boyutpedia Chapter 89 The Buried Truth!
Chapter 89 The Buried Truth!
Chapter 89 The Buried Truth!
Lu Xiaobai walked in slowly.
His footsteps were light, barely making a sound as he trod on the rough stone slabs.
He walked silently to Zhang Chulan and stood calmly in front of him.
As he entered, the atmosphere inside the room suddenly became extremely oppressive.
An indescribable chill, originating from the spiritual realm, quietly spread from Lu Xiaobai's body.
This is by no means just physical coldness!
It's not a drop in temperature, but a chilling sensation that directly affects the soul and consciousness.
It was silent, yet it made everyone present tense.
Even the surrounding light seemed to take on a chilling, dim hue.
If Little Fire God Hong Bin were present at this moment, he would be horrified to discover—the chilling aura that permeated the wooden house, making one's soul tremble.
Its essence is exactly the same as the pale white flame that Lu Xiaobai released on the field that day, which seemed to be able to freeze everything!
Lu Gong, who was closest to Lu Xiaobai, was the first to be affected.
The pale blue "Bright Soul" on his hand was still faintly glowing, but now it flickered like a candle in the wind.
His hand froze in mid-air, just inches away from Zhang Chulan's shoulder.
When Lu Xiaobai passed by him, it was as if he didn't exist at all. He didn't stop walking at all, and he didn't even glance at him out of the corner of his eye.
That kind of utter, chilling indifference is more chilling and soul-shaking than any fierce stare!
Suddenly, a tremendous sense of suffocation, originating from the depths of his spirit, instantly gripped Lü Gong!
He felt as if his consciousness was enveloped in invisible ice, and his thoughts became sluggish and rigid.
Faced with this incomprehensible and irresistible instinctive fear, every nerve in his body trembled uncontrollably.
He could no longer use the Soul-Brightening Technique, and even moving his eyes was incredibly difficult. He could only stand frozen in place like a statue whose mind had been frozen.
For a moment, the scene fell into a deathly silence and an eeriness.
Inside the small wooden cabin, five people sat silently, the air thick with the heavy weight of lead.
Lu Xiaobai's calm gaze passed over Zhang Chulan and landed on Lü Ci and Wang Ai, who were sitting opposite him.
His eyes were calm, like two bottomless pools of cold springs, without anger, without provocation, without even a ripple, only a pure, cold indifference.
It was as if the people sitting in front of him were not the Ten Elders who were famous throughout the world of supernatural beings, but two stubborn rocks by the roadside.
Lu Ci's single eye was as sharp as a hawk's, staring intently at Lu Xiaobai, his eyes surging with anger at being offended and a hint of scrutiny that was barely perceptible.
Wang Ai's smile had vanished completely. Her small eyes narrowed into slits, gleaming with a sharp light, conveying both scrutiny and seriousness, but more so a deep-seated calculation.
—
"————Heh————Hehe————Hahahaha!!"
After a long silence, the first thing to break the silence was Lü Ci's signature, somewhat manic laugh.
His shoulders shook from laughing, but his single eye remained fixed on Lu Xiaobai. There was little anger in his laughter; instead, it revealed a strange admiration.
"Young man! You're quite something!"
Lu Ci's laughter gradually stopped, but his remaining eye gleamed with a sharp light.
"In terms of composure and courage alone, you are far superior to most of the old fogies in the world of supernatural beings who rely on their seniority!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over his motionless grandson, a hint of amusement in his voice: "Moreover, it's not just your courage, your methods are truly admirable!"
Faced with Lü Ci's seemingly complimentary but actually sarcastic words, Lu Xiaobai's face remained expressionless, his eyes still cold and indifferent, as if he hadn't heard them at all.
"Oh, haha, you two old gentlemen."
Zhang Chulan quickly seized this opportunity, putting on an innocent smile and awkwardly rubbing his hands together to smooth things over.
"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"
"Xiao Bai—he was just too worried about me, and he's a bit impatient, so he—acted a little too aggressively. He absolutely didn't mean to offend the two seniors!"
"I'm so sorry, haha!"
As he spoke, he subtly nudged Lu Xiaobai's arm, signaling him not to be so stiff.
Immediately, Zhang Chulan's expression turned serious, his smile vanished, and his tone became earnest as he addressed Lü Ci and Wang Ai: "Gentlemen, if you simply want a lie detector test to prove whether I'm lying or not, then I can tell you definitively right now—"
As he spoke, he first glanced at Lu Xiaobai, who was still expressionless beside him, and gestured with his eyes, "Don't worry, I can handle it."
Then, he took a step forward and walked up to Lü Gong, who was still frozen in place.
