Chapter 108: Killed with a Single Palm Strike?
“East Pole City.” Above the horizon, Wang Ran’s eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the city sprawling across the ground not far off. His figure swiftly descended.
As he passed through a certain street, a surge of spiritual power swept out, snatching a figure from a teahouse into the air and placing them atop a giant brush.
The figure was dazed for a moment, then looked up at the two before him in surprise.
“Big brother? Cousin?”
“Little brother?” Yao Jianjia exclaimed with joy upon seeing the person.
The young man from the Yao family was deeply moved. After catching up for a while with Yao Jianjia, he suddenly knelt before Wang Ran and kowtowed heavily.
“Big brother, words cannot express my gratitude. If one day you need anything from me, I am willing to serve you like a beast of burden!”
The Yao family youth was loyal and sentimental. He was also clever enough to realize that before Yao Jianjia’s strength was restored, he and his sister could only rely on this young man before them.
“Don’t be foolish. She’s my senior sister. Even if you don’t ask, I’ll rescue her,” Wang Ran said, waving his hand in midair to lift the youth up. Then, hands clasped behind his back, he gazed toward the northern part of the city.
There, a grand mansion bustled with activity. People continuously arrived bearing congratulatory gifts, and the large plaque above the estate read “Lu Residence.”
“Xiao Hei, take good care of my senior sister,” Wang Ran patted the black giant brush and then looked up slightly. A faint murderous aura flickered around him as he said, “Now, it’s time to show some real skill!”
With that, he stomped his foot, transforming into a rainbow light that shot through the sky, heading rapidly toward the Lu Residence.
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Inside the Lu Residence, streams of people came and went like flowing water. Cultivators arrived one after another, bearing gifts. The commotion was such that the threshold was nearly worn down. Piles of spirit jade and spirit tools glittered before the mansion.
In the front courtyard, Lu Qiming and the head of the Lu family chatted with prominent officials of East Pole City, doing their utmost to win their favor for the Lu family’s future dominance.
Other affairs inside the mansion were overseen by a regal and elegant woman, who commanded the Lu family disciples with an arrogant air.
“This hairpin is nice. Send it to my room later. That spirit tool is for Ming’er; have them take it to the armory...”
Her mouth never rested as she distributed the gifts, secretly pocketing many valuable items.
She was the second wife taken after the death of the Yao family head, Yao Jianjia’s stepmother. Later, she had an affair with the Lu family head and, after the Yao family patriarch’s death, handed the entire Yao family over to the Lu family to please her lover.
If not for her betrayal and unfaithfulness, the Yao family would not have been destroyed, and Yao Jianjia would not have been sealed.
She was a venomous and treacherous woman.
“Heh, the Lu family sure is arrogant,”
Suddenly, a voice filled with scorn echoed from the sky above. Though not loud, it resonated throughout the Lu Residence.
Many looked up in surprise. The Lu family head frowned, staring at the sky.
No matter who the intruder was, to come on the Lu family’s day of celebration not through the main gate but flying in from the sky was undoubtedly rude and disrespectful.
“Who dares trespass on the Lu family’s territory?” The elegant woman was the first to express displeasure, raising an eyebrow at the unfamiliar young man hovering on his sword overhead.
The youth smiled faintly and said loudly, “Madam, please do not misunderstand. On the Lu family’s joyous day, I naturally come bearing gifts.”
“Oh?” Upon hearing the word “gifts,” the woman immediately softened, greed flashing in her eyes. “If it is a gift, then I shall overlook this disrespect. What gifts does this young friend bring?”
From just this brief interaction, Wang Ran knew what kind of person she was—vain to the extreme, a true scoundrel. But the grand gift he had brought today was likely to disappoint her.
Wang Ran waved his hand, and suddenly streaks of light shimmered in the sky, forming rows descending downward. At the same time, his laughter echoed across the land.
“This gift I bring to the Lu family is truly one of a kind in this world!”
As the light faded, everyone was horrified to see that the glowing objects were rows upon rows of coffins!
This was his so-called grand gift?
Many broke out in cold sweat.
