I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Chapter 313 - 254: Threat! (Part 2)

Mu Yun smoothly and swiftly sheathed his sword, completing the movement in one fluid motion.

Then he turned to face Lu Xuan, his expression respectful yet with a hint of coldness, and began to speak.

"Mr. Lu, all the Wen Family members here have been taken care of."

Mu Yun paused briefly, his gaze directed towards the depths of the Wen Family residence, then continued: "Only the Wen Family Patriarch and that old fellow, Wen Fengyuan, remain."

Just as Lu Xuan was about to speak, his expression suddenly tensed, his gaze shooting like lightning toward a certain direction of the Wen Family mansion.

In that moment, Lu Xuan suddenly detected an astonishing Martial Artist presence.

The presence came sweeping over like a violent storm, carrying the aura of an External Gang Grandmaster Perfection.

According to the information Lu Xuan had received, there was only one person in the entire Wen Family who had reached the External Gang Grandmaster Perfection.

That was Wen Lingyun, the patriarch of the Wen Family, an existence of External Gang Grandmaster Perfection.

Shortly after Lu Xuan sensed that powerful aura, Mu Yun also detected Wen Lingyun’s presence.

He pressed his lips tightly, his expression indifferent, silent, only slightly nodding to indicate to Lu Xuan.

Immediately, a terrifying aura around Mu Yun suddenly condensed, and in the next second, his figure flickered like a specter, leaving behind a residual shadow that the naked eye could not catch.

In an instant, Mu Yun disappeared from where he stood, moving at a speed so fast it dazzled the eyes.

Lu Xuan paid no mind to Mu Yun’s departure but walked unhurriedly toward the room ahead.

Because there was a living presence inside the room ahead!

This aura was extremely faint, almost nonexistent, seemingly deliberately concealed by a layer of mysterious and powerful force.

Were it not for Lu Xuan’s terrifying spiritual sense and powerful Primordial Spirit, he might have nearly missed it.

Excellent!

Lu Xuan’s eyes suddenly shot out a bright purple glow, and the power of the Primordial Spirit began to gently emanate from the Divine Mansion.

The person inside this room might be the one he most wanted to find after infiltrating the Wen Family.

Princess Xingyue!

The next second, Lu Xuan’s spiritual sense moved, and a torrent of mighty force surged forward.

With a loud "boom," the room’s door was violently blasted open, sending countless wood fragments flying.

Then, with a light step, Lu Xuan crossed the distance in a few blinks, suddenly stopping beside the bed.

At this moment, the thin curtains around the bed seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, moving without wind, slowly rising, before obediently hanging to the sides.

Without the curtain’s obstruction, the scene inside was completely revealed before Lu Xuan’s eyes.

On the bed lay a woman dressed in a dark black skirt, quietly resting there.

Although the woman’s complexion was pale as snow, it did not in the least affect her innate nobility and grace.

The woman’s brows and eyes were as exquisite as a painting, and even in such a weakened state, she was still stunningly beautiful, breathtaking in her allure.

When Lu Xuan’s gaze fell upon the woman’s face, his usually composed visage finally showed a barely perceptible ripple.

Lu Xuan was slightly taken aback.

He hadn’t expected this woman to actually be Princess Xingyue!

As memories surged, Lu Xuan recalled the bizarre calamity-level vision in Haoran Mansion, depicted in the visual memories it presented.

It just so happened to include an image of Princess Xingyue.

Now, the person lying before Lu Xuan overlapped with the image in that calamity-level memory, exactly the same.

Lu Xuan’s spiritual sense once again surged like a tide, enveloping Princess Xingyue’s body without regard for her status.

However, just as Lu Xuan’s spiritual power meticulously examined Princess Xingyue’s entire body, a sudden change occurred!

"Hmm?"

"What’s this?"

In an instant, an invisible force, like lightning, crossed the time-space continuum, directly attacking Lu Xuan.

This attacking force moved at an extreme speed, so fast that an ordinary Martial Artist couldn’t possibly react in time.

But in Lu Xuan’s eyes, this terrifying power attack seemed surprisingly slow.

"Hmph!"

