I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Subsequently, Lu Xuan’s gaze pierced through layers of emptiness, directly reaching Qingyun County beyond distant space-time.

The Lu Family residence.

After seeing the scene within the Lu Family residence.

The immortal radiance around Lu Xuan abruptly halted, transforming into specks of fine dust falling silently.

His fingertip suspended in mid-air trembled slightly, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped his heart.

The overwhelming power of the Red Dust Immortal surged and roared within Lu Xuan’s immortal body, yet remained futile against the piercing pain churning in his chest—

It was a tremor from the depths of his bloodline, the agony of life and death parting.

Lu Xuan stared at a certain place in the void, his pupils constricting intensely as a scene unfolded before him.

Before a humble bed, the withered hand of Lu Jiahe slowly lifted, clutching an elder with gray hair.

Tears gradually rose at the corners of Lu Jiahe’s eyes, blurring his vision, turning the light and shadow of the world into a misty ocean of white fog.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

Lu Jiahe’s aged voice carried the vicissitudes of a thousand years, gently echoing between the carved beams and columns.

Those eyes that had witnessed countless changes now shone astonishingly bright.

"Yun Qing, Yun’an..." The elder’s slender fingers gently lifted.

"For a father to live until today, is the destiny-defying miracle your eldest brother brought me..."

In front of the bed, two Divine Mansion Realm experts knelt sobbing.

Lu Yunqing’s fists clenched white within his sleeves, while Lu Yun’an’s forehead touched the cold floor tiles—

At this moment, even with the ability to move mountains and fill seas, they couldn’t retain their father’s last breath of life.

And such miracles could only belong to that eternally towering figure.

Their elder brother Lu Xuan, is the omnipotent heavens, a deity capable of holding destiny in his palm and rewriting life and death!

Now looking upon their father whose life was slipping away, Lu Yunqing and Lu Yun’an knew.

Their father was truly leaving!

"Remember, both of you..." Lu Jiahe suddenly grasped his two sons’ wrists tightly, "The future of the Lu Family..."

"Now rests on the shoulders of you two."

A thousand years of time is but the fleeting dream of a martial cultivator.

Father, he ultimately...

A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye...

Lu Xuan still remembers back then, when he defied destiny for his father, forcibly extending his life by a thousand years.

But now, fifteen hundred years have swiftly passed, and even with Lu Xuan’s formidable powers, he is ultimately powerless to reverse fate.

For these are the world rules of the Celestial Martial Realm, which Lu Xuan simply cannot change.

In an instant, Lu Xuan’s body transformed into nine streams of clear energy, tearing through the sky and shooting rapidly toward the family.

Qingyun County, the Lu Family residence.

On this day, Qingyun City was shrouded in solemn stillness.

Since the first light of dawn, the city’s citizens spontaneously donned plain attire, silently gathering outside the Lu residence like a tide.

On either side of the long street, not a soul was present yet there was no sound of commotion, only the autumn wind rustling leaves upon the bluestone.

Suddenly, nine sounds of dragon roars and phoenix cries echoed through heaven and earth.

Thirty-six cloud-stepping dragon steeds, pulling the imperial carriage, arrived breaking through the sky.

The new generation female Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, Xia Xingyue, personally led the civil and military officials to descend upon Qingyun County.

"Your Majesty, peace be with you!"

In front of the Lu residence, several impressive figures bowed in greeting.

These people were descendants of the Lu Family once personally rewarded by Lu Xuan.

Lu Yingying, Lu Ruoxue, among them...

Now all have achieved the Divine Mansion True Realm, their might shaking the land.

At their forefront, a descendant of the Lu Family clasped his hands and said in a trembling voice: "Our humble abode is simple, thank you, Majesty, for personally coming."

The Empress lightly raised her fair wrist, her imperial robe of dark black flowing with a subtle glow in the morning light.

She lowered her eyes slightly, gazing into the depths of the Lu residence, and spoke softly, "I once received the rescue of Mr. Lu’s son, the True Immortal, Lu Xuan, such kindness is unforgettable."

"Meeting Mr. Lu is also my honor!"

Following Empress Xia Xingyue’s elegant steps, the officials solemnly followed.

In the corridors within the residence, the Lu Family’s descendants lined up on both sides, each one a formidable figure capable of shocking regions.

Their eyes were red-rimmed, yet they maintained the demeanor of noble family heirs.

