Chapter 426 Before, even Zhang Huaiyi wanted to take a chance

"The golden elixir method that my sect practices is for longevity. I am only thirty years old this year. After some time, I will be able to make further progress."

"With a life span of 160 years, it's not a problem for him to outlive the three generations of those bastards. Even if he has a big family and a big business, so what? Those with bare feet are not afraid of those with shoes."

"If he trains a successor, I will kill him. This will cut off his descendants, destroy the inheritance, and demolish the temple and smash the niches. Wouldn't that be a pleasure?"

The room was eerily quiet. No one would doubt what Murong Ji said. One could tell whether a person was ruthless or not at a glance.

We are all thousand-year-old foxes, so stop playing the game of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

Murong Ji took the seal in his hand, and the endless evil spirit gathered in the seal. He grinned and laughed, "Haha, I was just kidding, don't think I'm a wicked person."

"The Taoist precepts are strict, and the people who are bound cannot move freely. I wanted to break free from the shackles and feel comfortable, but I decided not to do it now. I am also a father of a child."

"We should always leave some blessings for our descendants."

"Haha, okay, okay." Lu Ci stood up slowly. "I just don't believe it. We are all old and have seen all kinds of scenes! Can we be scared by a little brat?"

"Qu Tong is just a lackey of a company, what can he do to me?!"

He didn't know when lines of Qi appeared in his hands, hanging down on both sides of his body, as if flames were burning. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Murong Ji with an arrogant expression.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank, and the word "Qu Tong" made his heart sink.

Coming back to his senses, he looked at Lu Ci, slowly sat up straight, his eyes somewhat solemn. This majestic Qi energy was Lu Ci's Qi energy for a hundred years.

Now that I have reached the fifth level of Yuqing Taoism, I am not sure I can defeat him in a life-and-death fight.

"You little bastard, you're so arrogant. Let me give you a try!" As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ci rushed up.

A golden light flashed in Murong Ji's hand, and there was a dull "bang" sound, but there was no trace of it anymore.

Things happened too fast and Wang Ai was too late to stop it. If they killed the Taoist master here, they would not be able to explain to Zhang Zhiwei, and they would not be able to get through to Baiyun Temple either!
"Wow!"

In an instant, the room was dead silent.

After Wang Ai saw the situation clearly, he was shocked and couldn't help but tighten the walking stick in his hand.

At this time, Murong Ji was holding a fist-sized golden seal in his hand. Every time he weighed it, a golden light emanated from it, and he was ready to sacrifice it at any time.

Those sharp eyes were fixed on the inner hall and the table that was smashed to pieces. He was probably thinking whether to strike again.

"Great grandfather!" Lu Gong shouted in shock and rushed over without saying a word.

Wang Ai realized belatedly, why did Lu Ci not get up for so long? ! ! Leaning on a cane, he staggered over, looking anxiously into the ruins.

It didn't matter at first glance. Lu Ci's chest was almost smashed into a piece of meat paste. He was breathing in less than out. If it weren't for his cultivation, he would have been able to hang on to his life.

I'm afraid he'll die if he's here.

"Great Grandpa! Great Grandpa, hold on! Go call a doctor! Go call a doctor quickly!" Lu Gongdu's voice was sobbing, and he was almost crying.

Wang Ai waved his hand and made a prompt decision, "No need! It's too late to call a doctor! There's a famous doctor here! Go ask him!"

Wang Ai pointed his crutch at Murong Ji and gave a direct order to Lu Gong. At this moment, Lu Gong didn't care about anything else. With a plop, he knelt in front of Murong Ji and kowtowed.

"Please, Mr. Murong, please show some mercy! Please, Mr. Murong, please lend a hand!"

Lu Gong knocked his head, making Murong Ji a little confused, "No... Are you guys playing me? Not at all!"

Who was the person who fought with him? Lu Ci, that was a ruthless person who killed people in that era.

If you say that he was injured by one seal, he would believe it, but if you say that Lu Ci was killed, that would be a joke!

"Brother Murong, please lend a hand. We made a mistake during our sparring, but it's not a big deal..."

There is a hidden meaning in what Wang Ai said. It would be good if Lu Ci survived, but if he died, it would be a big deal!
Murong Ji's face changed slightly. He took a few steps to Lu Ci and took a look. He gasped. He was really going to die!
Without any hesitation, he stuffed a pill into his mouth, dissolved the medicinal power and saved his life, then he kneaded the broken bones on his chest and repaired his internal organs and meridians.

Relying on the power of the medicine, Lu Ci's injuries were stabilized.

Wang Ai looked at Murong Ji's fast hands, which were extremely skillful. In just a few minutes, he had stabilized Lu Ci's injuries.

The transparent power on his palm is no worse than Lu family's Ruyi power. With such means, it is no wonder that he has the confidence to challenge them. I am afraid he has a huge master-disciple supporting him behind him.

Ten minutes later, Lu Ci coughed and the blood in his mouth was coughed out. His breathing became smoother and Murong Ji activated the Qi in his body by some unknown means.

