Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Lu Baicha turned around and left to investigate the matter.

Wu Tian being the Ancestor of Blood Refinement was something Si’er and others were aware of; Si’er had looked into the matter of Peony.

This Peony family, back in the day, owed debts, and eventually, Peony ended up as a brothel girl,

which was not a simple matter.

Therefore, Wu Tian was the one to deal with Peony, Lu Baicha said this,

Of course, what happens to the brothel?

It wasn’t Wu Tian’s concern anymore,

With the Pure Yang Sword and the Heaven-Evading Swordsmanship, if even a simple brothel can’t be handled?

Then Lu Baicha would be too useless.

..."That Mr. Lu has been inside for quite a while, why hasn’t he come out yet?"

Outside the courtyard, the people were waiting, and He Qiong was also waiting.

"I don’t know if the Ancestor of Blood Refinement knows everything."

"It would be great to know who ate the lotus from our home."

He Qiong stood among the crowd, letting out a sigh. The lotus she cultivated was always stolen, which made her feel uneasy.

Those lotuses were her heart and soul.

She had asked many people,

some directly said they didn’t want to talk and claimed they didn’t know.

Some, kind-hearted, helped He Qiong look into the lotus pond, but even when the lotuses were stolen, they didn’t know when or by whom.

"Creak."

The gate of the courtyard opened, seemingly indicating Lu Baicha would come out, yet when He Qiong and the others looked, it was indeed Lu Baicha who emerged. But upon seeing Lu Baicha, everyone’s eyes involuntarily widened.

In the crowd, especially the scholars who were familiar with Lu Baicha, they were even more stiffened.

"This...this is Brother Lu? How could this be possible?"

This thought popped into their minds unconsciously.

What kind of person was Lu Baicha?

He was their classmate, they had once composed poems and written together.

Lu Baicha’s integrity was like theirs, the integrity of a scholar.

But now?

He just went in for a while, and after coming out, Lu Baicha’s demeanor was like a completely different person.

Going in, he was a scholar. Upon coming out, he was a swordsman traveling the world with a sword.

The sparkle in his eyes, and the aura exuding from him, seemed to be a different person altogether.

"What is going on here?"

"I don’t know."

The scholars in the crowd shook their heads one by one,

doubting if this Lu Baicha in front of them was truly the same Lu Baicha who used to go on outings and pursue fame with them, Lu the Scholar.

He Qiong’s beautiful eyes were also slightly dazed, afraid she was perhaps mistaking someone else?

Or did Lu Baicha have a twin brother?

She rubbed her eyes, looked carefully again, the clothes were exactly the same as when he entered the courtyard earlier, the same white shirt with the same size stains.

This was indeed the same person,

but how could his demeanor have changed so drastically?

"Two masters, please stay. No need to see me off; I will leave first."

Amidst the crowd’s shock, Lu Baicha bowed towards Bo Gu and Meng Tian, then prepared to leave with his parents.

"Let’s go ask." Some scholars familiar with Lu Baicha stepped forward one by one.

He Qiong, not knowing what to do, decided to get closer. She wanted to hear how this Mr. Lu could have changed so much?

"Brother Lu."

The scholars surged forward.

"So it’s you all." Lu Baicha smiled at the corners of his mouth,

but it wasn’t the elegance of the past,

just polite.

The people in front of him were either his classmates or those who had studied with him.

"Brother Lu, why are you carrying a sword? As scholars, our hands should not be stained with blood; what we should hold tightly is a brush."

"Brother Lu, you entered the Blood Refiners Guild, and after coming out, you changed so much, why is that?"

The scholars puzzled and asked, many words,

but Lu Baicha’s reply was only one sentence.

"Gentlemen, from now on, I, Lu Baicha, will no longer be part of Confucianism; I wield the Pure Yang Sword, henceforth a Swordsman."

Upon saying this, the scholars were dumbfounded.

"Brother Lu, your talent is the best among us."

"Yes, only missing the list twenty times or so, don’t be discouraged."

"Next time, you’re sure to make the gold list."

They tried to console Lu Baicha.

"No need, my mind is made up." Lu Baicha shook his head,

"Brother Lu, have you been bewitched?"

"Yes, how did the Ancestor of Blood Refinement convince you to give up Confucianism?"

"Everyone, please do not doubt my master." Lu Baicha snorted, immediately, the Pure Yang Qi of the Great Venerable’s Pure Yang Body stirred the space,

making those around him feel their breathing become hot and difficult.

"My master is the Ancestor of Blood Refinement, he is truly a master."

With these words, Lu Baicha left with his parents, his steps firm and ever-forward, having chosen his path, he would continue on.

..."That Ancestor of Blood Refinement seems to be remarkable."

He Qiong thought to herself that she must visit this elder.

Others did not dare to go up and knock; Blood Refiners gave the impression of working on nothing but Blood Refinement Techniques, and they were also disgusting, fearsome.

Thinking of their years of study on human blood sent shivers down one’s spine.

Some wanted to ask Blood Refiners for Blood Refinement, but deciding and taking the plunge took time.

As others hesitated, He Qiong, a Lotus-Raising Girl from a small village, was the first to muster the courage and step forward to knock on the door.

The courtyard door was opened by Bo Gu.

"Miss, you are..."

"I wish to see the Ancestor of Blood Refinement." He Qiong’s voice was a bit nervous, yet she finally spoke out.

"Alright, follow me." Bo Gu smiled slightly; if one hasn’t offended the Ancestor of Blood Refinement, meeting him was not difficult.

If you had offended him, then a price must be paid before you could meet him.

Inside the courtyard, the decor wasn’t luxurious, yet it gave a sense of tranquility.

Generally, Array Masters Guild or Pharmacist Guilds are lavishly decorated, as grand as they can be.

Seeing such a simple guild was a first for He Qiong.

She followed Bo Gu into the main hall and finally met the Ancestor of Blood Refinement,

the person wearing a Bronze Ghost Mask, exuding an aura akin to a Ghost King,

At her first glance at him, He Qiong felt this person was a hegemon.

"This elder must have a domineering personality." She speculated in her heart; although He Qiong hadn’t cultivated, she instinctively felt that the Ancestor of Blood Refinement was extraordinary.

She cautiously approached the Ancestor of Blood Refinement: "Hello, my name is He Qiong. I came here this time to inquire about something unrelated to Blood Refinement. I wonder if...if it would be acceptable!"

Generally, if someone said that, the Ancestor of Blood Refinement’s response would naturally be no.

"I am not a saint!"

But He Qiong was not a regular person!

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement sensed his Investiture of the Gods fluctuating because of the person in front of him,

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