Chapter 19: I’m a Cultivator. This Is Spirit Pressure
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The patter of raindrops continued.
The rain fild the whole world with a layer of mist, leaving everything blurred and grey.
In the small alley, raindrops kept hitting the black stones of the street, splashing high.
Yi Yue, holding the umbrella, had a look of disbelief on her foxy face.
Ni Yu’s eyes were wide, too. Her mouth was in the shape of an “O” as she gazed at the handso man wearing a straw cape and hat in front of them.
This guy… How dare he say sothing like that?
The Young Master was nothing if not petty. This wouldn’t end well.
Lu Fan narrowed his eyes. He looked at Han Lianxiao through the filter of rain pouring from the edge of the oil-paper umbrella. Han Lianxiao’s smile beca hazy.
Lu Fan laughed. He clapped his hands softly.
“That makes sense. I’m just a paralyzed scholar who appears to know nothing more than poem-writing and girl-chasing. It is bold indeed for to ask for a favor like that of you,” Lu Fan responded.
Han Lianxiao raised his eyebrows a little.
Everyone said that because of his paralyzed legs, Lu Changkong’s son was easily irritated and bad-tempered. Yet, based on what Lu Fan had just said, it seed that the rumors were unreliable.
He actually seed like a very good-tempered guy.
“Since you have made such an accurate evaluation of yourself, Young Master Lu, you might as well get out of the way.” Han Lianxiao motioned gently with the wooden flute.
His voice was soft, but his tone was cold and heartless.
Nie Changqing staggered to his feet.
Blood was still leaking from the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale from the cold rain.
“Young Master Lu, I appreciate that you ca to help, but this is my problem. It won’t do you any good to get involved.”
Nie Changqing’s voice trembled a bit.
“Yet I do have only one favor to ask you, Young Master Lu. I humbly beg that you take my son. He’s just a child. He’s innocent.”
Sitting in his wheelchair, Lu Fan held his chin with one hand and flipped so raindrops off his thin woolen blanket with the other.
The little alley was cramped and extrely narrow, just like the dark, cloudy sky above it.
“Junior Brother Nie, now you are drawing Young Master Lu into sothing he doesn’t need to be involved in. His Excellency’s order was to take you and Shuang’er back. Particularly Shuang’er. His Excellency has been missing him a lot.”
Han Lianxiao flipped the raindrops off his wooden flute as he spoke.
Although his voice was still cordial, the authoritative tone was hard to miss.
Nie Changqing’s face reddened with anger. He stared at Han Lianxiao, his eyes growing wide and intense.
No wonder Han Lianxiao had shown up here. He had co for Nie Shuang!
Slap!
Lu Fan struck one of the armrests of his wheelchair, producing a loud cracking noise.
The explosive sound was like a clap of thunder in the rainy little alley.
Ni Yu jumped.
Yi Yue was startled too. Ning Zhao, who stood at the very front of the group, raised her Cicada Wing Sword a little. Her Qi and blood, along with her Spirit Qi, stirred. Her long silk dress and obsidian hair seed to dance in the air.
Lu Fan raised one hand to slightly dab the corners of his eyes.
“A father’s love is like no other. This kind of love always kills . It reminds of my kind father, who is now waiting for to co ho, safe and sound, and have a al with him.
“It also reminds of the saying, ‘When the tree wants to remain still, the wind keeps blowing; when the child wants to take care of the parents, they’re long gone.'”
Lu Fan looked down with his eyes full of sorrow. Then he looked back up and eyed Han Lianxiao. A dangerous smile crossed his lips.
“I almost forgot to ask where you ca from, sir. In Beiluo City, what gave you the courage to refuse to do a favor?”
Lu Fan’s voice echoed in the narrow, rainy little alley.
Han Lianxiao frowned and stared at Lu Fan. The atmosphere in the alley was growing tenser with every passing second.
Lu Fan’s stare made Han Lianxiao shiver.
Clenching his wooden flute tightly, he forced that budding chill to evaporate with his inner power, which was burning like a furnace.
“You hear ‘Song of the Waves,’ you see Daoist Number Nine, Han Lianxiao. I’m with the Daoists, one of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy,” Han Lianxiao said.