At this time, Lu Xuan merely snorted coldly, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

His aura suddenly erupted, the space within the room seeming to be unable to withstand the impact of Lu Xuan’s power, collapsing instantly.

Lu Xuan’s spiritual Primordial Spirit force fiercely clashed with the invisible attack.

The two terrifying powers of heaven and earth interwove intensely, unleashing a destructive might capable of annihilating everything.

Under the impact of this celestial force, the entire room immediately crumbled to dust, dispersing into the air.

Soon after, the aftermath of these two forces’ collision swept the area like a raging tempest.

The surrounding buildings were shaken to the brink of collapse, and eventually, all were razed to the ground.

Even the distant Profound Bird Guard and members of the Wen Family were momentarily intimidated by this formidable force.

They all paused their battles, glaring towards this side in horrified disbelief.

For a moment, dust and smoke filled the air, obscuring the sky and the sun.

However, amidst this thick smoke, a dazzling flash of purple light shot through like a sharp arrow, extraordinarily brilliant and blinding.

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the ruins, his presence profound as the abyss, his gaze like lightning, coldly sweeping the surroundings.

Behind Lu Xuan’s solid figure, a three-meter-high purple flame shield shimmered in mid-air.

The purple flames flickered turbulently, and within this mysterious and warm purple-flamed shield, lay a woman, none other than Princess Xingyue.

Her complexion remained pale and weak, yet under the reflection of the purple flames, it added a touch of mysterious beauty.

In front of the ruins, the dust flying in the sky slowly settled.

An old man walked steadily forward, unhurriedly and deliberately.

Though his figure appeared somewhat stooped, he exuded a faint aura of authority.

In the old man’s right hand, a bronze ruler was firmly held.

The bronze ruler was about the length of an arm.

Its surface was engraved with ancient, naturally formed patterns, visible even in the dim light, subtly radiating an arcane glow.

The old man leisurely halted, stopping precisely ten meters away from Lu Xuan.

Subsequently, the old man slowly opened his hazy, world-weary eyes.

Suddenly, a sharp glint flashed through the old man’s pupils, seemingly penetrating the layers of smoke to identify Lu Xuan’s identity clearly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of surprise and realization, and spoke in a deep voice: "So, it’s you!"

Immediately after, the old man unhesitatingly uttered two words: "Lu Xuan!"

This voice was not loud, yet it seemed imbued with some heavy power, resonating in the space filled with ruins.

And the old man’s identity, naturally, was the Wen Family’s ancestor, Wen Fengyuan, a Martial Artist of Great Success in the Divine Mansion Realm, a Primordial Spirit True Person!

Wen Fengyuan’s eyes slowly squinted, his gaze fixed intently on Lu Xuan, not wavering for a moment.

To be honest, he truly hadn’t expected the Profound Bird Guard to arrive in the Eastern Region all the way from the capital.

Their leader turned out to be Lu Xuan—the rising Vice Director of the Profound Bird Guard.

Lu Xuan’s reputation was now widely known throughout the entire Great Xia Dynasty, his prominence unmatched for the moment.

This newly appointed Vice Director of the Profound Bird Guard, so young yet already possessing a power comparable to a Primordial Spirit True Person.

It must be known that in the Great Xia Dynasty, the title "Primordial Spirit True Person" denotes someone at the peak of power.

As the Wen Family’s ancestor, Wen Fengyuan naturally paid special attention to Lu Xuan’s achievements.

Inadvertently, a trace of apprehension flickered across Wen Fengyuan’s old face.

After all, his power had significantly waned at present, amid shifts in strength.

If he truly faced this young and fervent Lu Xuan, Wen Fengyuan genuinely lacked confidence.

It’s often said that "a fist fears a youth’s strength," and this old body of his truly couldn’t withstand intense combat any longer.

After a brief silence, Wen Fengyuan’s gaze turned cold as he looked at Lu Xuan, speaking slowly: "Lu Xuan, on Princess Xingyue’s heart, I left a trace of my Primordial Spirit power."

Although Wen Fengyuan spoke serenely, the threat hidden within his words was unmistakable.

"I want to leave this place!"