novelapdf Chapter 41 Shattering an Earth Immortal
Chapter 41 Shattering an Earth Immortal
The night wind was like a knife, carrying an overwhelming stench of blood as it swept fiercely across the ruins of Cloud Peak Manor. The palm print crater in the center, several meters deep, still hissed with blackened white smoke. At the bottom, a few wisps of lingering golden spiritual energy could be faintly seen—the last remnants of a half-step Earth Immortal crushed to ashes. No one could have imagined that the Ye family patriarch, who had lived for nearly a century and whose power had intimidated the ancient martial arts world of Jiangnan, would be utterly destroyed by a single slap, leaving not even a trace of his remains.
Ye Tiannan knelt beside the palm print pit, trembling like a leaf in the wind. The yellowish-white substance in his crotch had already soaked through his clothes, winding down the cold marble steps. The pungent stench of blood mixed with the stench of filth was carried by the night wind. He didn't even have the strength to lift his head. His eyelids felt as heavy as if they were welded shut, but the same image kept exploding in his mind: that enormous golden hand that blotted out the sky crashed down, and before the Ye family patriarch could even scream, he was smashed to pieces, his soul scattered and turned into atoms, without even a shred of resistance.
That wasn't a fight, that was crushing. It was God crushing ants.
His pride in the Ye family's century-old heritage, his revered ancestor, and the capital he used to bully others—all of these were as fragile as paper before that golden hand. His courage shattered, his pride crumbled, and even his will to live was crushed into the mud by that earth-shattering aura, never to be retrieved again.
Not far away, Lu Yuan lowered his eyes, his fingertips holding a phone already covered in cracks—the one Ye Tiannan had used to show off and threaten him when he made his threats. He didn't even look at the threatening messages still flashing on the screen; he simply tossed it aside, and the expensive phone flew in an arc before falling into the deep pit with a "thud," completely buried by the acrid smoke and dust. Not far away, Lu Yuan stood with his eyes lowered, his fingertips gripping a phone already riddled with cracks—the screen still frozen on the recording of Ye Tiannan's earlier threats, the arrogant voice seemingly still echoing in his ears: "Lu Yuan, if you know what's good for you, hand over what your mother left behind, and have your little bitch sister kowtow and apologize to me, maybe I'll spare your corpse! Otherwise, my Ye family patriarch will personally come and grind you to dust, and raze this wretched manor to the ground!" Lu Yuan tightened his grip slightly, the cracks spreading instantly. Without another glance, he tossed the phone aside, the valuable device arcing through the air before plunging into a deep pit with a thud, completely buried by the acrid smoke. To him, the arrogant words in the recording were nothing more than the barking of an ant.
He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping coldly over Ye Tiannan, who was kneeling on the ground. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, yet they concealed a chilling intent that could freeze one to the bone: "You just said you wanted to raze this manor to the ground and make my sister kowtow and apologize?"
Ye Tiannan froze, his soul nearly leaving his body. He even forgot to breathe and frantically kowtowed, his forehead slamming heavily against the marble steps, drawing blood instantly. He cried out incoherently, "Master Lu! I was wrong! I was talking nonsense! I deserve to die! Please spare me! Spare me!" He didn't even have the right to regret it now. His previous arrogance had vanished completely, leaving only a deep-seated fear—he never imagined that what he was so proud of was nothing but a fart in front of Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan looked down at him, his tone as indifferent as if stating something trivial: "The Ye family? A century of heritage? In my eyes, they are nothing but a bunch of good-for-nothings who rely on their powerful backers. Go back and tell the Ye family in the capital that I will personally come to settle all old scores in three days—your mother's car accident, your provocation at the manor, and all the crimes you committed by relying on Kunlun Mountain's support. I will make the entire Ye family pay for their crimes in blood."
These words struck Ye Tiannan like a thunderbolt, leaving him weak all over and collapsing to the ground, too weak even to kowtow. He knew that Lu Yuan meant what he said, and the Ye family was truly doomed!
"roll."
A single word, spoken softly yet carrying a chilling coldness, like an icicle piercing Ye Tiannan's eardrums. There was no extra emotion, no ripple of emotion, as if swatting a half-step Earth Immortal was as easy as swatting a fly, and Ye Tiannan before him didn't even deserve a single extra word from him.
Ye Tiannan felt as if he had been granted a pardon. The stiffness in his body instantly crumbled, and the instinct for survival overwhelmed all fear and shame. He scrambled to the ground, using both hands and feet, his fingernails digging into the cold cracks in the stone, drawing several bloody marks. He didn't even dare to turn back to pick up the shoe that had fallen on the steps—he was afraid, afraid that if he hesitated even for a second, that world-destroying golden hand would fall on his head, causing him to follow in his ancestor's footsteps and turn into a handful of ashes.
In mid-air, three heavy attack helicopters hovered, their rotors spinning wildly with a deafening roar, yet they dared not move forward an inch. The pilots gripped the control sticks tightly, their knuckles white, their fingernails almost digging into the plastic, their palms drenched in cold sweat, barely daring to breathe.
No one dared to fire a shot, no one dared to land, and no one even dared to breathe loudly.