Under Lü Gong's surprised and uncertain gaze, Zhang Chulan leaned forward and took the initiative to steadily catch Lü Gong's hand, which was still wrapped in blue light and frozen in mid-air!
"My grandfather and my parents back then!"
Zhang Chulan's voice was clear and calm, and he looked at Lü Ci and Wang Ai with a frank gaze.
"They didn't pass on the 'Qi Body Source Flow' technique to me. They only taught me the Golden Light Mantra and Yang Five Thunders of Longhu Mountain."
"In fact, just a week ago, I had never even heard of the name 'Qi Source Flow'!"
Zhang Chulan's words were perfectly flawless!
His grandfather did not directly pass on any other martial arts techniques to him, but instead had Feng Baobao pass them on to him. It was probably the "Old Farmer's Kung Fu" from the Body Source Stream.
As for the name "Qi Body Source Flow", he knew nothing about it before stepping into the world of supernatural beings!
Only after Zhang Chulan took the initiative to investigate was Lü Gong able to barely break free from the immense mental pressure exerted by Lu Xiaobai.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the palpitations in his heart and the lingering chill, and tried to concentrate his mind, activating the Soul-Clearing Technique to detect Zhang Chulan's physical reactions and subtle emotional fluctuations.
As Zhang Chulan predicted, things turned out exactly as he had expected.
Lu Gong withdrew his hand, and the pale blue light on his hand slowly dissipated.
He glanced at Lu Xiaobai beside him with a complicated expression, then turned to Lü Ci and Wang Ai, bowing respectfully as he reported, "Grandpa, Old Master Wang Ai, Zhang Chulan—he really didn't lie."
"Oh?"
"Hehehe————"
Wang Ai's signature voice, which always seemed to carry a smile, rang out once again.
He nodded slightly, and the kind smile returned to his chubby face, but his eyes remained unfathomable.
"Zhang Chulan, please don't misunderstand."
"We two old men are simply curious about the 'Eight Extraordinary Skills' and want to see if they are truly as wondrous and unpredictable as the legends suggest."
"Since there isn't one, then forget it."
He paused, then his smile widened, as if the tense standoff had never happened.
"How about it? Why don't you stay and have a simple meal with us two old men? We can also catch up on your grandfather's story?"
Looking at Wang Ai's smiling face, which resembled that of a kind elder, Zhang Chulan felt a chill rise involuntarily in his heart.
You smiling tiger! You damned old fox!
Who believes it?
He inwardly grumbled, but forced an even brighter smile: "Oh, Mr. Wang, you're too kind!"
"No need for a meal! We wouldn't dare disturb the peace and quiet of you two seniors! Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, then—then we'll take our leave! Hehehe!"
As he spoke, Zhang Chulan immediately turned around, grabbed Lu Xiaobai's wrist, and started to walk towards the door: "Xiaobai, let's go, let's go, don't disturb the two seniors' rest!"
However, just as he was about to pull Lu Xiaobai across the threshold, he shouted, "Stop!"
Lu Ci's deep and oppressive voice slammed heavily onto Zhang Chulan's back like a cold piece of iron!
Zhang Chulan's body stiffened suddenly, and the cold sweat that had just dissipated seemed about to reappear!
Is this old madman going to back out?
He turned around stiffly and slowly, forcing a smile: "Mr. Lü—Mr. Lü, is there anything else you need?"
Surprisingly, Lü Ci's face showed no anger; instead, his single eye held a scrutinizing and—
The complexity is beyond words.
"Zhang Chulan!"
Lü Ci's voice was deep and powerful.
"What I say is what I mean! I promised to tell you about your grandfather, and I won't go back on my word!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan was greatly shocked!
He forcibly suppressed his surging emotions and asked urgently, "Old Master Lü! What—what exactly happened?! Please explain!"
Lu Ci's gaze sharpened, as if piercing through time and returning to that year: "Your grandfather, Zhang Xilin, colluded with the Quanxing heretics! He committed a grave offense against all extraordinary people! He was personally expelled from Longhu Mountain by the Old Celestial Master's master!"
"What?!"
Zhang Chulan was shocked!
Colluding with Quanxing, and then being expelled from the sect?
How could this possibly be the same low-key, reclusive, and kind-faced grandfather I remember?
Looking at Zhang Chulan's face, which had turned deathly pale, Lü Ci's single eye flashed with a barely perceptible light. His voice carried an almost cruel certainty as he uttered the earth-shattering conclusion, word by word: "Your grandfather, Zhang Xilin!"
"It was because of this incident that I comprehended one of the eight extraordinary techniques that was famous throughout the world of supernatural beings—"
"The Source Flow of Qi!"
Every word Lü Ci uttered struck Zhang Chulan's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving him speechless for a long time.