In order to heal the wounds, Lu Ci felt uncomfortable with the itchiness on his bones and whole body. After he woke up completely, he slowly got up.

Looking at Murong Ji and Wang Ai standing in front of him, he didn't know what to say for a moment. "Grandpa! Grandpa! Are you okay? Are you okay?!!"

"Ahem." Lu Ci pushed Lu Gong away. His chest still hurt. He slowly exhaled, looking a little haggard. He looked up at Murong Ji and asked, "Was that a magic weapon you used just now?"

Murong Ji looked down and saw Lu Ci sitting on the ground, looking a little embarrassed. These young masters of noble families have good skills, but they are not at the peak. When they were young, they could still have top-notch skills.

Nowadays, due to old age and frailty, we can no longer make any progress and are being overtaken little by little by the young people.

If he wasn't experienced in combat, I'm afraid...

"Yes, a magic weapon. Mr. Lu, I am not trying to scare you now, am I?" As soon as Murong Ji's voice fell, Wang Ai immediately took over.

"Hahaha, what are you talking about, Brother Murong? We are just discussing, what's the big deal?"

"Heroes emerge from youth. You are even younger than that brother Ru Hu, and you have a bright future. I think, this 'one top man, two heroes' will become three heroes!" Wang Ai looked at the two of them with a kind face and a smile.

Murong Ji glanced at Lu Ci indifferently, and seeing that the broken bones in his chest had healed and no longer affected his movements, he reached out and pulled him up.

"I heard that Brother Murong is engaged in the production of cutting-edge materials? We have longed for this for a long time. We don't understand this kind of high technology, so it would be better for us to provide you with some raw materials..."

"I see that your production capacity is limited. So, some of my factories are still idle, so I'll give them to you. How about that?"

Murong Ji didn't say anything, turned around and sat back in his original seat. As soon as he sat down, someone brought him tea and water.

He knew what Wang Ai was going to do. He wanted to eat at the same table with these bastards. Without any power that could threaten them, how could he get on the table? It was almost impossible.

Mu You probably has a strong background, so when Ru Hu comes to the table, there will probably be quite a lot of trouble.

Murong Ji looked a little indifferent, thinking it was meaningless. It was disgusting to see them, but you couldn't kill them. That kind of suffocating feeling was really uncomfortable.

If it were in the world of Zhu Xian, Wang Ai would have died eight times.

"Master Wang, Master Lu, I was too reckless this time. Zhang Chulan..."

"Well, Brother Murong, well... I know it's because of the matter of the origin of the Qi body... let's just talk about it." Zhang Chulan's timid voice came, and the room fell silent again.

"Let Lu Gong take a look. If this matter has nothing to do with him, we will definitely not make things difficult for him anymore!" After Lu Ci finished speaking, the room fell silent again.

After a long time, Wang Ai asked, "Brother Murong, what do you think?"

Murong Ji then raised his head and said slowly: "Let's do this." He could understand Zhang Chulan's concerns, and this was not a bad idea.

"Zhang Chulan, I want to ask you..."

"Brother Lu Gong...no need to ask, I know what you want to say." Zhang Chulan glanced at Murong Ji.

He continued, "My grandfather definitely did not pass on the Qi body origin to me, and I definitely did not inherit the Qi body origin from my grandfather. He didn't even tell me about the Qi body origin."

"What he said is true..." Wang Ai and Lu Ci had no reaction to Lu Gong's reply. They insisted on asking this question just to save face.

Now, it doesn't matter whether Zhang Chulan has obtained the source of Qi or not. With Murong Ji as a guarantee, can they really risk destroying their sect and family to fight against him?

The magic weapon that Murong Ji just showed off has proved that he is a weapon refiner, and the quality is not low. For a person like this, it is much easier to recruit people than money, and he can also create a large number of masters.

This is the most terrible.

Moreover, you don’t know the strength of his sect. What if... it’s like the Baiyun Temple?

On weekdays, he doesn't do much in the circle and just lives his own life at home. But once something happens, the strength he shows is shocking.

Looking at his character, it is hard to tell that he is a Taoist disciple, but it is very appropriate to say that he is a follower of Quanxing.

Born with the whole nature!
"It's getting late, you two. We're leaving first."

"Haha, brother Murong, come over and play often."

Murong Ji and Zhang Chulan left the house, and Wang Ai's face instantly darkened. The two sat there in silence for a long time, and the atmosphere in the room seemed extremely depressing.

"Just endure it like this?!" Lu Ci said through gritted teeth. After so many years, he could still suffer such a loss? !
"How else? He is only thirty years old, and he has already reached this level. Are you really going to gamble on the future of the Lu family?"

"What's more, his wife is the company's outside helper. If..."

Wang Ai picked up the teacup and sighed, then put it down again after thinking of something. "If it were before, when our two families still had the same strength as before, even if he was Zhang Huaiyi, we would still have to fight."

"It's no use now. After the Anti-Japanese War, we experienced... the people who were massacred by Zhang Zhiwei. Our families were severely damaged and we can't afford it anymore."

(End of this chapter)