Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World
Chapter 322 - 182 Acting Master Lu Junyi, Wen Mingyan

Chapter 322: Chapter 182 Acting Master Lu Junyi, Wen Mingyan

Lu Junyi had already promised to give him that Treasure, so naturally Gu Sheng was extremely fixated on it. If it weren’t for concerns about his own strength and status, he would have spoken up earlier.

Lu Junyi set down his teacup and smiled, saying, "This pavilion and everything inside are worth far more than a Yellow Level Low Grade Treasure. Wu Gui, that lunatic, if he were to start a fight here—not to mention taking any lives, just ruining my pavilion—I’d take a huge loss. Rest assured, an old man’s words are as solid as a nail. If he were to waltz away like this, how could our Holy Pill Sect maintain its footing in the Red Cloud Prefecture? I’m old now; matters of fighting and killing are naturally tasks for others."

With that, Lu Junyi stood up and began walking towards the door, saying, "Come now, let’s go see the show."

Wu Gui and Wu Xinyu had just stepped out of the courtyard when they saw a man approaching. He was dressed in pale golden robes, a longsword hung at his waist, his sharp brows like stars, radiating an extraordinary aura.

This man was none other than Wen Mingyan, the Peak Master of War God Peak!

Wu Gui’s unique status had sent ripples through the Holy Pill Sect when he entered. Several elders of the sect, fearing trouble, had armed themselves and hurried over, but all were intercepted on the way by Wen Mingyan.

Wen Mingyan stopped at the entrance and grinned maliciously at Wu Gui, "Fatty Wu, long time no see! You’re still as greasy as ever!"

Wu Gui’s physical appearance was closely tied to the cultivation techniques and Martial Arts that he practiced. He loathed being ridiculed for his looks. If it were anyone else making such a remark, he would have flown into a rage by now. But since the speaker was Wen Mingyan, Wu Gui could only glower at him furiously, "I don’t have time to trade barbs with you today. Move!"

Wu Xinyu’s hand injury was severe, and Wu Gui was anxious to take him back to determine whether treatment was still possible.

Wen Mingyan paused at the entrance before loudly calling out to Lu Junyi, who had stepped out of the pavilion, "Uncle, are we letting them leave?"

Lu Junyi instantly became the picture of theatrical drama. He clutched his chest, furrowing his brows and lamenting dramatically, "We agreed that there would be a Yellow Level Low Grade Treasure as ransom, but he refuses to give it and even threatens me. You felt it earlier, didn’t you? That son of a b**** actually used his aura to intimidate me! Oh, dear, I’m getting old, and my heart can’t take it. I’m in so much pain; I’ll need to take several Heart-Protecting Pills to recover."

The Heart-Protecting Pill, though ungraded, was still valuable. The standard price set externally by the Holy Pill Sect was twenty thousand taels apiece. Lu Junyi’s intentions were clear—he was aiming to extort additional compensation from Wu Gui!

Wen Mingyan was fully aware of his uncle’s antics. Seeing his exaggerated display, Wen Mingyan instantly understood what was going on.

A cold glint appeared on Wen Mingyan’s face, his eyes brimming with killing intent as he unsheathed the longsword at his waist.

The sword left its scabbard with a flash of dazzling brilliance, releasing an immensely sharp aura that swept across the area. Everyone present felt chills creeping up their spines; clearly, Wen Mingyan’s sword was no ordinary weapon!

"Wu Gui! Does threatening my uncle imply you don’t respect me?"

Wen Mingyan roared. His powerful aura transformed into a fierce wind, causing the grapevine trellis in the courtyard to rustle loudly.

Lu Junyi’s brows furrowed slightly as he cursed inwardly, "This little brat—why is he being so earnest about putting on a show? What if he topples my grapevine trellis?"

Lu Junyi hurriedly released his own aura to protect the trellis, but he still didn’t forget to let out painful groans.

Gu Sheng, watching this unfold, looked utterly dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected that the normally solemn and upright Great Elder could be such a drama queen!

If it weren’t for his knowledge of the Great Elder’s true nature, Gu Sheng might genuinely believe that Lu Junyi was having heart troubles.

Wu Gui looked back and forth between Lu Junyi and Wen Mingyan before finally realizing he had walked into a trap.

Gritting his teeth in anger, he turned to glare at Lu Junyi, shouting, "Lu Junyi! You shameless scoundrel!"

Wen Mingyan flew into a rage at those words, "Fatty, how dare you insult my uncle? You truly don’t respect me at all, do you? It seems the lesson I gave you six years ago wasn’t strong enough! Have at thee!"

Wen Mingyan darted forward, swinging his sword to attack.

For a Marrow Refining Realm expert, even a seemingly casual strike carried immense power. Just the aura of his Sword Qi etched chilling grooves into the ground.

"Wen Mingyan! Are you actually serious?"

Wu Gui hadn’t anticipated that Wen Mingyan would disregard conventions so thoroughly, his strikes devoid of restraint!

Wu Gui urgently mustered a soft force to fling Wu Xinyu aside, then hastily retrieved two crimson daggers from the folds of his robes.

The daggers glowed blood-red, and their mere presence elevated the surrounding temperature, revealing their extraordinary quality.

Wu Gui gripped the daggers and raised them high, bracing against Wen Mingyan’s sword. The immense force drove him back several steps before he could steady his footing.

"Wen Mingyan! Have you lost your mind? Do you understand what you’re doing? Are you trying to escalate the conflict between our sects to full-blown war?"

Wen Mingyan’s face twisted into a cold sneer, his eyes brimming with madness. "Escalate the conflict? That’s perfect! My Sword Dao thrives on mortal combat and bloodshed for enlightenment. These past years, the peace between our sects has stalled my cultivation—I’m sick of it!"

Saying this, Wen Mingyan swung his sword again. His proficiency in swordsmanship was remarkable. Within just a few breaths, he had struck over a hundred times, leaving the air thick with countless sword shadows.

Wen Mingyan was famously called the Starry-Faced Sword God within the Red Cloud Prefecture—not an empty title. Even without exerting his full strength, he had Wu Gui sweating profusely.