Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family

Chapter 575: Years of Hard Work, Xiahou Wuwo Strikes! (2)

“Thank you for your kindness, Father, but during my trip outside, I also had my own good fortune and obtained a High Grade Breakthrough Elixir,”

Lu Quanzhen was slightly taken aback, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.

In his heart, he couldn’t help feeling sentimental, having such a father, he indeed didn’t need to try so hard.

On his travels, he gained a deeper insight into the lower echelons of the Cultivation World.

He knew that most Loose Cultivators in the Cultivation World were struggling to survive, full of calculations.

Not to mention, just such a High Grade Breakthrough Elixir could make countless Loose Cultivators flock to it, willing to risk their lives for it.

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Immediately after, he took the initiative to recount some of his adventures, sharing what he saw and learned.

“Your willingness to work hard is a good thing, and I am very comforted,”

“But remember, the family will always be your support; you can talk to me about anything,”

Lu Changsheng exhaled softly and patted his son on the shoulder.
It’s good for children to have their own convictions and to be independent.

But he didn’t like them being too independent, relying entirely on themselves for everything. It was okay to ‘freeload’ off the family when necessary.

After all, in the Cultivation World, relying solely on oneself for everything was just too exhausting.

“I understand, Father,”

Lu Quanzhen nodded.

He then expressed his desire to run a shop in the Nine Dragons Market, to experience a different kind of life.

Upon hearing this, Lu Changsheng naturally agreed with pleasure, instructing him to go find Lu Yun to make arrangements within the family.

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Myriad Beasts Mountain Range.

A stronghold of the Qingyun Sect.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Suddenly, a series of terrifying attacks bombarded the stronghold’s Great Formation, causing a huge commotion.

“Audacious! Who dares to attack my Qingyun Sect!”

The False Core Immortal overseeing the stronghold suddenly opened his eyes and rebuked loudly.

With white hair and a youthful face, he was clad in a purple Magical Robe, surrounded by dense purple mist, exuding a terrifying might that put everyone in the stronghold on high alert. ŖàꞐ𝘖ВЁꞩ

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

A figure shrouded in a Black Cloak could be seen wielding a spiritual artifact staff, furiously pounding the stronghold’s Great Formation, causing loud rumbling noises.

“Seeking death!”

The Qingyun Sect’s False Core Immortal flew into a rage upon seeing this, indignant that a mere False Core, unarmed with Magical Treasures, dared to cause trouble at his stronghold.

He immediately soared into the sky, maneuvering the Formation as purple lightning and red sparks filled the void around him, unleashing an attack on the figure in the Black Cloak.

“Hah!”

The figure in the Black Cloak let out a shout, tossed the staff into the air, and it burst forth with brilliant Spiritual Light, which then split from one into two, two into four, four into eight…

In the blink of an eye, they covered the sky and shrouded the entire Formation, continuing the bombardment.

“Heavenly Thunder Art!”

The purple-robed False Core Immortal let out a cold snort, a Dharma Bead filled with purple lightning in his hand appeared.

The thunder around the formation intensified, forming a formidable and fierce Thunder Dragon, dozens of feet in size, charging towards the figure in the Black Cloak with a roar.

“Boom! Boom! Boom—”

In the mountain range, thunderous explosions rang out as the two combatants clashed, their purple lightning and black Spiritual Light intertwining.

After several exchanges, the figure in the Black Cloak seemed to falter, and a Black Great Axe appeared in his hand, swinging with countless dark runes, shaking off the lightning attack and trying to flee.

“You are Xiahou Wuwo!”

The purple-robed elder immediately recognized the identity of the figure upon seeing the Magical Axe.

It was Xiahou Wuwo, the infamous Xiahou Monie, wanted by his sect and the entire Jiang Country Cultivation Realm!

Seeing Xiahou Wuwo attempting to escape, he immediately ascended, shouting, “Demonic Path Thief, where do you think you’re going!”

Although he didn’t know why Xiahou Wuwo suddenly attacked his stronghold,

Encountering him by chance, he naturally would not let him go.

Moreover, his Cultivation Method was of the Thunder type, which was particularly effective against Xiahou Wuwo, and he was confident he could suppress the other party.

“Whooosh—”

Grasping the Heavenly Thunder Dharma Bead, writhing lightning serpents encircled him, transforming into a dazzling streak like a shooting star, chasing down Xiahou Wuwo.

However, not long after,

“Whooosh—”

An endless gust of gloomy wind accompanied by pitch-black clouds swept toward him, exuding a fierce, brutal, and terrifying aura, immediately giving him a bad premonition. He formed hand seals, and a bright purple light enveloped him in a shining armor of thunder.

“Boom!”

From within the black mists, a colossal figure with a bull’s head and a human body emerged out of thin air, massive like a hill.

Its serpentine muscles were etched with terrifying dark runes, while its blood-red eyes and two horns focused ominously on the purple-robed elder.

As soon as this figure appeared, it gazed at the purple-robed elder, its glow terrifying, as if it could shatter souls.

Its massive arms lashed out like dragons winding up from the ground, exuding a towering presence, and struck out with force enough to set off waves of destruction, the air itself exploding layer by layer.

“A Third-Rank Corpse King! No, this is bad!”

The purple-robed elder’s eyes contracted at the sight of the Corpse King barreling towards him, and he immediately realized the terrible situation— he had been lured into a trap.

The other party had deliberately drawn him out to ambush and kill him.

“How does Xiahou Wuwo have a Third-Rank Corpse King, and that too an Earth Grade Bloodline Monster Beast, the Cangmang Ox… Could it be…”

The purple-robed elder had a sudden suspicion.

But without daring to ponder further or hesitate, he quickly formed hand seals, positioning the Heavenly Thunder Bead above his head, unleashing a torrent of tumultuous purple lightning, like a vast ocean, into a web of thunder.

“Boom! Boom! Boom—”

The shadowy light of the massive fist landed amid the mountains, causing a series of deafening explosions, with lightning scattering in all directions, triggering endless aftershocks that turned the surrounding trees and rocks to dust, leaving scorched earth.

The miasma spread while the mighty fist, carrying unspeakable force, continued pounding towards the purple-robed elder.

“Damn it, it’s a Dark Demon Corpse from the Heavenly Corpse Sect!”

The purple-robed elder’s face was extremely grim; he poured his Mana wildly into the Heavenly Thunder Bead and took out several Talismans from his bosom, desperate to fight his way out and escape.