Chapter 207 - 112: Harvesting the Immortal Flesh

Chapter 207: Chapter 112: Harvesting the Immortal Flesh

"You may."

When Lu Yun’s simple word fell, Zhou Lie, who was kneeling on the ground, froze completely.

’You may? Elder Lu said... I may?’

He raised his head and stared at Lu Yun with wide eyes, his stern face breaking into a look of incredulous ecstasy.

Then, Zhou Lie kowtowed three more times, each one heavy and loud. The force was so astonishing that he actually cracked the concrete floor!

"Thank you, Master!"

As the saying goes, it’s cool in the shade of a large tree. Although Zhou Lie was all muscle, he wasn’t stupid in the slightest.

He knew all too well that with a Grandmaster of Divine Intent as his backer, if he ever reached the threshold of the Grandmaster of Divine Intent Realm himself... he could come to Yun Port City and ask his master for help again!

Kneeling there, the smile on Zhou Lie’s face nearly split his face from ear to ear.

Lu Yun was very satisfied with his performance. Naturally, he had his own calculations.

Lu Yun had been planning to build a powerful organization to search for the whereabouts of Immortality Crystals or Immortal Flesh for him.

But this required manpower, influence, and informants spread across the land.

The small Yun Port City alone was far from enough. Now, things were perfect—the power of an entire province had just delivered itself to his doorstep.

Shun’an Province was separated from Yun Port City by Yifeng Province. With an expert at the Peak of Huajin Grandmaster like Zhou Lie holding the fort, plus the fact that his brother-in-law was a provincial Military Governor...

This was exactly the kind of power Lu Yun needed.

What’s more, the Daxia New Country was in complete chaos. The Emperor in Yanjing wouldn’t last much longer.

Warlords everywhere were making moves, the Western Countries were watching like hungry tigers, and the Yellow Heaven Corps had suddenly appeared and occupied Jiangze Province...

With the power of a neighboring province, Lu Yun could better ensure the stability of Yun Port City.

This deal was simply too good to pass up.

Not long after, in the villa’s living room, Lu Yun sat on the main sofa, still dressed in his black tunic suit.

At this moment, the room was filled with people.

Lu Jingteng and Lu Jingjun stood to one side, while his two daughters-in-law, Shen Luoying and Li Zhiyu, stood on the other.

His six grandchildren poked their small heads out curiously, sizing up the group of strange men who had appeared in the living room.

Lu Fu stood off to the side, a camera he had bought from Great Britain set up before him.

The thing was black and bulky, with a gleaming lens. It was worth a small fortune.

According to Lu Yun’s rules, every disciple had to have a photo taken during their acceptance ceremony to be hung on the wall.

Before him, Zhou Lie knelt on the ground.

The tall and formidable man now knelt obediently before Lu Yun, his posture as respectful as a brand-new apprentice.

’Face? Dignity? The airs of a Grandmaster of Huajin? None of that matters in front of a Grandmaster of Divine Intent.’

After all, a true master always maintains the heart of an apprentice.

Behind Zhou Lie stood his disciples, a dumbfounded look on each of their faces.

They looked at each other, their faces filled with bewilderment.

None of them had expected that by following their master on a trip to Yun Port City, their Bao Hu Tiegu Hall would suddenly gain a grandmaster!

And this grandmaster was the first Grandmaster of Divine Intent in all of Daxia!

However, bewilderment soon gave way to elation. The eyes of the Bao Hu Tiegu Hall disciples grew brighter and brighter.

They looked at their master kneeling in front, then at Lu Yun sitting in the seat of honor, and their hearts swelled with excitement.

’Master is as reliable as ever!’

’We’ve only been in Yun Port City for a few hours, and he’s already found such a massive tree for our hall to lean on!’

They secretly exchanged glances, each smiling more brightly than the last.

Lu Fu stood behind the camera, adjusted the angle, and raised his hand. "Ready!"

After a "CLICK!", a flash of white light filled the room.

The image was captured. In the photograph, Lu Yun sat calmly in the seat of honor.

Zhou Lie knelt before him, holding a teacup steady with both hands, his stern face filled with reverence.

This photograph would be hung on the walls of the Lu Family residence, a testament to another of Lu Yun’s disciples.

A short while later, outside the Lu Family’s gate, Zhou Lie strode at the very front, his steps large and steady, his spirits high.

His disciples hurried to keep up behind him. The head disciple’s gaze fell on his master’s face.

Finally, he couldn’t help but speak up. "Master, you look injured. Should we find a doctor?"

He had to ask. Zhou Lie’s face was a complete wreck: his nose was bruised purple, his left eye socket was swollen high, a large contusion covered his right cheek, and the corner of his mouth was split.

He looked like he had just been held down and pummeled for an hour. Where was the awe-inspiring presence of a Grandmaster of Huajin?

Breaking through one’s limits couldn’t be achieved with just a few light punches.

Before the disciple ceremony just now, Lu Yun had actually let loose and beaten him.

He only controlled his strength enough not to kill Zhou Lie; otherwise, he had beaten him half to death.

Zhou Lie’s body, which could withstand bullets from an ordinary handgun, had been beaten into this bruised and swollen state.

One could only imagine how heavy Lu Yun’s blows had been. Any other Grandmaster of Huajin would have been hammered into a meat patty long ago.

