One person: Started at Wudang, got hit on the head by Lu Zu's sword.

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The "power," "influence," and "connections" of the Wang family that she cared about, along with the balance she had worked so hard to maintain, were shattered by Lu Xuan's sword.

As for the Wang family's subsequent counterattack and the potential turmoil it might cause...

Zhao Fangxu looked at the bloody "Seven" in Wangjia Square, which Erzhuang had photographed with a satellite.

Seven days later... I'm afraid the Wang family will be gone.

These seven days are the time that Lu Xuan gives to all those who depend on the Wang family, this deeply rooted and powerful family, to return to their nests like ants.

A large number of members of the Wang family were either vying for power and profit, seeking simple revenge, or genuinely wanting to take control of the situation...

In short, members of the Wang family from all over the country are rushing to the capital. When they arrive, it will probably be the time when the Wang family is completely destroyed.

The Wang family is a large family, so it's not easy to get them all together!

Perhaps some clever people have realized this, but what can they do about it?

If the entire Wang family's strength, even when combined, cannot defeat that unknown "enemy," what use are other methods?

The world of supernatural beings is ultimately a place that values ​​individual strength.

This is also why Zhao Fangxu's heart rate has soared to 180 beats per minute, because Lu Xuan will definitely come to the capital in seven days.

At that time, if Lu Xuan's sword light were to strike a slightly larger target, or if the Yellow Millet Technique were to cover a slightly wider area, then the capital city...

Zhao Fangxu: "━━(￣ー￣*|||━━"

Thinking of this, Zhao Fangxu's heart started racing again.

"Chairman Zhao, Chairman Zhao, wake up!"

"It seems like this cover-up is about to fall apart."

The day's competition ended, and night fell.

The old master sat in his room, deep in thought as he looked at the list of contestants in front of him.

"Put this here, no, put this here? Then put this here..."

The old master stared into deep thought at the list before him, which he couldn't seem to arrange no matter how he tried.

What? You're saying the Old Master is worried that such a scandal might damage Longhu Mountain's reputation and his own image?

You clearly don't understand Longhu Mountain or the Old Celestial Master. How could someone with a century of cultivation be so thin-skinned?

The arrangement of this list was shrouded in secrecy from the very beginning, and an innocent Zhuge Qing fell victim to the old master's shady dealings.

However, this list now has a very serious problem.

"Lu Xuan, Wang Ye, Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, Jia Zhengliang, Zhang Lingyu..."

The main question now is—how do we fight Lu Xuan?

No matter how the Celestial Master arranges things, he will encounter a fatal problem: no one can defeat Lu Xuan.

The old master silently pulled out a bunch of dripping, clattering bottles and jars.

Should we put some food in Lu Xuan's medicine? Or should we put some medicine in Lu Xuan's food?

Previously, when asked about Lu Xuan's weaknesses, Zhou Meng gave a long, evasive answer, ultimately saying that Lu Xuan had no money.

Old Master: "..."

Do I look like a rich person to you?

Am I supposed to roll up my sleeves and fight Lu Xuan with this old body?

With the old Celestial Master's thick skin... oh! no! it's the "mystery of a hundred years of cultivation," he naturally wouldn't feel ashamed to fight with a junior.

Just kidding. If we're talking about lineage, Lu Xuan, as a descendant of Lü Zu, is dozens of generations ahead of him!

If it were truly possible, the old Celestial Master wouldn't necessarily be so shameless as to address him as a junior and ask him another question:

"Lu Xuan, have you ever lost?"

But the key issue is... we might not be able to win!

The Old Celestial Master could naturally sense the commotion Lu Xuan made during the day, even though he was in the back mountain, and he was also frightened by it.

As for Wang Ai's death, the internal strife within the Wang family, and the turmoil in the world of supernatural beings... what do they have to do with me?

The old master never took these things that were none of his business to heart.

He is a "perfect person" from the moment he joined Longhu Mountain until today, and this has never changed.

The former Celestial Master didn't think Zhang Zhiwei would go astray when he let him go down the mountain, precisely because of Zhang Zhiwei's "utmost sincerity." He was completely loyal to himself and only had his own path in his eyes.

The external definitions of "good and evil" and "black and white" have no effect on the Old Celestial Master. If he had encountered Wugensheng first, none of the subsequent events would have occurred...

The old master shook his head, returning his thoughts to the list in front of him.

