Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 91 Sweeping Away the Quanxing Sect, Another Wave?

That night, a Quanxing stronghold in North China was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The colorful lights illuminated the debauchery inside, where all sorts of members of the Quanxing gang indulged in sensual pleasures, occasionally erupting in cheers.

"Hahaha, that Ding Shian is really useless. He said he was two heroes, but he still lost to a mere brat."

A bald, burly man downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, his face flushing red.

Boasting after drinking is always more likely to bring satisfaction.

He waved his hand dismissively, then boasted, "If you ask me, the 'True Martial Demon Lord' is just lucky he didn't run into us. When the time comes, if we go together, even if he has extraordinary abilities, he'll still have to leave his life behind."

"We'll show that kid what true invulnerability is!"

He was surrounded by a group of Quanxing demons who had joined in the commotion. Some looked at the man with disdain, others with admiration, but all of them offered him toasts with flattery.

Under the influence of alcohol, people not only become arrogant and conceited, but also dull-witted.

Just as the Quanxing demons were singing, dancing, and making a ruckus inside their hideout, the Demon Lord arrived.

Outside the gate, Lü Qian, dressed in a Taoist robe, hung his bundle next to a street lamp and slowly walked to the gate.

He looked through the window at the chaotic scene inside and the cacophony of sounds around him, then calmly took his hand out of his robe sleeve.

"It wasn't easy. We've been searching for days, and finally caught a whole nest of them."

He half-turned his wrist, and a Tai Chi force manifested, wrapping around his palm. Yin and Yang, softness and hardness transformed into each other. In the blink of an eye, the force in his hand expanded rapidly like a cotton candy, but then condensed into a ball in the next instant.

"boom!"

Lu Qian reached out and pressed his hand on the door panel, and with tremendous force, he tore the recently replaced steel door apart and pushed it violently into the room.

As if the roar of cannons drowned out all other sounds, the shattered steel door, with immense force, smashed and killed many Quanxing members along its straight path.

"Bang!"

The broken door slammed directly into the inner wall, and two or three Quanxing demons were dragged along and slammed against the wall.

Bright red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out due to the immense pressure.

Lu Qian walked in through the open entrance hall.

"This humble Taoist priest, Lü Qian, shall begin my attack!"

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves, and the Tai Chi force in his arms generated tremendous wind pressure, which transformed into sharp sword blades that pierced straight at the Quanxing demon blocking his way.

"what!"

Before the Quanxing demons present could recover from the shock of the gate being blasted open, wind blades swept in from all directions, piercing their vital points.

Fresh blood spurted out from the torn neck of the Quanxing demon, blooming into blood flowers, the bright "petals" scattering everywhere, the warm blood instantly bringing them back to their senses.

One problem is not resolved before another arises.

This wasn't like playing a video game and slaying monsters. Lü Qian moved swiftly, stepping on the water ripples that appeared out of nowhere, and quickly moved through the densely packed hideouts.

At this moment, a flash of golden fire appeared and disappeared in Lü Qian's eyes, just like his phantom-like figure, appearing and disappearing quickly, leaving only more and more corpses falling on the spot.

Some of these corpses were headless, some were missing their abdomens, and some were blasted into a pile of rubble.

As time went by, the ripples within the hideout became more and more pronounced, and the sound of the surging tide gradually rose along with the waves.

Lu Qian's Taoist robe billowed, making him look much more robust. At this moment, he was surrounded by a water-like force, as if he were walking on waves.

Every movement of its was accompanied by the tides and waves, making it look incredibly mysterious.

"what!"

The Quanxing demon was surrounded by endless waves, feeling as if his whole body was shackled, as if he were truly trapped in the surging waves, unable to extricate himself.

Their movements all slowed down, the force of the surging waves pulling them to their feet, where they awaited Lü Qian's fatal blow.

Screams and blood quickly filled the entire hideout. The ground, ceiling, and walls were covered with splattered blood and fragments of entrails, making for a very gruesome scene.

"I heard you call me 'True Martial Demon Lord'?"

Amidst the surging waves, Lü Qian stood suspended in mid-air, stepping on the spray, and slowly walked towards the last surviving bald giant.

Although his steps were slow, propelled by the waves, Lü Qian arrived in front of the bald, burly man in the blink of an eye.

He stood upright on the crest of the wave, his hands tucked into his robe sleeves, his golden eyes flashing with fire, his indifferent gaze as if he were looking at a corpse.

"You...you...you......"

The bald, burly man looked at the corpses all around him, a chilling cold rising from the soles of his feet and rushing straight to his alcohol-numbed brain.

His face was deathly pale, and cold sweat poured from his forehead.

The body temperature, which had been ignited by the alcohol, dropped sharply, as if it had gone directly from the sweltering heat of summer to the bitter cold of deep winter.

"Enough, I won't argue with the dead."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a wave surged up from the sea, rolling and transforming into a giant wave two zhang in size, which swept the bald, burly man into it.

The bright red blood spread across a large area as the force of the attack propagated.

Without even glancing at the hellish scene inside the hideout, Lü Qian stepped out with a cold expression.

A powerful force, like surging tides, pressed down beneath his feet, yet his robes remained spotless.

He walked out of the hideout, took his bundle from a street lamp, and carried it on his back.

"【True Martial Demon Lord】? That title doesn't sound good. What kind of Taoist name should I choose?"

"After Chunyang Lu Zu came Chongyang Zu Shi, what should I call him?"

He walked along the streetlights, his muttering to himself fading into the distance with the night breeze.

……

Wudang Mountain

Winter had arrived, and the once verdant Wudang Mountain now appeared somewhat desolate.

Zhou Meng carried an oil lamp to the front of the cave behind the mountain. Just as he lit the lamp and was about to go in, a loud and furious roar suddenly came from inside.

"idiot!"

He walked in slowly, carrying the oil lamp in one hand and a lunchbox in the other, as if nothing was amiss.

Since Wang Ye entered the cave a few months ago, the three brothers, who were originally as withered as rotten wood, have gradually come back to life.

But this vividness was too vivid; to be precise, it should be called burning with rage.

Stepping into the cave, Zhou Meng staggered to the outer perimeter of the stone chamber, where the roars of Hong Yin and the other two inside were clear and loud.

"Kid, are you a donkey? You won't move forward unless I kick you?"

"Seniors, I really have no ambition. Why don't you just let me go? I promise to forget all about you and Qimen. I just want some peace and quiet."

"Pah, you're asking for peace and quiet, you're just lazy!"

"Being quiet and inactive doesn't mean doing nothing, nor does it mean doing everything; it means doing what you can. You don't even have the strength, so where are you going to find quiet and inactive?"

"Senior brother, junior brother, in my opinion, this Wang boy has had it too easy. He hasn't experienced much hardship and thinks too simply about the world."

"Yes, let's give him extra training. It's better for him to suffer in our hands than to be defeated outside."

"Help!"

Wang Ye's voice was heartbreaking and brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it, but Zhou Meng remained calm as he walked in carrying an oil lamp and a lunchbox.

Upon seeing Zhou Meng, Wang Ye did not feel excited at the sight of a savior; instead, he quickly covered his head.

"Alright, fellow disciples, take a rest first. As for Xiao Wang, you should get some sleep."

"Thump!"

Zhou Meng flashed behind Wang Ye, and after a thud, he slowly sheathed his hand.