The Lu family head slammed his hand on the table, about to explode in anger, but when he recognized one of the coffins, he froze.
Isn’t this the coffin from my grandfather’s burial?
Wait, the others look familiar too.
That one belongs to the great-grandfather, that one to the ancestor three generations back, and that one to the ancestor before him...
Staring at the neatly arranged coffins of his family’s ancestors, the Lu family head was stunned, unable to react.
“How about it? Does my gift of ‘your family’s ancestors for eighteen generations’ move you?” Wang Ran teased from the sky, hands behind his back.
The Lu family head snapped out of it, eyes wide, breathing heavy. “You... you damned brat! Did you dig up my family’s ancestral graves?”
As soon as he spoke, the guests all froze, then erupted into uproar.
“What? Those are coffins of the Lu family ancestors?”
“Could it be... this guy really dug up the Lu family’s ancestral tombs?”
“Oh my god, to desecrate ancestral graves... what kind of hatred must he harbor to do such a thing?”
“To do this on the Lu family’s day of celebration—does he want to die?”
“Who is this guy? How can he be so ruthless?”
The prominent figures of East Pole City were caught completely off guard, their faces filled with shock.
Lu Qiming, the Lu family’s eldest son, was stunned as well. He pointed at the row of coffin lids on the ground and blankly asked, “Father, are those old ancestors of ours in those broken things?”
“They’re not broken things; those are your grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-great-grandfather’s coffins!” The Lu family head shouted in frustration, raising an eyebrow. His outburst even caused some cultivators to chuckle softly.
Their laughter only deepened the Lu family head’s darkened expression. Wang Ran’s act of using the family’s ancestors to make a scene was a slap in the face of the Lu family in front of all East Pole City cultivators.
Lu Qiming’s expression also darkened. He glanced at Wang Ran, who only had the strength of a Foundation Establishment Grand Master, with disdain. Rising on his sword, he spoke in a tone that demanded retribution.
“How dare you, a mere whelp, humiliate the Lu family? How audacious! With me, Lu Qiming, here today, I will cut you down without mercy!”
His aura was imposing as he unleashed the spiritual pressure of a half-step Golden Core cultivator, crushing all around him.
Many cultivators in East Pole City applauded in admiration.
“Lu Qiming truly is the prodigy of the Lu family. Such a young age with this strength—looks like the Lu family will soon have another Golden Core expert.”
“His pressure wasn’t this strong before. This must be his true power. That kid is doomed!”
“Heh, how reckless to pick a fight with the Lu family. Does he think they’re pushovers?”
“Just a madman courting death. Not worth bothering with.”
Everyone discussed and judged eagerly, looking down on Wang Ran’s provocative act. The Lu family was a powerful clan holding East Pole City for centuries; how could they fear a mere youth? Their eyes regarded Wang Ran with scornful laughter.
Seeing Lu Qiming take action, the Lu family head’s anger gradually subsided. Trying to save face, he said, “Rest assured, with my son’s intervention, this challenger will be defeated within three exchanges.”
Other cultivators smiled in agreement, convinced it was true. Even if the Lu family head exaggerated, that youth certainly wouldn’t last ten exchanges.
Meanwhile, in the sky, Wang Ran’s gaze was calm. He sneered lightly at the aggressive Lu Qiming and frowned in mock confusion.
“Who are you? Adults are talking; kids should keep quiet. Go away!”
He waved his hand impatiently, releasing a not-too-dense wave of spiritual energy that swept over Lu Qiming like swatting flies, manifesting as a massive palm of spiritual power.
Lu Qiming’s face darkened. He hastily dispatched a burst of spiritual energy to dispel the attack, but as the giant spiritual palm approached, he realized it was far more powerful than he expected—an unstoppable force.
Even the top prodigy Lin Jun in their sect had never encountered such power.
Lu Qiming regretted it, but it was too late. With a deafening crash, the once majestic and arrogant Lu Qiming’s body suddenly shattered into a bloody mess, scattering across the sky.
In an instant, the entire Lu Residence fell into deadly silence, all faces frozen in shock.