Above the Galaxy
Chapter 333 - 218: What Is the Ulterior Motive?

Chapter 333: Chapter 218: What Is the Ulterior Motive?

Tang Fei wanted to spar with Little Fatty again, but was rejected once more.

He said he couldn’t bring himself to swing his hammer at his elder brother, that he just couldn’t lift his hammer in front of him...

That statement was touching yet somewhat brutal.

Since Little Fatty was unwilling, Tang Fei went down to the training room by himself.

When it came to training, Tang Fei was serious.

He was filled with a sense of urgency, always scheming to enhance his strength.

He was actually a man extremely lacking in a sense of security.

Boom!

A punch was launched, and two dragons and two elephants surged forth, fiercely colliding with the abnormally tough walls of the training cabin.

Crack...

The Moon Gold walls of the training cabin were torn open by a massive gash.

"It’s done," Tang Fei reflected inwardly.

"Dragon Elephant Demon Suppressing Skill," the second layer, with two dragons and two elephants appearing simultaneously, even materializing...

Is this the power of the "Dragon Elephant Demon Suppressing Skill"?

Just reaching the second layer was enough to destroy the training cabin?

What kind of terrifying force would it be if one reached three dragons, three elephants, or even nine dragons, nine elephants?

With one punch, wouldn’t Phoenix City be annihilated?

Little Fatty pushed the door open and ran over, looking at the twisted and deformed training cabin, he asked in surprise, "Brother, did you do this?"

Ever since Tang Fei fainted from exhaustion while training last time, Little Fatty had often guarded the place while Tang Fei was training.

He’d bring tea and water, ready to rush in to rescue Tang Fei if anything happened.

"Um," Tang Fei nodded and said, "I just broke through the second layer of the ’Dragon Elephant Demon Suppressing Skill’..."

"It wasn’t easy at all." Little Fatty was excited for Tang Fei, and said, "You started practicing this Cultivation Technique when you were five, right? After more than a decade, you finally got past the second layer..."

"Yes," Tang Fei nodded and said, "If it weren’t for the old man’s supervision, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to stick with it... Year after year, there was almost no progress."

Tang Fei indeed thought about giving up.

And he really did give up.

Because he always felt that the effort required for this Cultivation Technique was not proportional to the gains.

He poured in all his effort, spent over a decade, and finally managed to unleash one dragon and one elephant, but they were only two shadowy figures.

Shatter upon touch, with limited lethality.

Because of his inner resistance to it, this also caused him to slack off during practice for a very long time, fishing for three days and sunbathing for two days.

Ever since he obtained the Netherworld Scroll from his good friend Evil God, he had been focusing all his attention on that Swordsmanship, almost completely forgetting the "Dragon Elephant Demon Suppressing Skill."

Only after he stepped into Tongyou and the Yin Yang Qi within him became increasingly dense and profound, did he pick up this Cultivation Technique again.

After practicing ten thousand sword strikes a day, followed by a set of Dragon Elephant Fist, persisting day after day, he finally reaped today’s results.

Of course, this was also thanks to Xuanyuan Mingjing’s guidance.

After he became a disciple of Xuanyuan Mingjing, he really learned a lot.

Xuanyuan Mingjing rarely raised objections to his disciples’ secret books of cultivation or Cultivation Path, but when he did speak up, his words were as precious as gold and jade, enlightening you to such an extent that you’d feel an epiphany of "So that’s how it is."

Great Grandmasters were like doctoral students in the mathematics field, while they were a group of hungry elementary school students; when a doctoral student faces an elementary school math problem, they naturally can provide the simplest and most suitable solution...

Really, one must find a way to become a disciple under a Great Grandmaster. You have no idea how exhilarating that feeling is...

What? Can’t think of a way?

Then there’s no other way.

"Perhaps this kind of Cultivation Technique just requires patience, laying a good foundation early on... With a solid foundation, you’ll make progress faster later on..."

"Yes," Tang Fei nodded and said with a smile, "In this way, the efforts of more than a decade are finally not in vain."

"I always knew you could do it, big brother." Little Fatty trusted Tang Fei unconditionally.

Tang Fei looked at Little Fatty and said with a smile, "Looks like we’ll have to buy a new training cabin."

"It doesn’t matter. As long as big brother can advance, it doesn’t matter how many training cabins we replace. The more training cabins we go through, it proves the faster big brother is breaking through."

"Next time I break through, I can’t be in the training cabin..." Tang Fei said, still unnerved.

He had just entered the second layer of the "Dragon Elephant Demon Suppressing Skill," and the power of two dragons and two elephants had torn apart the training cabin.

If he reached the third or even fourth layer, he feared this house wouldn’t be able to withstand such a terrifying impact.

This house was given to him by Phoenix; it was their standing place on New Star, their home...

Tang Fei didn’t want to move just yet.

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Lu Ban Mountain.

Passing through the fish pond and beyond the rockery, the old man and Lu Zhiyong came to a stop in front of a quaint and antique-looking house.

On Lu Ban Mountain lived the members of the Lu Clan, each with their own courtyard. These courtyards were built entirely according to the personal preferences and characteristics of their owners, whether simple, fashionable, or sci-fi, diverse and dazzling to the eye.

