I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

However, the life of the old butler Li Ming was forcefully pulled back from the road to the underworld by my father.

Since then, this Grandmaster Li Ming had tied his life to the Lu Family, always by their side through the changing seasons for decades.

"Go!"

With a fierce shout, Li Ming condensed Gang Qi to form an invisible support, and dragged Lu Jinyun to break through the air.

Their figures cut through the sky like arrows leaving the string, departing swiftly out of the courtyard.

Outside the Lu Family’s treasury, dozens of elite guards clad in mysterious armor stood frozen.

What did they see?

The one known as the "Pillar of Heaven of Daqian," an unparalleled Grandmaster.

At this moment, he was drenched in blood, with conspicuous blood drops on his silver-white beard.

His luxurious dark robes were soaked into a deep red, glaring in the sunlight.

"Old...Old Master?"

The voice of the leading guard’s commander trembled, the spear in his hand clattering to the ground.

--- This was the world’s Grand Marshal of the armies, an unparalleled Grandmaster.

Ten years ago, he single-handedly suppressed the rebellion in the Northern Territory, ten years ago, he severed the head of the barbarian High Priest with one sword, ten years ago, in court, a cold snort shattered the concealed weapon of three Grandmasters attacking...

Could such an unparalleled strongman also be injured?

The next moment, Lu Xuan raised his hand to stop everyone from approaching, his blood-stained sleeve reflecting in front of everyone.

"No problem."

"Lead the way!"

Lu Xuan’s expression was composed, his voice as cold as ice, with his hands behind his back.

The guard commander in front hurriedly stepped forward to push open the heavy black iron door.

Instantly, a dense aroma of spiritual medicine slammed into their faces — but what came into view were rows of empty wooden shelves!

"This..."

Upon seeing the scene inside clearly, Lu Xuan’s pupils contracted suddenly.

His temples throbbed, nearly breaking his injured composure.

What kind of joke is this?

The original owner was the Grand Marshal of the world’s armies, the treasury of such a mansion.

So clean that even a mouse would have to shed tears to be given a couple of grains of rice?

Can you translate, what is called a surprise!

Translate, what the fuck is called a surprise!

Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, casting a deep shadow in the empty treasury.

"What is going on?"

Lu Xuan’s calm questioning echoed in the stone chamber, making the guards behind him feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The guard captain opened his mouth, his Adam’s apple rolling with difficulty...

What?

What could be the matter?

Clearly, it was you, Old Master, who personally drafted the list and exchanged half of the treasures in the storeroom for life-saving grain.

If anyone else had asked, the guard captain would have really wanted to point at his nose and curse.

Are you getting senile?

Wasn’t this your doing, yet you still have the face to question us!

But naturally, facing Lu Xuan, the guard captain dared not speak like that.

"Reporting, reporting to the Old Master...."

The guard commander’s voice was terrifyingly dry.

"These are all... ordered by you personally, you commanded the Second Master to take them...."

"Three years ago, the great drought in the Northern Territory, the twelve kan of East Sea Pearls awarded by His Majesty were sold...."

"Five years ago, during the flood at the Southern Border, the thousand-year Lingzhi in stock, a total of thirty plants, were pawned...."

"And then last year, during the palace repairs, over five hundred black iron weapons were donated!"

"....."

With each sentence, Lu Xuan’s mouth twitched slightly.

Goodness, the original owner donated the entire family wealth.

You like being a Saint, don’t you!

He carefully planned this, fully expecting to find some heavenly treasures and rare artifacts in the Lu Family treasury to supplement his System Points.

In the Celestial Martial Realm, he repeatedly used those precious items to boost his System Points, and his strength advanced rapidly as a result.

But now the Lu Family’s treasury in front of him was pitifully empty, barer than a squeaky clean ceramic bowl.

"Is that so?"

"It seems, this Marshal truly has become senile!"

Lu Xuan gritted his teeth, the anger in his heart burning like a raging fire.

A treasure-less treasury was akin to a huge joke, simply ludicrous!

Who could stand it? In any case, Lu Xuan expressed that he couldn’t stand it at all.

Suddenly, Lu Xuan’s gaze froze. He locked onto the innermost part of the shelf.

A dust-covered wooden box!

It seemed to be the only item in the entire treasury that hadn’t been moved.

"What is that?"

The guard commander looked up and instantly turned pale: "Reporting to the Old Master, that is... it is your family rule, saying the descendants of the Lu Family must never use this item...."