Slap!
As soon as Han Lianxiao finished his sentence, Lu Fan slapped at the armrest again.
“D*mn it! Why didn’t you tell this earlier?”
“Judging from the pretentious way you carried yourself, I thought you were one of the Gold and Silver Guards sent by the Imperial Adviser from the Capital City to take Mr. Nie out. You had worried!”
“A Daoist? Who the heck do you think you guys are? How dare you refuse to do a favor in Beiluo City, my ho?”
Leaning against the wheelchair, Lu Fan sneered at the man in contempt.
The alley was suddenly silent.
Nie Changqing stared at Lu Fan in shock.
He wasn’t sure if Lu Fan was pretending he didn’t know where Han Lianxiao ca from, or if he truly had no idea.
Regardless, could Lu Fan have been any more of a snob and a bully?
A grin flashed across Yi Yue’s foxy face. Ni Yu rolled her eyes. The Young Master was always like this, no matter what the situation.
Ning Zhao raised her sword. A string of raindrops fell off the tip of it. She pointed it right at Han Lianxiao.
Han Lianxiao’s smile faded away. He stared at Lu Fan, seemingly confused about why Lu Fan was acting so presumptuously.
What did he have up his sleeve? This entry-level Grandmaster maid?
“Young Master Lu, what are you doing?” Han Lianxiao’s tone beca cold and annoyed.
“You talk too much.” Lu Fan gestured with his hand. “Sister Ning, take care of him.”
Buzz...
As soon as Lu Fan finished his sentence, the sword in Ning Zhao’s hand started vibrating. Two streams of Spirit Qi in her Qi Core flared up like a fla in a furnace.
It was as if the sword was cutting the curtain of rain in two.
The blinding sword leapt for Han Lianxiao like a lightning bolt.
Raindrops continued to fall from Han Lianxiao’s rain hat as the man ignored Ning Zhao’s charge. Instead, he kept his eyes on Lu Fan.
“A Grandmaster maid. Lu Changkong has made so interesting arrangents for you, that’s for sure. This maid’s got so power. I heard that outside of Beiluo City’s gate, her sword held back four Grandmasters...”
Han Lianxiao’s face lit up again with a broad, amused smile.
He gently raised his wooden flute.
“Young Master Lu, you are not a Grandmaster yourself, so you may have so misunderstandings about the power of Grandmasters. As for the mysterious and powerful Hundred Schools of Philosophy, you know even less. Next to nothing, in fact.”
“As for this maid of yours... Even though her Qi and blood seem pretty special, that doesn’t give you the right to act with such outrageous arrogance.”
Crack!
Han Lianxiao’s wooden flute flashed out to et the point of Ning Zhao’s sword.
When they ca into contact, Ning Zhao felt a chill run down her spine. Her eyes darkened.
The wooden flute suddenly split right where it t the sword.
Nurous tiny wooden strips laced themselves around the sword and ended up locking all of Ning Zhao’s joints.
She couldn’t move at all.
Ning Zhao’s umbrella fell to her feet. The rain began to soak her whole body.
“When it cos to fighting experience, this maid of yours is a re First Resonance Grandmaster. She’s no match for ,” Han Lianxiao said blithely.
He clasped his hands behind his back, completely ignoring the bound Ning Zhao.
As a First Resonance Grandmaster, it would take so ti for her to escape the trap. Han Lianxiao had asked an expert who specialized in chanisms to craft the chanical lock in his wooden flute.
He started walking again, water splashing out from each step in miniature waves.
He locked his eyes on Lu Fan, stepping toward him. Arrogant superiority and cold pride radiated from the man. He looked like so deity who was prepared to act as judge, jury, and executioner for Lu Fan.
Nie Changqing raised his butcher knife.
Han Lianxiao casually slapped the knife away, barely stirring his Qi and blood to do so. It flew up into the air before clattering back to the ground.
Han Lianxiao didn’t even look at Nie Changqing. In his eyes, Nie Changqing was worthless.
The tendons in his hand were destroyed, and his Qi and blood were pretty much dead.
The once-powerful Grandmaster swordsman was now no better than a First-Tier martial arts practitioner.
