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He flew three or four meters before crashing heavily to the ground with a loud thud.
Lu Yan clutched his chest, curled up in a ball like a boiled shrimp, coughing violently, tears and snot streaming down his face. For a moment, he couldn't even get up.
The whole place fell into silence instantly!
All the discussions, praises, and laughter came to an abrupt halt at that moment.
Those smiles, still frozen on the faces of the Lü family members, looked utterly ridiculous.
On the main seat, the smug sense of superiority on Lü Shou's face instantly turned into unbelievable astonishment.
The teacup in his hand wobbled slightly, and he didn't even feel the scalding tea spill onto his hand.
That astonishment, in a mere second, transformed into a chilling rage.
The entire banquet hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Chapter 12 This child is unruly; I shall depart first.
Lu Yan's burly body flew out like a broken sack and crashed heavily to the ground.
The change happened so fast that the astonishment on the faces of all the guests was still frozen.
Several experts from the Lü family immediately reacted, their expressions changing drastically as they rushed over.
One person quickly squatted down, placed his palm on Lü Yan's back, and tried to transfer Qi to stabilize his injuries.
The others hurriedly lifted him up, not daring to delay for a moment, and rushed towards the clinic in the backyard.
On the main seat, the old Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing suddenly stood up.
His face held just the right amount of "helplessness," mixed with "reproach" for the dissolute disciple who had caused such a disaster.
He strode up to Zhang Yunyuan, who was still in a punching stance, looking completely bewildered.
Without uttering a single kind word, the old master grabbed Zhang Yunyuan by the back of his collar with his large, fan-like hand and pulled him to his front.
A loud shout, full of energy, ensured that it could be heard clearly in every corner of the banquet hall.
"What did I tell you before I went down the mountain?!"
"Stop! Stop! How could you be so reckless!"
The old master seemed to be sternly reprimanding Zhang Yunyuan, but his hand holding Zhang Yunyuan was as steady as a mountain, without the slightest tremor.
Lu Shou's face had turned from an ashen blue to a terrifying purplish-red.
Watching his grandson being carried away, groaning in pain and curled up like a shrimp, and listening to the old master's seemingly lecturing but actually slapping remarks, he felt a surge of anger rush to his head.
He was so angry that he was trembling all over, his lips were shaking, but he couldn't utter a single word.
It was he who first stirred up the so-called "childlike fun".
It was he who personally guaranteed that "nothing will happen."
He was also his grandson, and from the very beginning, his moves were ruthless, showing no trace of a child's sparring.
He shut himself off from everything.
After Zhang Jingqing finished "scolding" Zhang Yunyuan, she turned around as if she had just noticed Lü Shou's expression.
He bowed respectfully to Lü Shou, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Patriarch Lü."
His tone was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, yet it carried an undeniable decisiveness.
“This unruly disciple is unruly and lacks restraint, disturbing the joy of Elder Lü’s birthday banquet. I am deeply sorry.”
"Today, I, Longhushan, will take my leave now and will bring generous gifts to visit you another day to express my apologies."
These words were both an apology and a notification.
After saying that, without even waiting for Lü Shou's reply, he grabbed Zhang Yunyuan, gave Tian Jinzhong a wink, and turned to walk out of the hall.
The trip to Longhu Mountain ended in full view of everyone, and they prepared to leave.
The Lü family saw their guests off with dark expressions throughout the entire process.
From Lü Shou down to every servant below, everyone's face was extremely grim.
The atmosphere at the birthday banquet was so oppressive it seemed to have frozen.
All the guests were silent, not daring to even breathe, keeping their eyes down, afraid of incurring the wrath of others.
Tian Jinzhong quickly followed, instinctively shielding the seemingly innocent and bewildered Zhang Yunyuan behind him, protecting him from the piercing gazes.
Lü Ci stood beside Lü Shou without moving.
His eyes were as sinister as a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, fixed on the small figure being protected by Tian Jinzhong.