"That is a precious heirloom left by the Lu Family ancestor!"

Lu Xuan had no patience for his chatter and impatiently waved his sleeve through the air.

A condensed Gang Yuan shot out like a blade, hitting the wooden box with precision.

With a crisp "snap," the wooden box opened, and old dust spread in the air.

Everyone stared intently, and inside the box lay a rusty horseshoe.

Its surface was covered with dark red rust stains, with some dried-up soil clinging to the edges, exuding an ancient and decayed aura.

In its shabby state, anyone who looked at it would think—

Which person picked up this junk from a rundown stable.

However, a strange light flashed in Lu Xuan’s eyes as he reached out with his palm to grasp at the void.

An invisible suction instantly enveloped the horseshoe.

The horseshoe seemed to be summoned and flew up with a "whoosh."

It rapidly flew into the wind and landed steadily in Lu Xuan’s palm.

Lu Xuan tightly gripped the piece of scrap iron, and upon seeing the information on the system panel, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (First Life)

Realm: Supreme Grandmaster (Initial Entry)

Cultivation Technique: Tiger Split Saber Skill! (8/9)

Points: 0

Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi detected, extract?

Excellent!

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Qian Ning City!

In the damp prison, the sound of dripping water mixed with the smell of blood, excessively piercing in the darkness.

Lu Haowu was suspended by four iron chains on the torture rack, his thin prison clothes long torn to shreds by the whip, revealing fierce wounds underneath.

Blood dripped from his fingertips, pooling into a dark red puddle on the filthy ground.

"You ingrate, after harassing Ningxue on the street, you still dare to claim injustice?"

In front of Lu Haowu stood three young men.

Chen Yuhong—the son of the Minister of Rites, lifted Lu Haowu’s chin with his whip while sneering.

Behind him, Liu Sheng, the son of the Minister of War, was playing with a red-hot branding iron.

While Zhang Li, the warden’s son, sneered as he turned the winch on the torture rack.

"Your grandfather, that old fool..." Liu Sheng suddenly approached, waving the branding iron before Lu Haowu’s eyes.

"Even the Lu Family might soon face annihilation by the Emperor!"

"Liu Sheng!"

"You’re courting death—!"

Lu Haowu suddenly erupted in fury, the chains clattering!

His eyes turned blood-red, and he forcefully broke one of the iron chains, causing Liu Sheng and Zhang Li to stagger back in fear.

"What are you afraid of!"

Chen Yuhong kicked Lu Haowu in the abdomen.

"No matter how arrogant the Lu Family is, can they defy the law?"

Suddenly——

"Boom!!!"

The thick iron door of the prison was shattered by a powerful force!

Amidst the dust, a figure flew through the air, embedding deeply into the torture rack.

It was a prison guard sent flying!

Immediately, there came the constant sound of metal clashing closer and closer within the prison........

It was the Lu Family’s elite troops, the Tiger Roar Guard!

Ten thousand heavy-armored cavalry charged through like no one could stop them, their cold saber lights illuminating the dim dungeon brightly.

Before the guards could react, they were held down with cold blades at their throats.

Lu Jinyun strode into the cell, but upon seeing Lu Haowu on the torture rack, his pupils suddenly contracted—

Covered in blood, the four iron chains cutting deeply into his flesh, and even his shoulder blades exposed with ghastly white bone visible.

"Haowu!"

Lu Jinyun’s voice trembled as he moved forward, but suddenly a shadow swept past his side.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed throughout the cell.

Li Ming’s skinny figure flashed like a phantom, the hilt of his knife making three rapid strikes.

Chen Yuhong, son of the Minister of Rites, was the first to wail miserably, his right leg twisting at an unnatural angle.

Next was Liu Sheng, whose kneecaps were crushed with a sound that made one’s teeth ache.

Finally, Zhang Li was swept by the back of a knife and crashed heavily into the wall.

"Mr. Li!"

Seeing this, Lu Jinyun swiftly intervened.

"Father’s side..."

Li Ming sheathed his sword and stood tall, his aged face icy cold: "Second Young Master, it’s alright."

"I will explain to the Master."

Suddenly, Liu Sheng, lying on the ground, lifted his head with a grimace: "You old thing!"

"How dare you hit me, my father is with the Ministry of War..."

"Minister of War?" Li Ming sneered: "You brat, what does he count as?"

Lu Jinyun’s eyes flashed coldly, making a decisive gesture to order.

"Retreat!"

"Take Haowu and return to the mansion immediately!"