On the way back to the wooden hut, Lu Hengge casually tossed a mild medicinal pill into his mouth, silently planning his next steps. The Sword Prison was a place he had to enter, but before doing so, he needed thorough preparation.
However, before that, Lu Hengge had no intention of letting Qiu Liu and Ye Feng off so easily.
“Tomorrow is pill distribution day.”
“Ye Feng and Qiu Liu will definitely go to the Pill Hall.”
“This is a perfect opportunity!”
He swallowed, and the gentle medicinal effect instantly spread throughout his body. Every cell and bone cheered in delight. Within moments, most of his external injuries had healed. Only his meridians remained untouched—no sign of recovery.
The Pill Hall had all types of medicinal herbs. Using five hundred years of experience from his past life, Lu Hengge had attempted to refine pills that might help restore meridians, but he failed.
Logically, a world spanning over a million years should have records related to meridians. Unfortunately, Lu Hengge had never encountered such texts.
Since repairing his meridians wasn’t an option, Lu Hengge had only one path left: rebirth through destruction—completely discarding all 108 severed meridians within him. That process was the essential foundation of cultivating the Sword Bone Physique.
“The true meaning of the Sword Heart.”
“The might of a Sword Immortal.”
“The body of an immortal.”
“I want them all!”
His eyes gleamed with intense desire. Coupled with the uniqueness of the [Gazing Immortal Scripture], Lu Hengge was certain that in this life, the one destined to become immortal—was him.
Before long, he arrived at the wooden hut. Standing at the door, he didn’t enter immediately. Instead, he calmly swept his gaze through the interior.
“A dog’s been here. No—more than one.”
A faint glint passed through his eyes as he seemed to realize something. Then, he grinned, “You like rummaging through things? I’ll chop off your hands.”
He didn’t need to think—this had to be the work of Qiu Liu and Ye Feng.
In the Three Thousand Dao Sect, only those two acted with such idiocy. The other disciples and elders still maintained respect on the surface, and none would dare search Lu Hengge’s quarters without permission.
After cleaning up, Lu Hengge took out a jade bottle from his storage ring. As soon as the lid was opened, a rich medicinal fragrance filled the room. He pulled out a pill, swallowed it, and fell peacefully asleep.
…
“Not a single pill!”
“Lu Hengge is such a broke loser!”
Qiu Liu kicked a rock in frustration, furious that their efforts had gone to waste.
“He must’ve hidden them somewhere else,” she said with certainty.
But Ye Feng thought otherwise. Lu Hengge likely really had no pills left. In the past, Lu Hengge had treated both of them very well, always generous with his pills—often more than they could even consume.
After what happened yesterday, Lu Hengge even threw away his storage ring.
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Of course, Ye Feng wouldn’t say that out loud. Letting Qiu Liu continue holding a grudge against Lu Hengge worked perfectly in his favor.
“Senior sister,” Ye Feng said, pretending to worry, “our senior brother is injured, and instead of giving him healing herbs, we ransacked his room. Won’t we be held accountable?”
Qiu Liu patted her ample chest proudly, “Lu Hengge wouldn’t dare question us!”
“If he wants to return to Qingyun Peak, he still needs our forgiveness.”
“A Holy Son with no cultivation—who still cares about him?”
“Without Master’s protection, he couldn’t even stay on as a sect servant.”
Despite her words, Ye Feng couldn’t shake a growing unease.
This was the intuition of Heaven’s Chosen.
Lu Hengge, even after losing his cultivation, didn’t bring Ye Feng any peace of mind. In fact, his anxiety grew stronger.
His instincts told him that unless Lu Hengge died, he wouldn’t feel safe.
A flash of killing intent flickered in Ye Feng’s eyes. He trusted his intuition—Lu Hengge had to die for him to rest easy.
However, assassination wasn’t something he could do himself. First, Lin Xing had likely stationed guards around Lu Hengge’s hut. Second, Ye Feng worried that Lu Hengge might have set traps.
Caution ensures survival.
Soon, Ye Feng thought of the perfect person for the job.
“Lu Hengge, tonight is your death date.”
“Senior sister,” he added, “senior brother gave the storage ring back to Master yesterday. He probably doesn’t have any pills left. With how kind he is, he wouldn’t hide anything from us.”
Ye Feng’s fake concern worked like a charm—Qiu Liu completely bought it.
“You’re right! There must be a lot of good stuff in Lu Hengge’s storage ring. Junior brother, let’s go ask Master to give it to us. Also, you’re too naïve. Lu Hengge definitely hid something. Tomorrow I’ll go back to that hut and search again.”
Ye Feng feigned reluctance, “That doesn’t feel right, senior sister…”
But inside, he was overjoyed.
This was exactly what he wanted. If the assassination succeeded tonight, then when Qiu Liu visited the hut tomorrow, she’d see Lu Hengge’s corpse with her own eyes. Only then would he feel relieved.
Naturally, Ye Feng was also interested in Lu Hengge’s storage ring.
Using Qiu Liu as a pawn to retrieve it—perfect.
No doubt, this woman was foolish, but still very useful.
“Let’s go see Master now,” Qiu Liu said, barely able to contain her eagerness.
Since he was already a cripple, they might as well take all those treasures for themselves—it could even be seen as compensation.
The two headed straight for the Scripture Pavilion.
At the same time, Lu Sheng’s slender fingers flipped rapidly through ancient texts, searching for any way to restore a Nascent Soul.
The Three Thousand Dao Sect’s collection was the most extensive in the world. But after searching with her powerful divine sense for a day and night, Lu Sheng hadn’t found a single viable method. It was disheartening.
“Why is there not even a single solution?”
She sighed.
If Lu Hengge’s Nascent Soul couldn’t be repaired, he would truly become a cripple. Just thinking about the coldness in Lu Hengge’s eyes when he looked at her made Lu Sheng’s heart ache.
“Hengge, I will definitely restore your Nascent Soul.”
“As long as you admit your mistake, you’ll still be my good disciple.”
Lu Sheng was still clinging to hope.
She believed that once his Nascent Soul was repaired, their relationship could return to what it once was. In her mind, Lu Hengge’s self-destruction had been nothing more than an act of defiance.
At that moment, Qiu Liu and Ye Feng arrived in a flurry.
By rights, neither of them had the qualifications to enter the Scripture Pavilion. But with their connections—their senior brother being the Holy Son and their master a Fusion Realm powerhouse—the guards didn’t dare stop them.
“Master!” Qiu Liu dashed up and clung to Lu Sheng’s arm like a spoiled child.
Ye Feng stood politely in front of Lu Sheng and gave a respectful bow, “Greetings, Master.”
Lu Sheng put down the book she was holding, her expression a bit anxious. “Have you seen Hengge? How is he now?”
Ye Feng frowned slightly. He had worked hard to lower Lu Hengge’s standing in Lu Sheng’s heart, yet after the incident at the Hall of Justice, his status was rising again.
Ye Feng didn’t speak.
He knew someone would say what he wanted to hear.
Sure enough!
Qiu Liu ignored Lu Sheng’s question entirely and rubbed her hands together, “Master, senior brother is seriously injured, and the herbs you sent weren’t enough. But he said there are healing materials in his storage ring and asked us to come get them for him.”
Lu Sheng didn’t doubt her. She immediately pulled a storage ring from her sleeve and tossed it over. “Take it to him quickly.”
Qiu Liu and Ye Feng exchanged a smile.
Got it!
They now had Lu Hengge’s storage ring.