Soon, there was the swishing sound of movement.

Like the wind sweeping through a wheat field, or rain pattering on withered leaves.

On a massive electric wheelchair sat a bald yet bearded and obese old man.

His frame was particularly large, like a mountain of flesh standing before them.

Attached to the old man’s head was a tube, a transparent tube linking to a nutrient tank on the wheelchair. As his breathing fluctuated, the dark blue nutrient solution inside also undulated and rippled.

The bearded old man’s gaze fell upon the old man’s face, and after examining him for a while, he scoffed, "It seems these years haven’t been too kind to you, have they? You’re only a few years older than Zhiyong, yet you look even older than me..."

"Uncle..." Lu Zhiyong spoke up, trying to encourage the old man to speak more gently, to avoid agitating his elder brother further.

Otherwise, if he stormed off in a rage again, it might not be easy to bring him back.

"Go out," the bearded old man ordered.

"Yes," Lu Zhiyong responded, patting the old man’s arm, signaling him to bear with it a little longer, then turned and left the hall.

"What, you’ve been out for so many years that you’ve forgotten how to speak?" the bearded old man asked.

The old man bowed deeply, then looked up at the old man and said solemnly, "Father."

"Oh, you still recognize me as your father." The bearded old man burst out laughing, "Off you go without a word, taking my grandson with you, no news for over a decade..."

"I barely get you back thanks to Zhiyong’s efforts, and I, your father, haven’t even seen his face..."

"If I hadn’t insisted Zhiyong bring you here, you probably wouldn’t have been willing to come see me, would you?" The bearded old man’s eyes darkened as he stared at the old man and said, "But I must see you now... If I don’t, you are going to bury the Lu Family..."

"So, tell me... what do you really want by coming back?"

"Revenge," the old man said without hesitation or a blink of an eye.

"Revenge? How? On whom?"

...

The old man did not answer.

It was something both father and son knew well; he didn’t need to respond, as his father didn’t need an answer.

"How can you fight against such a powerful enemy? Not just on your own; even if you dragged the entire Lu Family into it... it would be a fight we cannot win, only a path to death."

"If you die, it’s just you dying, not worth grieving over... But do you want to destroy the millennia-long foundation of the Lu Family, too? The crystallized blood, sweat, and tears of generation after generation of our clan..."

"We’ve reached this point, to this day of glory... relying on our talents, hard work, and wisdom to judge the times and circumstances..."

"But, but..." The old man’s emotions grew agitated; he even began panting as he spoke: "Why did it have to be you, such a fool? Why such a stubborn fool, like a bull-headed mule..."

"My life was saved by him; had it not been for him, I would’ve died long ago. I owe my life to him; what does that have to do with the Lu Family?" the old man retorted.

"What does it have to do? You tell me if it has anything to do! You are my flesh and blood, the blood of the Lu Family runs through your veins... If you’re in trouble, it means the Lu Family is in trouble. Your choice of side becomes the Lu Family’s stance..."

"You say it’s your personal action, unrelated to the Lu Family? Who would believe that? Would the Zhong Family believe it? Would anyone believe you?"

"Back then, he also helped the Lu Family. How did the Lu Family repay him? When he was wrongfully accused, framed, slaughtered... The Lu Family chose to stand by and watch."

"The outcome is already decided; all actions are in vain," the bearded old man fixed his eyes on the old man and said, "I know, I know you hate me... hate the choice I made back then, hate that I did not accept your request, did not stand up for the Lu Family to support him..."

"The ones above wanted him dead, the other families wanted him dead... What could our Lu Family have done? We couldn’t have saved anyone..."

"Not only could we not save him, but we would have become his accomplices, and just like him... we would have been cleansed, slaughtered, erased from this world... Everything we owned would have been plundered clean..."

"I couldn’t just because of your personal desires, your personal feelings, drag the entire Lu Family down... I could not let the foundation of the Lu Family perish at my hands..."

"So, you have your stance, I made my choice..." the old man looked at his father and asked, "So why did you bring me here?"

"Because I can’t let the foundation of the Lu Family perish at your hands... You’ve sent out the newly developed materials the Lu Family has been working on, what exactly is your motive? Do you know, your second uncle has already been called in for a talk by Zhong Daolong? Zhong Daolong has asked what exactly the Lu Family is up to..."

"To give away something not even the Royal Family possesses, to a young man... Now I want to ask, what are you up to? Are you determined to destroy the Lu Family before you’ll be satisfied?"

"Must we always prioritize supplying the best things to the Royal Family first? What’s wrong with letting a young man test it?"

"Sophistry," the old man slapped his wheelchair and exclaimed forcefully.

The old man fell silent.

He was indeed being evasive.

And he indeed wanted to drag the Lu Family down with him.

The act was done, explaining it was pointless now.

He couldn’t convince anyone else, not even himself.

After a long while.

The bearded old man’s eyes showed a burning intensity, and he asked in a heavy tone, "That Tang Fei... just who is he? Could he be... my grandson?"

The old man looked up at the bearded old man and, clenching his teeth, said, "Yes."