I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Chapter 542: Chapter 359: Points Soaring! (Part 2)

The muscular man with a twisted beard quietly activated the Gang Qi within his body, causing his muscles to swell like iron blocks, tightening his black attire.

A centipede-like scar on the back of his neck began to redden—this was the mark of his mastery in the Horizontal Refining Technique, the Golden Bell Shield.

In the past, on the battlefield fighting foreign enemies, he used this hard skill to singlehandedly break through the encirclement of thousands of Southern Barbarians.

At this moment, the young follower kneeling beside him lightly touched his arm.

Only then did the muscular man with the twisted beard realize that he had unconsciously straightened his back.

He hurriedly bent down again, but then heard a faint, ambiguous laugh from inside the carriage.

The laugh was soft, yet it made the hair on his body stand on end.

The scabbard of the guard leader’s saber suddenly slipped three inches out, reflecting the suddenly pale face of the muscular man with the twisted beard on the blade.

Their gazes clashed in mid-air, one as sinister as a venomous snake, the other fierce like a trapped beast.

Invisible sparks seemed to fly in the air.

With a light "tap" on the ground, a pair of cloud-patterned boots with golden threads gently landed before the muscular man with the twisted beard.

The four-clawed python design embroidered in dark gold thread on the boots glowed dimly in the twilight.

Every stitch and thread emphasized the dignity of the Wenjing Dynasty’s royal family.

"Stand up."

This voice, clear yet slightly lazy, caused the muscular man with the twisted beard to shiver all over.

He cautiously looked up, seeing an extraordinarily handsome young face appear before him.

It was the Ninth Prince, Lu Xuyang.

At only twenty-three years old, this prince was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe.

A beautifully crafted mutton-fat jade pendant at his waist swayed gently in the evening breeze.

He was one of the nine princes conversing with Lu Xuan at the Eastern Palace that noon.

However, when Lu Xuyang’s gaze swept past the luxurious carriage drawn by eight snow-white Ferghana horses in front,

an instant contortion flashed across his handsome face.

His ten fingers under his sleeves clenched tightly.

Without a doubt, the jealousy and resentment in Lu Xuyang’s eyes seemed almost tangible.

Even the elegant curve of his lips turned grotesque.

The muscular man with the twisted beard swallowed nervously, not daring to breathe loudly.

In the Wenjing Dynasty, the regulations for carriage use were as rigid as iron laws.

Nine horses for the emperor, eight for the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace.

Even the most favored princes could only ride four-horse carriages.

At this moment, the murderous intent boiling in the Ninth Prince’s eyes was clearly directed at... his esteemed elder brother, the Crown Prince of the Wenjing Dynasty.

"Crown Prince elder brother, what refined taste you have."

"In this godforsaken place, should anything happen to him with his unmatched noble status, it would be a loss to our Wenjing Dynasty!"

Lu Xuyang suddenly let out a soft laugh, yet his voice was cold as ice!

"Mo Gui Lane, such an... interesting place, isn’t one from which everyone can return unscathed."

He deliberately emphasized the word "interesting," his gaze lingering in the depths of the alley at the towering ancient pagoda tree.

In that instant, the air along the entire long street seemed to freeze.

Lu Xuyang’s falsely smiling face abruptly stiffened, and the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground with a "crack."

Everyone on the street involuntarily held their breath.

Even the horses nervously perked their ears, anxiously pawing at the ground.

Under the ancient tree, two figures slowly stepped out.

At the front was Lu Xuan, his crimson purple robe with five-clawed true dragon embroidery spotless, without even a crease at the hem.

Behind him, Peng Lie stood with arms crossed, the red python robe fluttering in the breeze, like a fiery blaze.

The air within three meters around him distorted under high temperature.

Even the bluestone slabs beneath his feet began to glow faintly red.

"Humph."

A cold snort boomed like thunder, and Peng Lie’s originally murky old eyes now shot red beams, as if molten magma flowed in his pupils.

With eyes as sharp as a knife, he stared straight at Lu Xuyang across a distance of over one hundred meters.

The Ninth Prince Lu Xuyang suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a furnace. His luxurious brocade robe moved without wind, his hair ends starting to curl slightly, emanating a faint burnt smell.

"Cough cough..."

A raspy cough suddenly sounded.

Out of nowhere, a hunched elder appeared beside Lu Xuyang.

His withered hand lightly rested on the Ninth Prince Lu Xuyang’s shoulder.

Instantly, the terrifyingly intense heat and pressure receded like a tide.

