Unlimited Investment in the Destined Protagonist: Forging an Eternal Immortal Clan - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Barehandedly Taking on Earth-Tier Treasures—Isn’t That Basic?—Suppressing the Three Patriarchs!

The three patriarchs emerged from the hall, and before they even reached the outer perimeter of the Zhou family estate, they heard the sounds of intense fighting. As they advanced a bit further, a thick stench of blood assaulted their senses.

At this moment, Zhou Beiqin’s expression had darkened to its extreme—just how many had died to produce such a heavy smell of blood? Soon, when they arrived at the outer area of the Zhou family estate, a scene of fierce combat came into view for the three of them.

Looking around, they saw countless Zhou family disciples clad in their clan’s attire, lying dead in pools of blood. Among them were many elder figures, their corpses strewn across the ground, the earth dyed red with blood!

All around, more Zhou family members were locked in desperate combat, their screams piercing the heavens.

Witnessing such a shocking scene, Zhou Beiqin’s gaze transformed into a tangible killing intent.

“Lu family scum, you’re courting death!”

Each word was enunciated clearly, resounding through the air.

Seeing his clansmen’s bodies scattered everywhere, how could he not be furious?

Zhou Beiqin released his divine sense, sweeping the surroundings, and instantly detected that the two highest combatants from the Lu Royal Mansion were the Second Elder Lu Changfeng and the Fourth Elder Lu Qianchuan, both engaged in the fighting.

Seeing this, Zhou Beiqin’s expression relaxed slightly.

He had originally thought the Lu Royal Mansion had enlisted some powerful ally, but now he saw no trace of any such formidable figure.

“You really think that with just you Lu Royal Mansion people, you dare to storm my Zhou family? You’re simply begging to die!”

“Hmm?”

Just as Zhou Beiqin was about to take action, he suddenly noticed a young man from the Lu Royal Mansion standing with his hands behind his back, refraining from actively fighting.

This surprised him.

The young man merely stood among the crowd, only intervening slightly whenever a Lu family disciple was in mortal danger.

“Lu Qingxuan?” Soon, Zhou Beiqin recognized the young man, feeling quite astonished.

How could he not recognize the face of this recently appointed young prince of the Lu Royal Mansion? He hadn’t expected this new young prince to personally show up.

Sensing Zhou Beiqin’s stare, Lu Qingxuan had long noticed it, his gaze shifting to meet the other’s eyes.

When he saw the two figures beside Zhou Beiqin, a trace of surprise flashed in Lu Qingxuan’s eyes. He hadn’t expected that the patriarchs of both the Fang and Han families would be here as well—this made things very interesting.

“Brat, you dare come here seeking death? Don’t blame me for bullying the weak!”

The moment he saw Lu Qingxuan, a chilling glint flickered in Zhou Beiqin’s eyes.

As the saying goes, to catch the thieves, first capture their leader! Without any hesitation, his figure shot into the air, launching an attack directly at Lu Qingxuan.

“Come here!”

While still midair, Zhou Beiqin thrust out his right hand.

Buzz!

A massive spiritual hand, three or four zhang (about 10-13 meters) in size, materialized in the air, streaking like lightning toward Lu Qingxuan with a fierce grab.

The Fang and Han patriarchs smirked—Zhou Beiqin personally taking action meant capturing Lu Qingxuan would be a piece of cake. In their understanding, Lu Qingxuan was just a low-tier cultivator who hadn’t even stepped into the Divine Ability Realm.

Facing Zhou Beiqin’s Spiritual Pill Sixth Layer cultivation, how could he possibly resist?

Yet, in the next moment, their smiles froze solid.

In their field of vision, Lu Qingxuan calmly threw out a fist shadow of clear light, and the instant it made contact with the spiritual hand, That spiritual hand shattered like fragile glass, collapsing with a boom.

The fist shadow’s power didn’t diminish, striking Zhou Beiqin’s Physique at the speed of streaming light.

Bang!

Zhou Beiqin was like a sandbag, blasted backward, coughing up blood nonstop while still in midair. He crashed through several pavilions before smashing into the ground.

At a glance, half his chest was nearly caved in, blood flowing freely, his appearance utterly wretched—clearly, he had suffered severe injuries and could hardly stand again.

This strike was Lu Qingxuan’s Spirit-Clear Heaven-Shaking Fist technique. Derived from the terrifying fist art of the first realm of the Purple Clear Saint Supreme Tyrant Codex, even a peak Spiritual Pill Realm expert would struggle to withstand it.

With Zhou Beiqin’s mere Spiritual Pill Sixth Layer cultivation, how could he resist such unrivaled ferocity? If not for the inner armor he wore, this punch would’ve sent him straight to Yama.

At that moment, the Lu Royal Mansion members locked in combat saw their prince fell the Zhou family patriarch with a single punch, leaving him gravely injured and unable to rise. This boosted their morale, making them fight with even greater ferocity.

In contrast, the Zhou family members’ faces showed disbelief, their fighting spirit plummeting drastically.

