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Then, he ran away.
His legs spun like wheels, leaving afterimages.
The speed is staggering.
Zhang Chulan was left standing there, feeling awkward.
Bao'er doesn't count; she's summarizing her experience with shining eyes.
Zhang Chulan: What experience are you trying to summarize?
No? What happened? What the hell is going on?
[Failure Diary]
[I suddenly realized that author chat groups are full of all sorts of things; you can see struggling writers discussing everything except writing.]
[I'm not saying anything more, I'm going to go scam some newbies who fail and give out red envelopes!]
Chapter 69: If you come any closer, I'll jump off this cliff.
To understand what really happened, we need to start by telling the story of how Gong Qing tricked a group of Quanxing cannon fodder into coming up the mountain.
The Quanxing organization is also hierarchical, with truly powerful high-ranking members as well as second-rate individuals who are cowardly and only use the Quanxing name to commit evil.
Of course, there are also those who call themselves "Eight-Armed Arhats," falling somewhere between awesome and second-rate, or simply "**".
At Gong Qing's command, even more Quanxing members than originally planned infiltrated Longhu Mountain, and even now, Quanxing members are still arriving in droves.
The sheer number of Quanxing members who arrived exhausted even the Domain Poison, who was responsible for disguising them.
Birds can be found in any kind of forest when they grow big, and when there are too many people, some become difficult to control. The Eight-Armed Arhat is the type who has some skills but no sense of self-awareness.
Hearing that Lu Xuan was able to slaughter so many Quanxing members because of the sword left behind by Lu Zu, and that Lu Xuan no longer had the sword, he wanted to take action against Lu Xuan.
Lu Xuan is now famous in the world of supernatural beings, and many Quanxing are terrified. If I kill Lu Xuan, wouldn't I be able to make a name for myself?
"Let me tell you, Lu Xuan is nothing to worry about. You're all just scared out of your wits by his name!"
Late at night, all was quiet on Longhu Mountain.
The Eight-Armed Arhat, along with several members of the Quanxing sect, stealthily hid in the bushes outside Lu Xuan's residence.
He spouted nonsense to his subordinates, his words even becoming slurred and his accent changed.
"Let me tell you, what's so scary about Sun Luxuan? He's got nothing to be afraid of!"
"Today is the day I'll make you famous."
"Big brother is right!"
"I'll do whatever my elder brother says."
"Brother is mighty!"
Several Quanxing underlings praised it, showing great support.
The Eight-Armed Arhat is a tall, bald man. Judging from his appearance and nickname, one can guess that he was once a monk, but later he couldn't stand the strict rules and regulations and deserted his master.
Having enjoyed the freedom to do whatever they wanted after joining the Quanxing sect, they naturally looked down on those so-called upright and righteous outsiders who followed the rules.
He immediately pointed to Lu Xuan's residence and said, "Who among you is willing to lead the charge for me!"
A sudden silence fell.
Just moments ago, the Quanxing members were shouting slogans loudly, acting as if they were righteous and ready to die for their leader, but now they all fell silent.
Are you kidding me? Just showing your support is one thing, but sending us to scout ahead? Absolutely not.
The eight-armed Arhat immediately felt somewhat embarrassed.
He glanced at his subordinate who had shouted the loudest slogans earlier, his face hardening as he pointed forward.
"Ah I?"
Cannon Fodder Quanzhen: "Me?"
The cannon fodder Quanzhen wanted to beg for mercy, but seeing the fierce gaze of the Eight-Armed Arhat, they could only obediently admit defeat.
He trembled with every step, looked back every three steps, and scratched his head every five steps.
The faces of the cannon fodder Quanxing were filled with tragic grandeur.
The cannon fodder Quanxing knocked on the door and spoke very politely.
"Damn it, auntie."
The eight-armed Arhat couldn't help but yell, "Are you visiting relatives? Why are you knocking on the door?"
"Damn it, just go up there and take him down."
The cannon fodder Quanxing cursed the Eight-Armed Arhat in his heart.
He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and then kicked... the tree hard?
Cannon Fodder Quanxing: "?"
Eight-Armed Arhat: "?"
The rest of the Quanxing: "?"
The moment the Quanxing member kicked the door, the door in front of him changed and then vanished like a dream, turning into a large tree.
The surrounding scenery vanished as if a dream had shattered, and everything returned to its original state.
The group looked around and realized that they were not outside Lu Xuan's residence at all; they were clearly in the back mountains outside the Longhu Mountain development area.
Someone swallowed hard.
The back of Longhu Mountain was pitch black late at night, and the cool breeze, accompanied by the occasional chirping of insects, made it very quiet.
Fear seeped into their bones along with the cold sweat on their backs.
Is this some kind of ghost wall? Is Longhu Mountain haunted?
Weren't they just outside Lu Xuan's residence? How did they end up in the back mountain in the blink of an eye?
Do ghosts really exist?
"No, I'm not afraid. What's there to be afraid of?"
The eight-armed arhat's voice trembled slightly, but he still mustered his courage and shouted.
"If a person is fierce enough, even ghosts will be afraid of him."
"So what if it's haunted? I'll kill even the ghosts for you to see."
A voice suddenly rang out in the darkness, startling everyone present.
Lu Xuan looked at the several Quanxing members in front of him who were almost scared to death and asked in confusion.
"You've come to kill me?"
After he finished speaking, the forest fell into a deathly silence.
"Ghost!!!"
The eight-armed Arhat screamed in terror.
Then, taking the lead, they turned and ran.
The rest of the Quanxing were also panicked and scrambled to follow the Eight-Armed Arhat as they fled backward.
Before long, the Quanxing members, who were said to be so fierce that even ghosts were afraid of them, disappeared without a trace.
Only Lu Xuan remained standing there.
"This is utterly useless! Is this all?"
Lu Xuan shook his head and slowly followed.
Master Lu was kind-hearted. Since they were so afraid of death, he decided to let them be afraid for a while longer.
They hadn't gone far when they saw Zhang Chulan and Shan Shitong preparing to fight.
Zhang Chulan stood there, stunned: "Master Lu?"
"It seems that no one comes here, so I'm relieved."
"You guys continue, I'm just here to kill a few people."
After Lu Xuan finished speaking, he ignored the three people who were not sleeping in the middle of the night and followed them forward at a leisurely pace.
The few Quanxing members who were fleeing for their lives stopped after running a short distance.
It wasn't because they mustered the courage to rebel, but because they had no other way out...
Looking at the cliff in front of him, the Eight-Armed Arhat scratched his head awkwardly, unable to figure it out for a long time.
The back of Longhu Mountain is so big, how did I manage to end up on the edge of the cliff?
Turning around, a figure dressed in a Taoist robe emerged from the dense forest.
Lu Xuan looked at the group of people standing on the edge of the cliff and spoke softly.
Why have you stopped running?
Eight-Armed Arhat: "..."
Looking at Lu Xuan ahead, the Eight-Armed Arhat first breathed a sigh of relief, but then couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
Good news: Longhu Mountain is not haunted.
Bad news: Lu Xuan discovered them.
Despite all that boasting, I was still a little intimidated when I actually saw Lu Xuan.
Although Lu Xuan hasn't done anything yet, just standing there makes him feel a sense of oppression.
Is this terrifying aura really just that of an ordinary Taoist priest who only relies on Lu Zu's sword to act fiercely, as the other Quanxing people claim?
Even putting aside the aura, what exactly was that thing that seemed like being trapped in a maze just now?
The eight-armed Arhat sensed something was wrong; something was very wrong.
Have I been scammed?