Hearing his head disciple question his injuries, Zhou Lie paused and boomed.

"Nonsense! I learned the Iron Bone Technique before I even learned to walk. How could I possibly be injured?"

"These are merely superficial wounds! They’ll be healed in a little while!"

Seeing how his master spoke with such certainty and righteous confidence, the head disciple wisely shut his mouth. He had no desire to be on the receiving end of his master’s iron fist.

What he didn’t know was that ever since being thrashed by Lu Yun, Zhou Lie had been enduring the agony of every bone in his body groaning in protest, the churning of his organs as if they had been rearranged, and the fiery sting on his face.

Countless times, Zhou Lie wanted to open his mouth and cry out, to wail and vent his pain.

But in the end, he held it in. As the saying goes, a real man never shows weakness in front of others.

This was a creed etched into his very bones since he began learning martial arts as a child. That’s why he was now walking with the swagger of a tiger, not even letting his brow furrow.

As they walked, Zhou Lie suddenly stopped, and the group of disciples behind him followed suit.

"Let’s go! We’re going to settle the score with that damned Ba Fuxi Bang, and then we’ll head back to Shun’an Province!"

He needed a punching bag, a target on which he could unleash all this excruciating pain.

Those blind bastards from the Ba Fuxi Bang were the perfect choice.

The head disciple looked at the savage grin spreading across his master’s bruised and swollen face and shivered for some reason.

’If it weren’t for their ambush, if they hadn’t pulled out guns and knives, we wouldn’t have been delayed for so long, and we wouldn’t have... huh? Actually, this has nothing to do with the Ba Fuxi Bang, does it?’

The head disciple shook his head to clear the thought. ’Forget it. Why bother with justice when dealing with gang scum? It’s their fault, period.’

Everyone else had left the living room. The vast space fell silent, leaving only Lu Yun sitting on the main sofa.

He looked down at the one-inch-long, pitch-black iron box in his hand, which was fastened with a delicate iron lock.

Lu Yun studied it for a moment, then reached out his right hand and squeezed the lock with his five fingers.

CRACK! He snapped the hard iron lock right off.

Lu Yun casually lifted the lid. Inside, a palm-sized, half-inch-thick piece of black flesh lay quietly, pulsating rhythmically.

This was the largest piece of Immortal Flesh he had ever seen, at least ten times the size of the one he had obtained in Nanfu City!

Last time, after setting aside a small piece for Jing Jun and Ah Fu, he had gained a total of 202 modified value points from that piece of Immortal Flesh.

’What about this time? If I ate the whole thing, wouldn’t I get more than two thousand modified value points?’

Lu Yun stared at the pulsating black flesh, a sharp glint in his eyes.

’This Zhou Lie fellow must have emptied out the Zhou Family’s entire treasury, didn’t he?’

Lu Yun suppressed his excitement. He didn’t eat it right away, nor did he plan to eat all of it.

Such a large piece of Immortal Flesh could not only provide him with a massive amount of modified value, but also help cultivate Jing Jun and the others.

There was something else Lu Yun had to do now. He took out the Immortal Flesh, wrapped it carefully in a silk cloth, and placed it inside his clothes, close to his body.

In a remote room in the corner of the West Courtyard, snores rose and fell one after another that night.

Four servants lay on four beds. Having worked hard all day, they were now all sleeping like logs, their snores thundering through the room.

In the darkness, a man on one of the beds suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhou Daniu lay ramrod straight on the bed, staring wide-eyed at the dark ceiling.

’Can’t sleep. I can’t sleep at all.’

Ever since he broke through to the Anjin Realm, he had been feeling an unbearable heat throughout his body.

The power, suspected to be from the Tai Sui Flesh, surged within him like boiling water, putting Zhou Daniu in a constant state of arousal.

But the most agonizing part was the images in his mind.

The lovely figure in pink he had seen in the garden during the day was seared into his mind like a branding iron.

The Lady of the Lu Family, Shen Luoying, with her full, proud figure, her skin as smooth as jade, the allure in her every glance and smile.

Zhou Daniu’s breathing grew heavier and heavier, his Adam’s apple bobbing incessantly.

After indulging in those wonderful fantasies for a moment, he silently threw back his covers and sat up stealthily.

As someone in the Anjin Realm, Zhou Daniu’s control over his body far surpassed that of an ordinary person. Every step he took on the floor was as light as a cat’s, not making the slightest sound.

He walked to the door, gently slid the bolt, and pushed it open a crack. He glanced back at his three roommates, who were still fast asleep, their snores like thunder.

The next moment, Zhou Daniu slipped out and gently pulled the door shut behind him. Outside, the moonlight was as fluid as water. He raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

That was where the Lu Family’s female servants lived. In that instant, several faces flashed through Zhou Daniu’s mind.

The young, pretty maids, and many other beautiful women he had never dared to look at twice before.

Then, a smile slowly crept onto Zhou Daniu’s lips. The woman on his mind now was Meng Meihua, the stewardess in charge of the female servants in the West Courtyard.

In her thirties, she was still full of charm, with a voluptuous and graceful figure that rivaled that of the family’s lady, Shen Luoying.

Her face wasn’t quite on the same level, but she could still be considered beautiful and captivating.