Chapter 78
Chapter 78: Young Master Lu Killing a Philosopher after Three Steps
One was upstairs . The other was downstairs .
Sponsored Content
The two kept looking at each other this way .
The night was deeper . A thick fog covered the moon, making the pale moonlight appear even dimmer .
Sitting in the wheelchair, Lu Fan did not speak . He shook his head after throwing that Mohist giant, who was standing before the window, a look . With his head hanging down, he was playing with the metal piccolo that was becoming colder and colder .
He seemed to be regretting, but no one knew what he was regretting .
Squinting before the window, Mo Beike was looking at Lu Fan playing with the metal piccolo, his eye bags slightly vibrating . That was Wei Yu’s piccolo .
Yinyang School’s necromancers stood on the roof, the veils of their bamboo hats blowing in the wind . The beast machines looked horrendous on the long street .
And with the cold, gloomy wind, the night air was kind of chilly .
Lu Changkong was gazing at Mo Beike who was standing before the window with a cold face .
“Giant, what is this?”
Lu Changkong unsheathed the knife he had been carrying at the waist . His hair was blowing in the wind .
In his body, a wisp of Spirit Qi was flowing out of his Qi Core, as restless as a little snake .
“Alas . ”
Before the window of the hotel…
Mo Beike let out a sigh slowly .
“City Master Lu, why would you rather stay awake? Wouldn’t you like a good sleep until daybreak?”
Mo Beike’s hoarse voice came .
“The whole city is sleeping . Why do you want to be the only one awake?”
“If I fell asleep, I’m afraid I wouldn’t wake up again…,” Lu Changkong said indifferently .
“If I’m correct, the Mohist should have planned this in the other six cities, Beiluo, Drunken Dragon, Tong’an, Pingnan, Yuanchi, and Wangtian . You have been waiting for this night . ”
Mo Beike looked at Lu Changkong . A small smile showed up on his wrinkled face . “Cultivators are unpredictable variables . However, the change in world power is somewhat destined . It’s intolerable for a destined thing to be affected by those variables . So cultivators should be brought under control . They can wait until the world becomes stable again to go on with their cultivation . ”
Mo Beike did not answer Lu Changkong .
Or the Mohist giant was actually speaking to Lu Fan .
Lu Changkong did not respond .
Because the beast machines on the hotel rooftop and the long street had started to move .
As soon as Mo Beike finished speaking, they perceived the hostility around them .
Sponsored Content
Lu Changkong was so gloomy that he almost sweat .
Ni Yu, pushing the wheelchair, was extremely pale . Her legs were slightly shaking .
In the wheelchair, Lu Fan was kind of calm . Despite seeing the beast machines rushing at him and Yinyang School’s necromancers jumping off the roof, he remained cool .
He grasped the metal piccolo unhurriedly .
“You know nothing about cultivators . You claimed cultivators are affecting the big picture of the world, but in fact, it’s you who are breaking taboos with martial force .
“It’s ridiculous that you think you have everything under control .
“However, you know nothing about cultivators,”
Lu Fan said slowly .
“I feel disappointed .
“I thought the Mohist giant had come today, but you are just an impostor . ”
What?
Lu Changkong was shocked with Lu Fan’s remark .
On the second floor, Mo Beike’s eye bags vibrated again .
His piercing eyes were staring at Lu Fan . Then he burst out laughing .
“Mo Beike told me to watch out for Young Master Lu from Beiluo . He was right . That old man is always right . ”
His smile was echoing on the long street .
Then, the fake Mo Beike reached out for his jaw to tear a mask from his face slowly . When the mask had been removed, a face with some evil charm showed up . His pale, thick hair went loose .
The hunchbacked old man’s body changed too . Gradually straightening his back up, he turned out to be a tall, muscular man .
He was completely a different person in an instant .
Lu Fan was still grasping the piccolo . His face looked emotionless .
Lu Changkong sucked the air through his teeth . He recognized who that was .
“Yinyang School’s philosopher… Wei Luan!”
A man of philosopher level!
And he was a philosopher from Yinyang School, the most mysterious school among the Hundred Schools of Philosophy .
In an instant, Lu Changkong was shocked by Mo Beike’s thoughtfulness . He managed to persuade a Yinyang School’s philosopher to come to Beiluo to deal with Lu Fan .
However, Lu Changkong also knew in Hidden Dragon Ridge’s Secret Realm, Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing, one in a white dress and the other in a white robe, killed more than thousands of soldiers, making blood flow across hundreds of miles . As those two’s master, Lu Fan was certainly hard to read .
Sponsored Content
That was why Mo Beike asked Yinyang School’s philosopher Wei Luan to help .
“What did you do to Wei Yu?”
Before the window, Wei Luan’s gray hair was blowing . He took a step forward to jump over the window . With his long robe fluttering, he landed on the street steadily .
The beast machines roared over .
Yinyang School’s necromancers ran at high speed on the roofs nearby .
They surrounded Lu Fan and others .