“Damn it, this brat is definitely not a low-tier cultivator!” In the distance, the Fang and Han patriarchs were shaken, their eyes wide with shock.

A single strike from a low-tier cultivator crippling a Spiritual Pill Realm expert to the ground—who were they kidding? Their expressions grew grave, realizing something was off. There had to be a trick here—and it might just be a devastating one!

Even when they extended their divine senses to probe, they couldn’t discern Lu Qingxuan’s exact realm. At that moment, the two exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.

The meaning was clear: summon their weapons and strike immediately.

“Up!”

Han Yan, the Han family patriarch, roared and made the first move.

Whoosh!

A crimson cauldron soared into the air, spinning rapidly as it unleashed crimson divine light. Giant flame dragons burst forth from within, roaring and rampaging through the heavens.

Almost simultaneously, the Fang family patriarch also acted.

“Go!” His voice thundered like spring lightning, his sleeves billowing as he summoned a mountain-shaped treasure glowing with radiant light, hurling it toward Lu Qingxuan.

In an instant, the Fang and Han patriarchs struck decisively, each unleashing powerful treasures to first drive back the obstructing Lu Qingxuan.

Facing this, Lu Qingxuan remained calm. He clenched his five fingers into a fist, channeling the Spirit-Clear Heaven-Shaking Fist, and smashed it toward the crimson cauldron.

Countless flame dragons were crushed by the fist’s force, which then slammed directly into the cauldron itself.

Crack!

The cauldron, as if struck by a divine mountain, let out a cracking sound. In the next instant, it shattered into four pieces, its fragments scattering through the void.

At the same time, as the mountain-shaped treasure neared, Lu Qingxuan’s fist shifted into a giant palm, striking horizontally.

Boom!

The mountain treasure, fragile as tofu, was smashed into several pieces by Lu Qingxuan, scattering into the void.

Puchi! Puchi!

The moment their treasures were destroyed, both the Fang and Han patriarchs suffered a backlash, spitting out blood in unison.

“How … how is this possible?!” Their hearts trembled with fear, unable to believe it.

Two high-tier Earth-tier treasures had been shattered barehanded by Lu Qingxuan.

Was this guy even human? Just how terrifying was his physical strength?

Little did they know, Lu Qingxuan possessed the augmentation of the Heavenly Tyrant Physique, combined with cultivating the supreme ancient scripture of dual body-and-law refinement.

His physical power had now reached an utterly horrifying level.

In Lu Qingxuan’s eyes, barehandedly taking on Earth-tier treasures—wasn’t that just basic? If he went all out and still couldn’t shatter an Earth-tier treasure, that would be the real surprise.

As the Fang and Han patriarchs reeled in shock, a colossal palm print that blotted out the sky swept through the air, pressing down toward them.

This was unmistakably Lu Qingxuan continuing his assault.

Lu Qingxuan’s figure shimmered with spiritual light, his blood qi surging like a great dragon awakening from the abyss, his aura piercing the heavens.

“Spiritual Pill Seventh Layer!”

“He … he actually has late-stage Spiritual Pill Realm cultivation!”

“How is this possible?”

In that instant, the Fang and Han patriarchs finally detected Lu Qingxuan’s true cultivation, their eyes filled with disbelief. According to their intelligence, the current head of the Lu Royal Mansion hadn’t even stepped into the Divine Ability Realm, right?

How could he have reached Spiritual Pill Seventh Layer in just a few months? But before they could react, that palm print crushed through the void, landing upon them.

Bang!

With a earth-shaking boom, the Fang and Han patriarchs were nearly reduced to bloody pulps.

Had Lu Qingxuan not held back slightly at the last moment, the two would’ve undoubtedly died.

Lu Qingxuan knew this wasn’t the time to kill them—he still had plans to visit their families. If he killed them now and their clans caught wind of it, things could get complicated.

From the moment the Fang and Han patriarchs attacked to their simultaneous suppression, it seemed like a long time, but it was merely a few breaths.

Barehandedly shattering high-tier Earth-tier treasures and suppressing two patriarchs with a single palm.

Seeing this, the Lu Royal Mansion members were elated, their momentum surging to unprecedented heights. This was their prince of the Lu Royal Mansion—his might unrivaled, unstoppable by anyone.

Meanwhile, the Zhou family members’ will to fight took another blow, their morale completely collapsing.

At the same time, Lu Qingxuan flicked his fingers, sending two beams of spiritual light shooting out, landing on the Fang and Han patriarchs. This temporarily sealed their cultivation while ensuring they wouldn’t die for now.

After handling this, he ignored the two and turned his gaze to Zhou Beiqin, who lay collapsed and immobile on the ground. With a grasp of his hand, he pulled Zhou Beiqin toward him.

But just then, a deep, mountain-like roar of fury erupted from the depths of the Zhou family estate.

“You trespass on my Zhou family’s land and kill my clansmen—you’re simply begging for death!”

The voice wasn’t loud, yet it rumbled like muffled thunder, resounding in everyone’s ears.