Lu Xuan's personality is what it is. He might help him boost his own prestige and clear obstacles for the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony because of his friendship with his master Zhou Meng, but he would never completely listen to his "behind-the-scenes maneuver".

What's more, Zhou Meng might be up to no good and has specifically ordered Lu Xuan to beat up all the people from Longhu Mountain!

You ask the old master why he thinks that way?

Because back then, he was "defeated by a single move," and that's what his contemporaries thought.

The old Celestial Master frowned as he recalled that Lu Xuan had met him at Longhu Mountain the day before the start of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

At that moment, his mind wavered and he even summoned heavenly lightning. Then, Lu Xuan's eyes lit up, and he took out a stack of wholesale peach wood swords and threw them at him.

The old Celestial Master at the time: "..."

To be fair, the old master's state of mind did recover quite quickly; in no time, he was completely at peace.

Although the old master felt that he was just so angry at Lu Xuan that he was numb.

I need to make the competition roster today. If Lu Xuan has any ideas, he will definitely come over. Should I take this opportunity to chat with him?

The old master seemed to be deep in thought, then suddenly looked out the window.

The moonlight shone dimly through the window, and several figures could be vaguely seen approaching.

Wait... how many?

The first one to sense it was Lu Xuan. Lu Xuan's cultivation was at the level of oneness with heaven and man, so it would be easy for him to hide his aura, but Lu Xuan was not hiding it at the moment.

Therefore, in the old master's perception, Lu Xuan was like a bright light bulb, even brighter than the moon in the sky.

And then... Chu Lan?

Why is Chu Lan here too?

Does it mean you feel you didn't discuss things thoroughly enough with me before? Or do you have any questions?

Did he notice something?

And then there's... Wang Ye?

The old Celestial Master had a strong impression of Wang Ye, this seemingly lazy young Taoist priest, after all, not just anyone could be called "Wudang Wang".

"One, two, three... why are there more?"

The old master's expression grew increasingly strange.

Didn't they say that all the younger generation were attending the bonfire party today?

Why are there so many people here now?

What were they thinking? One or two of them came to raid an old man like me at night?

The old master asked in confusion, "(￣△￣；)?"

Chapter 87: To be continued...

Why are there strange noises coming from the back of Longhu Mountain? And why are these young supernatural beings launching a night raid on the elderly Celestial Master?

Is all of this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?

To find out what happens next, let's shift the timeline and focus to the bonfire party on the back mountain.

Bonfire party on the back of Longhu Mountain.

A large group of young, unusual people gathered around a campfire, making a ruckus and opening their hearts to each other, seemingly without any restraint.

Little did they know that the world of supernatural beings was rife with intrigue and backstabbing. Beneath this seemingly peaceful scene, undercurrents were surging, and a large net had already been quietly cast.

Zhang Chulan, who had been repeatedly forced to drink, had become the prey of the group. They were just waiting for Zhang Chulan to get completely drunk so that they could reap the rewards.

Zhang Chulan's Dior bag has already become a prized possession, reserved in advance by Lu Linglong, Canglong, Wang Ergou, Zhi Jinhua, and many others.

Zhi Jinhua even spent a huge sum of two hundred yuan to buy the first photo-taking experience rights for a certain unshakable Dior.

In the end, Zhang Chulan, the "prey," could not withstand the pressure and collapsed to the ground under the onslaught of the group...

"Come on! You just want to see my **, right? Today I'll show you."

Zhang Chulan jumped onto a large rock and pulled out a megaphone from somewhere.

The sound echoed throughout the area, drawing everyone's attention to him.

Before everyone's eyes, Zhang Chulan took off his pants and began to dance gracefully on the rocks.

As Zhang Chulan "danced," his penis also moved, drawing graceful arcs in the air.

"Zhang Chulan, you're really something, a real man."

"Zhang Chulan, I never expected you to be so generous, walking your bird under the moonlight!"

"You're the best."

"But why does it feel a bit blurry?"

"Yes! Yes! It feels a bit small!"

Hearing the praise, Zhang Chulan nodded in satisfaction, but upon hearing what followed, the heavily drunk Zhang Chulan became furious.

What do you mean? Are you looking down on my **?

Am I not magnificent enough?

You actually said you couldn't see it clearly? Apologize to my ass right now!

"Since that's the case, then I'll show you my true skills!"