The hunched elder’s face, lined with wrinkles, suddenly squeezed out a smile.

But in the unnoticed shadows, a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his temple.

The hunched elder’s left hand hidden in his sleeve trembled slightly, his fingertips still bearing the scorch marks of burns.

Deep in his muddled old eyes, a horror that cannot be concealed.

After all these years, Peng Lie, this old monster’s "Innate Protection Gang Skill," has been cultivated to such an unfathomable state....

The street was dead silent, only the occasional "crack" sound from the broken branches of the ancient tree.

Two invisible forces clashed in mid-air, even the falling leaves instantly turned to powder.

This thrilling duel came suddenly and ended even more swiftly.

The hunched old man’s face suddenly turned red, and the blue bricks under his feet shattered with a "crack".

He staggered back three steps, each step leaving inch-deep footprints on the stone slabs.

On the third step, a thread of fresh blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, swiftly wiped away.

Peng Lie snorted coldly, the red glow around him gradually receding.

Yet his eyes remained like torches, the gaze fixed on the old man’s face showing some disdain.

The hunched old man forced out a bitter smile, but his hands hidden in his sleeves were trembling slightly.

This retreat not only moved back in distance, but also in momentum, retreating in dignity.

Everyone present understood—this invisible duel had already decided the victor.

At this moment, just as Lu Xuan and Peng Lie completely stepped out of the alley—

Boom!!! A sound of explosion!

The hundred-year-old ancient tree suddenly shook violently.

Every groove on the stout tree trunk burst forth with dazzling golden light.

The grayish bark began to crack inch by inch, countless streams of golden light spewing out from the fissures.

In the midst of everyone’s horrified gaze, a lifelike golden dragon apparition burst out of the tree, dragon roars echoing through the clouds.

The golden dragon spiraled three times in the air, each scale clearly visible.

And finally exploded at great height, turning into a sky full of golden specks.

Like thousands of galaxies pouring down, slowly scattering into the void.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Third Life)

Realm: Inner Qi Realm (Initial Entry)

Cultivation Technique: Nine Dragon Body Protection Scripture 3/9 (Can deduce)

Points: 101002

Please confirm if the host wishes to consume 20 system points to deduce the Nine Dragon Body Protection Scripture!

A total increase of over 100,000 points in system points.

Lu Xuan’s eyes subtly moved, glancing at the skyrocketing numbers on the system panel, a playful curve playing at his lips.

"An unexpected delight...."

He originally estimated the malevolent entity in Mo Gui Lane could provide at most thirty to forty thousand system points.

Who could have imagined in the depths of that alley, such a singularity was hidden.

That crimson bridal gown billowed in the ghostly wind!

As his memories flashed back, the crimson bride’s deathly pale hands reached out from her sleeves.

The blood-red fingertips dripped not with vermilion, but with thick, mutated blood fiend Qi.

With merely a glance, it corroded all three of Lu Xuan’s golden dragon apparitions.

If not for Peng Lie’s timely intervention.....

Eliminating this eerie crimson bridal gown directly brought Lu Xuan 70,000 system points.

Unconsciously, Lu Xuan had already walked to the side of the carriage.

"How dare you!"

And with his usual silence, Peng Lie suddenly roared: "Upon seeing the Crown Prince, how dare you not kneel and pay respects!"

This command was like an explosion of thunder, shaking the knees of several guards behind Lu Xuyang, nearly causing them to kneel.

Yet Lu Xuyang merely tugged at the corners of his mouth, a trace of malevolence flickering in his eyes.

"Lu Xuyang..." Peng Lie strolled forward slowly, each word pronounced deliberately.

He meaningfully scrutinized the Ninth Prince, his withered fingers gently stroking the dragon-headed cane bestowed by the late emperor.

According to the Wenjing Dynasty etiquette, even a prince, upon meeting this three-dynasty elder and the current royal father-in-law, must observe filial respect.

Lu Xuyang’s expression changed multiple times, but ultimately, under the watchful eyes of all, he reluctantly cupped his hands in salute, "Lu Xuyang, greet the royal father-in-law."

Finally, everyone present knelt down in unison.

Lu Xuyang’s face was ashen, yet he had no choice but to kneel with the crowd.

The luxurious robe swept over the bluestone slab, creating a subtle friction sound.

"Greetings to the Crown Prince."

Amid the orderly salutation, only Peng Lie and the hunched old man remained standing.

Peng Lie stood stroking his beard, sharp eyes gleaming!

Although he couldn’t directly act against Lu Xuyang, he could at least disgust him.

Peng Lie was more than willing to do so.

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