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Chapter 223: Stone Annihilates Internal Organs, All Are Slain
"Senior Cultivator?!"
The sudden turn of events came like a bolt from the blue.
No one had expected the gray-clad man, who had been merely observing from the sidelines, to suddenly flee.
Not only was Ma Gu taken aback—despite having been on high alert—but the Liu Yun Zong disciples were utterly stunned.
They had fought with everything they had, refusing to retreat even in the face of Ma Gu’s terrifying swordsmanship—because they had known the senior cultivator stood behind them, a shield of reassurance.
They believed that as long as they held their ground, the moment they were overwhelmed, the elder would step in.
Then, no matter how formidable Ma Gu was, he would be no match.
The gap between Nei Fu Jing and Jin Gu Jing was not something mere swordplay could bridge.
But now… the elder had fled without a fight?
For a moment, the Liu Yun Zong disciples still locked in battle could not accept it.
"Run? Can you really get away?"
Lu Qing smirked lightly, his finger flicking forward.
A piercing whistle split the air—
a single Stone tore through the atmosphere, streaking toward the gray-clad man who had already fled dozens of zhang away.
In the blink of an eye, it reached his back.
"What?!"
The fleeing man felt an overwhelming sense of doom surge from his back, his heart jolting with terror. Without thinking, he threw himself sideways, rolling desperately—just barely avoiding the fatal strike.
Boom!
The Stone struck the Imperial Road with explosive force, blasting a massive crater into the ground.
The man’s pupils contracted violently. A tiny Stone—how could it possess such power? If it had struck him, he’d be dead in an instant.
But before he could even catch his breath, his body suddenly trembled.
Stunned, he looked down at himself—
and saw a gaping hole torn through his chest, passing clean through from front to back. His heart was already pulverized.
Only then did the second gust of wind reach his ears.
He lifted his head, staring at Lu Qing with disbelief etched into his eyes.
"Feinting with sound, your hidden weapon mastery has reached such a level… Your Stone moves faster than sound itself. You are no mere Qi Xue Jing cultivator. Even a true An Qi Zong Shi couldn’t match this. Who… who are you?"
Though his heart was destroyed, the formidable vitality of a Nei Fu Jing cultivator kept him alive for a few more breaths.
One last gasp of life fueled his will to uncover the truth—otherwise, he would die with his soul unfulfilled.
"Why ask so many questions, dying man?"
Lu Qing showed no interest in answering.
His finger flicked once more—
another Stone shot forth, piercing straight through the man’s forehead.
The fatal blow shattered his remaining strength.
His body convulsed once, then collapsed onto the ground, utterly still.
Only his wide-open eyes betrayed the fury and terror that remained in his soul.
"Senior Cultivator!!!"
Seeing a Nei Fu Jing master—nearly at the peak of his cultivation—perish so easily,
slain by just a few unassuming Stones…
The remaining Liu Yun Zong disciples were utterly shattered.
Their hearts froze. Their eyes, fixed on Lu Qing, filled with pure terror.
Had they not been trapped in combat with Ma Gu and Wei Zian, they would have scattered instantly.
But in their shaken state, their fighting spirit waned drastically, their martial techniques disintegrating into chaos.
Ma Gu and Wei Zian seized the moment without hesitation.
A flurry of lethal strikes followed—
like a butcher slaughtering melons, the remaining disciples were cut down one by one.
All of it unfolded in mere seconds.
When the Imperial Road finally settled into silence, it was strewn with corpses, blood pooling across the earth.
Old Doctor sighed softly, saying nothing more.
Though he disliked taking lives, he knew the truth—
these Liu Yun Zong disciples had slaughtered ordinary civilians without mercy, even sparing no children.
Reasoning with them was futile.
Only blood could stop blood.
As for Zhao Qianlin, she had been completely frozen.
She stared blankly at the carnage—
unable to believe that the ruthless disciples who had once filled her with despair had been wiped out so swiftly.
Ten, perhaps more—Jin Gu Jing cultivators, all dead.
And that gray-clad man—no mere cultivator, but a Nei Fu Jing master, someone who had even wounded her own master with a single strike—
had been slain by just three Stones from Lu Xiao Langjun.
The scene was so unbelievable, Zhao Qianlin began to wonder if she was still dreaming.
"Hahaha! Master, your hidden weapon skill has grown even stronger! Even a Nei Fu Jing master couldn’t withstand a single Stone!"
Ma Gu, unscathed after the massacre, laughed heartily.
"You’ve done well too—especially you, Zi An. If Wei Lao Qian Bei knew, he’d be deeply pleased."
Lu Qing smiled.
Wei Zian, praised, lowered his head slightly, embarrassed.
But his grip on the iron rod tightened, and his heart burned with quiet exhilaration.
This was his first real battle—
and he now understood, clearly, how much stronger he had become.
"Xiao Yan, have you bandaged Zhao’s wound?"
Old Doctor asked.
"Bandaged! Done!"
Xiao Yan’s voice came from inside the carriage.
"Good. A Qing, prepare—we’re heading into the town."
"Yes, Master."
Lu Qing and the others moved the bodies out of the way.
The carriage resumed its journey.
As for the corpses, they would have to remain where they lay—
Old Doctor was too urgent to waste time on cleanup.
"Chen Laodaifu, we’re going to the town, right?"
Zhao Qianlin, now recovered, asked eagerly.
At this point, she understood clearly—
Old Doctor’s group was far more than they seemed.
Ordinary in appearance, yet immeasurably powerful.
"Correct," Old Doctor nodded. "You mentioned earlier that Liu Yun Zong disciples were running amok in the town. We must stop them."
"Please, Chen Laodaifu… save my master and my sister too. They’ve been captured by the Young Sect Master. They must have suffered terribly by now. If we’re too late…" Zhao Qianlin pleaded.
"Of course," Lu Qing replied. "We’ve grown close to Master Fang. We won’t let him suffer."
Curious, he asked, "Is the Young Sect Master in the town as well?"
"Yes. That madman came after us himself, bringing a whole force of disciples.
You see, while we stayed at the temple, Liu Yun Zong’s followers had already taken shelter in the town during the rain.
After leaving the temple, we planned to buy supplies before continuing our journey—
and then, by sheer misfortune, we ran into them."
Lu Qing’s expression darkened.
"Then this so-called ‘lesson’… was just mass murder?"
"Yes," Zhao Qianlin said quietly. "Da Shi Senior Brother couldn’t bear it any longer and charged out to fight."
Lu Qing turned toward the distant town, silent.
But Zhao Qianlin felt a chill crawl up her spine.
She wasn’t afraid—rather, her heart surged with determination.
She clenched her fists, whispering into the wind:
"Master’s little sister… hold on a little longer.
I’m bringing Chen Laodaifu and the others to save you!"
With urgency in the air, Ma Gu no longer drove slowly.
He urged the horses forward at full speed.
Before long, they reached the outskirts of the town.
Even before entering, they caught the stench of blood—thick and cloying.
Three bodies lay sprawled at the town’s entrance, severed heads and limbs scattered in grotesque ruin.
(End of Chapter)
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