The entire process of seeing the guest off was extremely oppressive.
Lü Shou stood in front of the main table, neither moving nor speaking.
He barely managed to maintain the last vestiges of courtesy befitting the head of the household, refraining from lashing out on the spot, but everyone could sense the barely contained rage and deep-seated humiliation emanating from him.
Lu Ci's gaze grew even more profound.
As the youngest member of the Lü family with the deepest understanding of "energy," his perception of power is far more acute than that of others.
Just now, at the moment Zhang Yunyuan unleashed that punch, something was briefly revealed.
It was a sense of control over one's own power that was so exquisite it was almost outrageous.
Although the feeling was fleeting and quickly overshadowed by the child's seemingly chaotic brute force, Lü Ci still instinctively caught it.
This gave him a sense of instinctive surprise and apprehension.
This kid... seems to know about "force"?
This thought, more so than simply being "slapped in the face," set off alarm bells in Lü Ci's mind.
A ten-year-old child not only possesses terrifying Qi energy, but also has a basic understanding of the application of "Jin" (energy).
This is beyond what genius can describe.
He was thinking rapidly in his mind at the same time.
Judging from Lü Yan's injuries just now, his sternum was probably fractured and his internal organs had been violently shaken.
Even if he himself used his Ruyi Force, he wouldn't dare say that he could beat Lü Yan, whose foundation was equally strong, into such a miserable state in a single move.
But Zhang Yunyuan, who looked like a delicate, beautiful child, actually did it.
Moreover, he only used the simplest and most basic lunge punch.
A terrible suspicion began to surface in Lü Ci's mind.
Could it be that at only ten years old, the amount of Qi within him has already reached the level of a superhuman who has cultivated for decades?
A member of the Lü family, pale-faced and stumbling, ran in from the backyard, his expression one of extreme panic.
He disregarded all etiquette and rushed directly to Lü Shou, his voice trembling with tears.
"Master! Something bad has happened!"
"Young Master Yan... he... his condition is very bad!"
The man was panting heavily, almost shouting.
"The doctor said that the force of that punch was too powerful and concentrated, and he... he can no longer gather his Qi!"
"It's highly... highly likely that I'll become a cripple!"
These words struck Lü Shou like a bolt from the blue.
It also struck the hearts of every member of the Lü family present.
One of the most valued direct descendants of the Lü family was crippled by a single punch during a "children's play" sparring match!
This is no longer just a matter of losing face.
This is a blood feud!
Lu Shou's last shred of rationality, which he had barely managed to maintain, collapsed at this moment.
The muscles on his old face twitched wildly, and his eyes were instantly filled with endless rage and resentment, turning blood red.
"what--!"
He let out a roar that sounded inhuman, his chest heaving violently.
He clenched his teeth so hard that a sickening grinding sound came from between them.
A few unclear words, yet filled with endless hatred, were squeezed out one by one from between his teeth.
"Master... Heavenly Master..."
"Our feud... begins today!"
Chapter 13 Five years on the mountain, the wind fills the tower as one prepares to descend.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye after the Lü family celebrated their birthday.
The tranquil life on Longhu Mountain seemed completely isolated from the chaos below.
On the edge of a cliff in the back mountain, a boy dressed in a plain Taoist robe was sitting cross-legged on a blue stone.
He was about ten years old, with delicate features, his jet-black hair tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, and his skin appearing fair and translucent under the nourishment of the mountain mist.
Judging by appearance alone, he was no different from the young Taoist disciples who had just begun their practice on the mountain, and even appeared somewhat frail due to his slender build.
This is Zhang Yunyuan.
He slowly opened his eyes, and a barely perceptible wisp of lightning flashed and disappeared deep within his pupils.
With a thought, he summoned his system panel.
Name: Zhang Yunyuan
[Superhuman Level: First-class (Lower Grade)]
[Techniques: Golden Light Mantra (Perfected), Yang Five Thunders (Mastered), Great Ruyi Force (Beginner)]