

Lu Xuan’s seemingly aged body suddenly burst forth with a majestic momentum, like towering mountains solidifying in form at this moment.

Every inch of muscle on him was imbued with earth-shattering power.

In an instant, Lu Xuan slowly raised his right fist, appearing to gently swing forward.

Where the fist edge grazed, an inconspicuous golden ripple quietly flashed by, yet carried an overwhelming pressure over the world.

In the blink of an eye, the weather changed dramatically!

On the empty sandy ground, a sudden violent wind rose, yellow sand filled the sky, and in the ears resounded the deafening roar akin to Mount Tai crashing down.

Behind Lu Xuan, countless phantom peaks shot up from the ground, layering and towering, magnificently imposing.

Then, all the mountain peak phantoms converged, transforming into a solid and heavy golden fist imprint.

Radiant golden light flowed over the fist imprint, carrying the force of ten thousand tons, like a meteor streaking across the sky, fiercely striking at the flying blood infant spirit.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fifth Life)

Level: Embracing Elixir Grandmaster (Just Entered)

Cultivation Technique: Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist 6/9 (Can Be Evolved)

Points: 50090

Please confirm, whether to consume 15000 points to evolve the Ten Thousand Valleys Returning Flow Fist!

To Lu Xuan’s surprise, eliminating a mere blood infant spirit earned a whopping 50000 system points!!!