Han Lianxiao didn’t have ti for that. Instead, he kept walking toward Lu Fan with that sa smile on his face.
“The heavy rain, a narrow alley, and a perfect night for killing. I’ve got the right ti, place, and people around . With everything in my favor, nobody will even know it if I kill you.”
“If I don’t, it’ll be like wasting a perfect chance granted by heaven!”
Han Lianxiao’s voice grew more chilling and creepy with every word. He made no effort to conceal his intent to murder them all.
“Now, let introduce myself one more ti. I’m Han Lianxiao, Daoist Number Nine, a Fifth Resonance Grandmaster.”
He suddenly stomped.
Boom!
Water sprayed away from his stomp in seven-foot-high fountains, as if creating a storm.
Yi Yue’s face changed dramatically. She grabbed her whip and hopped in front of Lu Fan.
But Han Lianxiao rely struck the rain with the flat of his hand, sending countless tiny raindrops into Yi Yue. She flew back, spitting out blood.
Now that Han Lianxiao had decided to kill Lu Fan, he wouldn’t hesitate at all.
He was from the martial arts world, and Lu Fan was the son of the city master of Beiluo City, part of the emperor’s forces.
Once he took action, there was no way out.
He couldn’t afford to leave any evidence behind.
Though the Great Zhou Dynasty was in the middle of a crisis, the Imperial Adviser was still holding the Hundred Schools of Philosophy in check.
Han Lianxiao stared straight at Lu Fan in the wheelchair. Such sweet rosy lips and glowing white teeth!
In his eyes, Lu Fan was pathetic. In the face of death, the cripple couldn’t even run in fear
because of his paralyzed legs.
“Die!” Han Lianxiao roared.
With a straightforward slap, he sent the raindrops before him hurtling forward. As the raindrops flew, he prepared to cut Lu Fan’s throat with the edge of his fingers as a blade.
In the wheelchair, Lu Fan knitted his eyebrows tightly. The rain ca at his face in the wind like tiny cold knives. His clothes were soaked. Behind him, Ni Yu’s legs shook as she clutched the oil-paper umbrella in her arms.
But she didn’t run.
She was simply staring at the frightening monster that Han Lianxiao had beco.
Lu Fan breathed out and slowly closed his eyes.
Ning Zhao had failed, which was unexpected. But that wasn’t all he had.
He could have given Ning Zhao more Spirit Qi. However...
This ti, Lu Fan decided otherwise.
He focused his consciousness.
On the stats page, he withdrew five points from his 6.5 points of Soul Strength.
He could exchange one point of Soul Strength for 10 wisps of Spirit Qi.
Instantly, Lu Fan’s Spirit Qi was boosted from zero to 50 wisps.
Then Lu Fan opened his eyes.
He looked straight into Han Lianxiao’s eyes as Han Linxiao dashed toward him. Lu Fan’s expression was impassive, unshakeable.
His Qi Core was like a furnace.
His consciousness was waving inside him. Lu Fan used the cultivation thod of Daoist Spirit Transmission he had revised for Nie Changqing with the All-thod Furnace.
In the next second, Lu Fan could feel a reaction from the 50 wisps of Spirit Qi in his Qi Core.
Lu Fan still appeared to be sitting quietly in his wheelchair, yet 50 wisps of light blue Spirit Qi started flowing around him, intertwining.
Boom!
A trendous pressure ca out of nowhere.
When that pressure landed on Han Lianxiao, it drove him instantly to his belly on the wet ground in the little alley.
The ridiculous pressure made it almost impossible to look up.
One side of his face was pressed tightly against the ground, where water splashed up nonstop as if trying to get away from him.
His whole body was pinned to the ground. He couldn’t move.
He was shaken.
“What… what is happening?!”
Han Lianxiao’s eyes were full of disbelief, as if he had just seen a ghost.
In the center of the whirling Spirit Qi, Lu Fan gently wiped off the droplets of water that had landed on his thin woolen blanket. He glanced at Han Lianxiao, who was pinned to the ground with his legs splayed out awkwardly behind him.
Lu Fan casually leaned back into his wheelchair and gave the man a half-smile.
“I’m a cultivator. This is Spirit Pressure.”
“An insignificant trick.”
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