Chapter 167 - 99: Heaven and Earth Have Changed! Targeting the Position of Military Governor

Chapter 167: Chapter 99: Heaven and Earth Have Changed! Targeting the Position of Military Governor

Sensing a slight stir, he slowly opened his eyes. The cloudy depths of his old eyes reflected the object on the green stone before him.

A piece of black flesh, roughly the size of three alms bowls, was pulsating faintly on the stone.

The sight of flesh on the stone made the old monk’s eyes fly open, his pupils constricting violently.

"This is Immortal Flesh? How did it get here?"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head and scanned his surroundings, but there was no one around. Only the mountain wind blew gently, stirring his sparse, pale beard.

The old monk shakily got to his feet, walked over, and reached out, cautiously touching the piece of flesh.

"Shouldn’t the Immortal Flesh only be discoverable with the map from the Immortality Crystal?"

He stared at the piece of Immortal Flesh in his hand, a hint of greed gradually appearing in his cloudy old eyes.

For thirty years, it had been the same. The old monk had been stuck at this realm for too long—so long that he had almost thought this was all his life would amount to, so long that he thought he could only wait for death at the Peak of Huajin.

The old monk had always needed Immortal Flesh—a large amount of it. Only then could he break through, only then could he step into that dreamed-of realm.

’Could it be... a miracle from the Buddha?’

Similar situations were also occurring in other places. Inside a sprawling mansion in a certain provincial capital...

A servant was bent over, sweeping. He kept his head down, his mind absent, completely preoccupied with where to go drinking that night.

Suddenly, the servant felt something flash before his eyes.

When he looked up, he froze. At the base of the old locust tree in the corner, a piece of black flesh the size of a baby’s fist had appeared at some unknown time.

It clung tightly to the tree root, still pulsating, rising and falling as if it were alive.

The servant’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. The broom in his hand fell to the ground with a CLATTER.

"Gh-ghost! Master! Master, this is bad! There’s a ghost in the backyard!"

「Nighttime at Yun Port City’s Longyuan Bay Pier.」

The daytime clamor of the pier had long since faded, leaving only a few dim, yellow oil lamps swaying in the wind.

The river water lapped gently against the stone steps of the bank, making a monotonous SPLASH, SPLASH sound. Occasionally, a night bird would flit by, leaving behind only a short cry or two.

Less than ten meters from the shore, a dark shadow was swimming lazily underwater.

It suddenly stopped. Then, the surface of the water was gently broken, and a head slowly emerged.

It was the face of a monkey, with bluish-gray skin, smooth and hairless. A few strands of seaweed tangled on its head obscured half its face.

It raised an arm—long and thin, with only four fingers ending in hook-like nails. Behind it, a short, fin-like tail was faintly visible.

A Water Monkey, a wicked creature from the local fishermen’s folklore, said to specialize in dragging people underwater.

At this moment, it was staring at a docked cargo ship not far away. On the ship’s hull, right at the waterline, a piece of black flesh had appeared at some point.

The Water Monkey’s eyes were fixed on that piece of flesh. It then swam over and, without hesitation, opened its mouth and took a bite.

"So be it."

Lu Yun pushed aside his tangled thoughts and called out the door, "Ah Fu, go call Jing Jun and Jingwu to see me."

’He had already decided. He would give this piece of Immortal Flesh to Lu Jingjun, Lu Jingwu, and Lu Fu first.’

’His second son, Lu Jingjun, was currently at the Early-stage Anjin realm. Years of experience out in the world had not only made him worldly but had also forged a calm, steady temperament. His willpower was undoubtedly firm.’

’His nephew, Lu Jingwu, possessed the strength of the Peak of Mingjin. He had trained in martial arts with him since he was a child and lacked only an opportunity to break through.’

’And there was Ah Fu, the old servant who had followed him for decades, always loyal and without complaint. Moreover, he was also a Mid-stage Anjin expert.’

’The three of them were Martial Artists to begin with, so consuming the Immortal Flesh would be relatively safe.’

’Even if there was an accident, with his current strength as a Grandmaster of Divine Intent, he would be able to intervene in time.’

Before long, Lu Jingjun and Lu Jingwu walked into the main hall one after the other, followed by Lu Fu.

The two stood before Lu Yun, exchanged a bewildered glance, and then looked at Lu Yun sitting in the head seat, completely clueless as to what was happening.

Lu Jingjun began tentatively, "Father, you were looking for us?"

Lu Yun didn’t answer. He turned his head to Lu Fu, who was about to exit. "Ah Fu, don’t leave just yet."

Lu Fu’s steps halted. He immediately bowed. "Yes, Master."

Then, Lu Yun took out a piece of dark gold satin from his robes and slowly unfurled it before the three of them.

In the center of the satin lay a piece of jet-black flesh, the size of a fingertip.

The expressions on the faces of Lu Jingjun and the other two instantly froze.

’A piece of black flesh? And it’s pulsating? What... what the hell is this thing?’

Lu Jingjun’s eyes were wide, his mouth agape. It took him a long moment to squeeze out a sentence: "Fa... Father! Wh-what is this?"

Lu Jingwu also chimed in, "First Uncle! Why is this meat black! And it’s moving!"

Lu Fu didn’t speak. He just stared intently at the still-pulsating flesh, his cloudy old eyes filled for the first time with an unprecedented shock.

Lu Yun looked at their alarmed expressions, and the corners of his mouth curved up in a slight smile.

"Eating this will grant you power."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he held the fingers of his right hand together like a blade, and a wisp of earthy-yellow Divine Will True Qi condensed at his fingertips.

The fingertip-sized piece of Immortal Flesh was cut into three roughly equal pieces.

"Eating it... can grant power?"

Lu Jingjun and Lu Jingwu looked at each other, the shock on their faces not diminishing in the slightest.

’A piece of raw, black flesh, and it’s still pulsating. Eating *this* can grant power?’