A half-step Earth Immortal! That's someone who stands at the pinnacle of the ancient martial arts world, someone these mortals aren't even worthy of looking up to. Yet, that seemingly ordinary boy slapped him to death. The few broken guns and armed helicopters in their hands aren't even worthy of tickling that boy; they'll only become a laughingstock and might even bring about their own demise.
Lu Yuan seemed disturbed by the roar. He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the three helicopters in mid-air. His brows furrowed slightly, and his tone carried a hint of impatience: "It's so noisy."
Before he finished speaking, he casually waved his hand, the movement as light as brushing away a speck of dust. But the next second, the three helicopters in mid-air suddenly burst into a blinding burst of sparks at the same time! All electronic equipment instantly failed, the propellers emitted a piercing jamming sound, and the blades that were spinning wildly gradually came to a stop, losing all power.
"Boom—boom—boom—"
Three loud explosions rang out in succession. Three heavy armed helicopters, like three heavy pieces of scrap metal, crashed out of control into the forest at the foot of the mountain, stirring up clouds of dust and flames. The sound of the explosions made the ground tremble slightly.
At the foot of the mountain, Li Qiang slumped in the mud, covered in filth, his face drained of color, his lips trembling, his mouth agape, only emitting meaningless "hoarse" sounds from his throat, his eyes vacant like a walking corpse. He had witnessed the Ye family patriarch being killed, and the three helicopters crashing to the ground. The deep-seated fear had rendered him incapable of speaking—he was thankful he hadn't dared to approach; otherwise, he himself would likely be the one crashing into the woods right now.
Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze, ignoring the earth-shattering commotion behind him, turned around, pushed open the dilapidated bronze door, and stepped into the living room. The living room was a mess, with furniture overturned and walls cracked, but behind the sofa in the corner, a trembling figure was huddled up.
Zhao Tiancheng was still hunched over behind the sofa, his buttocks sticking out, his hands tightly covering his head, trembling like a leaf, barely daring to breathe. The loud noise and roar outside, along with that earth-shattering aura, had almost scared the soul out of him. He didn't even dare to look up, and could only cower there, praying that disaster wouldn't befall him.
Only when the footsteps approached, steady and powerful, did Zhao Tiancheng spring up as if electrocuted. He scrambled to Lu Yuan's side, then knelt down with a thud, his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud. He winced in pain, but dared not utter a single cry.
"Master Lu! Please, Master Lu, spare my life! Please, Master Lu, spare my life!"
Zhao Tiancheng's voice was completely hoarse, as if it had been sanded. This "Master Lu" was uttered with more sincerity and humility than calling his own father. The fear and awe in his eyes were almost overflowing. He knew that the young man in front of him was a ruthless character who could easily kill a half-step Earth Immortal. In front of him, he was not even as good as an ant. If the other party moved a single finger, he could be reduced to ashes.
Lu Yuan didn't look at him. He walked straight to the kitchen sink, turned on the tap, and the cool water washed over his hands, as if what he had just touched wasn't blood, but just a speck of dust. Without turning his head, his tone was flat and devoid of any emotion: "Get up. Clean up the yard."
"Yes! Yes! Clean it up right away! I'll find the best construction team tonight to fill the hole and clean the villa spotless, leaving no trace!" Zhao Tiancheng felt like he had been granted a pardon. He scrambled to his feet, wishing he could fly out to work immediately. As he passed the door, his legs gave way and he slammed hard against the doorframe, his forehead instantly swelling up. But he didn't even dare to rub it. Gritting his teeth, he scrambled out of the living room, afraid that if he was a step too slow, he would displease Lu Yuan.
Inside the restaurant, the soft lighting contrasted sharply with the chaos and bloodshed outside. Lu Qingxue sat at the table, taking small bites of a fried egg, her cheeks puffed out like a cute little hamster, as if the earth-shattering events outside had nothing to do with her.
As the commotion outside subsided, she looked up, a hint of confusion in her clear eyes, and asked Lu Yuan as he walked in, "Brother, was there thunder outside just now? It was so loud!"
Lu Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down, casually pulling out a tissue and handing it to her. The icy look in his eyes melted a little, and his tone softened, carrying a hint of tenderness: "Yeah, a sudden clap of thunder struck and killed a blind old bastard."
He didn't say much, not wanting the bloodshed and darkness to pollute his sister's pure world.
"Eat slowly, don't choke. After you finish eating, I'll take you back to bed."
Lu Qingxue took the tissue and gently wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth. A serious look flashed in her clear eyes as she looked at Lu Yuan and asked softly, "Brother, were you angry just now?"
Lu Yuan paused, looked up at her, and said calmly, "No."
"You're lying." Lu Qingxue puffed out her cheeks, her tone certain. "When you're angry, the air around you gets cold. I was sitting here just now, and even the hairs on my body stood on end. I was so scared."
Looking at his younger sister's innocent yet earnest face, the last trace of anger in Lu Yuan's heart vanished. He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, his movements unusually tender: "Don't be afraid, no one can hurt you. Just now, someone tried to steal our things, and I chased him away."
Lu Qingxue nodded, seemingly understanding, picked up the milk glass in front of her, took a big gulp, and a look of satisfaction appeared on her face. Then she looked up, her eyes filled with dependence and unease, and whispered, "Brother, no matter what happens, don't leave me, okay?"