As Xia Xingyue’s phoenix shoes stepped onto the inner courtyard’s bluestone, suddenly the sky shifted with wind and clouds, and a rift appeared.

Nine streams of clear energy, carrying the echoes of countless stars, poured down, weaving into a dazzling and spectacular rainbow in the sky.

As the brilliance faded, Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, an aura of transcendence enveloping him.

This stunning scene left everyone present breathless—whether the civil and military officials of the Great Xia dynasty or the ancestors and descendants of the Lu Family, they all stood frozen like clay sculptures.

Amidst the sounds of gasping, some descendants of the Lu Family who had seen Lu Xuan’s true appearance were the first to break the silence.

"Mr. Xuan?"

"It’s Mr. Xuan!"

Soon after, exclamations rose like waves: "It’s Mr. Lu!"

"He’s back."

The calls echoed in the courtyard, yet the figure only nodded slightly.

The immortal’s presence was clearly near, yet it seemed separated by an eternity.

Lu Xuan slowly raised his hand and pushed open the carved wooden door that held countless memories.

Inside the room, incense wafted, Lu Jiahe lay on a golden silk couch, his white hair shimmering like silver in the sunlight, his face peaceful as if merely napping.

The moment Lu Xuan stepped over the threshold, the teacup in Liang Cheng’s hand shattered in response.

Lu Yunqing’s eyes instantly reddened, Lu Yun’an staggered half a step forward, and Lu Qingqing was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Upon hearing the commotion, Lu Jiahe’s cloudy pupils suddenly lit up with starlight, his withered fingers trembled slightly, as if in a final grasp for life, he propped himself up.

"Xuan!"

"You came..." Lu Jiahe’s voice held a millennium-spanning concern and relief.

Lu Xuan hurried forward, kneeling on one knee, holding his father’s cold hand.

"Father!"

Even this immortal body of Lu Xuan’s began to tremble slightly.

Those hands that once controlled the cosmos now carefully held Lu Jiahe’s aged palm, like cradling fragile glass.

Lu Jiahe’s withered fingers gently caressed the back of Lu Xuan’s hand, his murky eyes glowed faintly, his voice weak yet every word weighed a thousand pounds.

"Xuan, you’ve worked hard..."

Since he was a boy, his Xuan had practiced swordsmanship day and night.

From that moment, Lu Jiahe knew.

His son was destined not to be an ordinary person and couldn’t immerse himself in the mundane world, staying by his side.

The hardships of martial cultivation, the untold fatigue, only made Lu Jiahe heartache and helpless.

Lu Xuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently, just uttering half a sentence.

"Father, perhaps I..."

He was interrupted by Lu Jiahe’s raised hand, with an irrevocable firmness: "Xuan, there is no need anymore."

Lu Jiahe’s eyes shone with a light that saw through everything, his lips held a serene smile.

Such simple words caused Lu Xuan to shiver all over.

It turned out his father had long seen through it all.

"Even though I haven’t mastered martial arts..." Lu Jiahe’s voice was as light as falling pine needles.

"But not so muddle-headed... that I couldn’t see the cost my son paid..."

Such heaven-defying methods could not possibly come without a cost.

Lu Jiahe wasn’t afraid of death, only of dragging his son into an abyss of no return.

To gain life at the expense of his son’s safety.

If that were the case, it would be better for him to die.

"You knew all along..."

Always detached, Lu Xuan now choked up like a child who had done wrong.

The last time, when Lu Xuan forcibly extended Lu Jiahe’s life, the world’s will had already taken notice.

If it happened again, Lu Xuan couldn’t guarantee what would occur.

At that moment, Lu Jiahe suddenly laughed, and that smile made him look as if he returned to his prime.

"For the remaining time, let me... properly look at you..."

"Just like... when you were a child..."

...

A year later!

Lu Xuan stood in the sky above the ancestral home of the Lu Family, his body surrounded by flowing immortal radiance like a long river.

Glancing back at the gradually shrinking Lu Family, he sighed softly, and his figure merged into the void.

Lu Xuan left behind several restrictions to protect the Lu Family.

This journey, he was to enter the illusory red dust cycle, refining his spirit amidst worldly experiences.

According to several Immortal Lords, this red dust cycle did not exist in the reality they were familiar with.

But rather, it was hidden in the ethereal, ever-changing seams of time and space.