Inside the room—
Cao Yuan had just lain down, not yet fully asleep, when the wooden door slamd open with a loud bang.
He imdiately turned over and sat up in a defensive stance. But when he saw it was his uncle, Cao Yutang, he let out a sigh of relief.
For a mont, he had thought Lu Ding had barged in.
At this point, he had developed a full-on Lu Ding phobia.
But could you bla him?
Anyone who had gone against Lu Ding—how many of them were still alive?
Fear was normal. Not being afraid? Now that would be abnormal.
Cao Yuan rubbed his eyes, his voice groggy, “Uncle, you…”
He didn’t notice the murderous intent in Cao Yutang’s eyes at all.
With a raised palm, Cao Yutang struck downward, sending a surge of spiritual energy into Cao Yuan’s body, completely shattering his life force.
On the surface, he looked no different from a normal person.
But upon closer inspection, one would find that his ridians had been completely severed, his Qi Cyclone destroyed.
“Aiya, my dear Yuan… Ahahahahaha…”
“You really died at the perfect ti—the perfect ti!”
Cao Yutang’s expression twisted from grief into laughter.
He had never particularly liked this nephew. But after raising him for so many years—always hearing "Uncle, Uncle"—there was still so sentint attached.
Even so, if he didn’t kill him—
It wouldn’t just be a matter of feeling bad.
It would be a matter of whether he could survive or not.
Now that Cao Yuan was dead, the funerary artifact smuggling operation ended here.
From now on, the Cao family alley would keep its nose clean—a lesson learned from past mistakes.
Cao Yutang picked up Cao Yuan’s corpse, sighing as he shook his head.
“Sigh… Little Yuan, don’t bla your uncle. Once this storm passes, I’ll go ho and work hard with your aunt—next ti, be born into my family, and you’ll still be the young master, huh?”
“One dead Cao Yuan, a lifeti of peace for the rest of us—a good deal, a very good deal.”
His words were more to comfort himself than anything else.
Wrapping the body in a blanket, he quickly left.
As he stepped out—his voice echoed before he even appeared:
“Little Yuan… My poor Little Yuan…”
“Oh, how could this happen…? Even if we really did sothing wrong, Investigator Lu would have handled it fairly… Why did you have to take your own life, leaving behind your father, your uncle, and all your elders to suffer—white-haired n sending off a black-haired child…?”
Hearing those words, Cao Jianshu’s body trembled.
He turned around, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the corpse in Cao Yutang’s arms.
The young man’s eyes were shut, his face looked peaceful, as if rely asleep.
But upon closer inspection—there was no breath, no trace of life.
Staggering forward, Cao Jianshu reached out, about to take his son's body—
Just then—
Lu Ding’s voice sounded behind him:
“Tsk tsk tsk… White-haired n sending off a black-haired child, huh? Truly a tragic sight.”
“But don’t worry—you’ll be joining him soon.”
A single arm hooked around Cao Jianshu’s neck.
With a twist of his waist, Lu Ding sent Cao Jianshu soaring into the air, flipping in an arc before slamming him headfirst into the ground.
The stone tiles beneath him shattered into pieces.
Face-down on the ground, his entire body was broken—bones fractured beyond recognition.
The impact left him completely immobile.
As for why Lu Ding didn’t kill him outright—
Well, he had already agreed with Gao Zhengliang to hand over a high-value criminal for official credit.
With soone like Jia Yuanfang, who was collaborating with foreign monsters to slaughter her own people, who the hell cared about keeping promises?
But Gao Zhengliang was different.
The man was the Public Security Bureau Chief and had been running around doing favors for Lu Ding—passing along ssages, providing reports.
If soone helps you, you should return the favor.
Cao Yutang stood there, montarily stunned by what had just happened.
Watching Lu Ding stretching his muscles, he finally spoke in confusion:
“I-Investigator Lu, what are you doing?”
Lu Ding spread his hands, looking completely unbothered.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Dealing with one first—so it’s less hassle when I deal with you.”
Cao Yutang opened his mouth to speak again.
But Lu Ding raised a hand to cut him off:
“Eh—Enough.”
“I don’t feel like listening to your nonsense.”
“Your doubts? I have no obligation to clear them up.”
“Now—listen to instead.”
“I could’ve just taken you down instantly.”
“But I heard you’re a Linghai Realm Eighth Layer Cultivator—so you must have so skills, huh?”
Lu Ding casually paced around, his movents seemingly random.
But the more Cao Yutang watched, the more his heart sank.
Every escape route was blocked.
Unless he could fly straight up into the sky, there was no way out.
But he couldn’t.
Lu Ding continued:
“I recently learned a new technique—one unlike anything I’ve used before.”
“It’s special. And I’m curious about its actual combat effectiveness.”
“But I haven’t found a suitable opponent yet.”
“I can’t just randomly pick soone and start beating them up, right?”
“So, Master Cao, I’ll give you so face and call you that—for now.”
“Give everything you’ve got.”
“Use all your skills, every last ounce of power, to entertain .”
“If I’m satisfied, I’ll let you keep your corpse intact.”
“But if you disappoint …”
“Then let’s agree on this beforehand—I’ll be chopping you into eight pieces.”
In the past, each monster Lu Ding killed would grant him one technique.
But "Gale of Blood and Gore" was different.
It was a fusion of two abilities—Blood Rain and Wind-Fixing Art, both obtained after slaying a vampire.
Other techniques, he could afford to wait and test out later.
For example, General’s Armor Technique and Living Shedding, Living Corpse Technique.
One boosted overall combat ability—plus, it looked cool as hell.
The other was a healing skill.
But given his current strength, who the hell was strong enough to actually injure him?
No opponent ant no use for healing skills.
But today?
Cao Yutang was perfect.
A Linghai Realm Eighth Layer expert—probably the strongest opponent he’d faced so far.
Of course, Lu Ding wasn’t greedy.
He’d settle for just testing Gale of Blood and Gore today.
As for General’s Armor and Living Shedding—
He’d save those for Ghost Festival in a few days.
Lu Ding spoke lightly, casually—his posture relaxed.
But in Cao Yutang’s eyes, his heart was sinking deeper and deeper.
He threw aside the corpse wrapped in blankets.
Adopting a defensive stance, he asked:
“Investigator Lu… is there really no room for negotiation?”
Lu Ding moved in a flash—
A shadow blurred, then instantly disappeared.
Before Cao Yutang could even react—
PAH!!!
A slap landed across his face, skin rippling from the impact, swelling instantly.
“Still wanna negotiate?”
You deaf or what?!
This final humiliation ignited Cao Yutang’s fury.
He was the Cao family patriarch, an old-school Linghai Eighth Layer powerhouse—and now a rookie brat had just slapped him in the face?!
"Ti and ti again!!! Over and over, humiliating !!!"
"LU DING!!!! YOU AND I ARE MORTAL ENEMIES!!!!"
Spiritual energy exploded—
Dust billowed, sleeves flared, as Cao Yutang unleashed his full power.
With a sinking stance, he channeled an eerie pulling force, manipulating the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
One palm opened—power surged outward.
This was the Cao family’s secret technique:
Hunter’s Stance, Spirit-Severing Palm!
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