Lu Changkong was very nervous . His body tensed up . The presence of a philosopher put him hugely pressured .
As calm as usual, Lu Fan was sitting in the wheelchair playing with his metal piccolo .
Boom!
The flagstones on the street cracked . A tiger machine growled like a real tiger and jumped into the air with moonlight shining on its metal body, reflecting a cold and hostile luster .
“Wei Yu… The woman playing with worms?”
“Don’t worry about her . It was an easy death,”
Lu Fan said .
He swung the metal piccolo in his hand lightly .
Buzz…
Spirit Qi was surging and rippling . A sharp piccolo sound suddenly came .
The piccolo disappeared in an instant . When it showed up again, it was already at the end of the tiger machine’s tail…
The tiger machine was pierced entirely through . Jiguan School’s disciples inside the beast machine were also pierced through by the metal piccolo and were bleeding heavily .
The tiger machine fell apart . With its parts falling before Lu Fan, a gale started .
Lu Fan’s white clothes were fluttering in the wind .
The metal piccolo hung in the night sky as beads of crystal blood dripped from it .
Lu Fan glanced at Wei Luan who was far away with a cold face .
He pressed the palm of his hand down .
Instantly…
The metal piccolo fell, and a wolf machine was nailed on the ground, unable to move even a little bit .
His movement was gallant . With such elegance, two beast machines were eliminated .
The Yinyang School’s necromancers, who were there, opened their eyes widely .
Squinting, Wei Luan said in a low angry voice, “Deploy the formation!”
Sponsored Content
Yinyang School’s necromancers acted . When they took off their bamboo hats, these people seemed to blend into the darkness .
They jumped out one after another, charging down at Lu Fan .
Lu Changkong struck one of them hard with his knife .
Puff…
However, this necromancer turned into black fog . Hence, Lu Changkong failed to get him .
These necromancers kept turning into thick fogs in the air and disappearing . When they showed up again, they had been in a completely different place .
Lu Changkong’s forehead was covered with beads of sweat .
Even though he was a martial arts Grandmaster, he felt somewhat threatened, as if these necromancers would turn up next to him anytime .
Ni Yu was so scared of this spooky scene that she crouched down on the ground .
At this moment, she really wished she could sleep soundly like Luo Cheng, but unfortunately, her strength did not allow her to do that .
Facing this spooky scene, Lu Fan slowly took a chess piece out of the box beside the armrest of the wheelchair .
The moonlight shone through the thick fog on Lu Fan’s face and the Spirit Pressure Chessboard, which were both giving off a gentle luster .
He held the chess piece between the middle finger and the forefinger .
Those Yinyang School’s necromancers around him were coming and going like a shadow . And with the fog, they appeared to be more like ghosts .
No matter where the wind came from, the east, the west, the south, or the north .
Lu Fan rolled up his sleeve and placed the chess piece on the chessboard unhurriedly .
As soon as the chess piece was placed…
A dreadful Spirit Pressure was released .
Buzz…
The world seemed to be distorted in an instant .
Boom! Boom!
In the thick fog, two blood fogs exploded .
Two Yinyang School’s necromancers did not escape in time . They were squashed into pieces . Meanwhile, the others landed on the rooftop in nearby buildings, shocked and frightened .
“Showy,”
Lu Fan said slowly .
He did not place another chess piece on the chessboard .
Instead, he handed the chessboard to Ni Yu while gazing at Wei Luan .
He stood up from his wheelchair . His clothes were even whiter than snow .
Wei Luan’s pupils slightly contracted when he saw Lu Fan stand up, just like how Wei Yu reacted when she had seen him stand up .
“You might become the first philosopher from the Hundred Schools who dies in Beiluo,”
Lu Fan said .
“Don’t worry . I’m a kind person . I will give you a swift death as that of your apprentice’s . ”
Wei Luan’s pupils contracted . His gray hair was blowing .
He bit through his finger and touched the center of his forehead lightly, leaving a drop of blood there . Then he moved his finger down along the bridge of his nose . Soon, a weird pattern appeared on his face .
It was Yinyang School’s spell .
All of a sudden…
On the street, Wei Luan’s body became blurry .
Things could be created from nothing . Then one turned into two, two turned into three, and then into five .
Wei Luan turned into five persons .
Lu Fan stayed calm .
Then a dark airflow surged around him .
He took one step forward .
Tong…
The entire Beiluo City seemed to be quaking .
The five faces of Wei Luan shook in the same manner .
Lu Fan took the second step .
The five Wei Luan all felt tremendous pressure . They could not help but kneel down .
Lu Fan took the third step .
The five Wei Luan were all kneeling on the ground, with their heads hanging down . They finally showed their fear .
Lu Fan was standing before Wei Luan with his hands behind the back .
The dark airflow turned into a sharp knife, which was suddenly brandished .
The heads of all of the five Wei Luan were sent flying .
He left the world as quietly as his apprentice Wei Yu did, like a silent and beautiful withering autumn leave .