I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Only when the damaged soul is restored to a flawless state can it once again enter the cycle of reincarnation and train in the mortal world.

"No wonder those old monsters often retreat for thousands of years..."

Lu Xuan tapped his fingertips on the table, sorting through the information in his mind.

......

At this moment!

An old voice came through the intricately carved wooden door, carrying a mix of reverence and unease.

"Master, the Second Young Master... still refuses to give up!"

Lu Xuan’s eyes narrowed as all the information of this world appeared before him.

Daqian Dynasty, the Lu Mansion!

The character he was to play in this lifetime happened to also be named Lu Xuan.

Personally appointed by the Emperor as the Grand Marshal of all the nation’s armies, holding supreme military power, and bestowed with the hereditary title of Duke Pillar of the State, with a fiefdom of ten thousand households.

Not only that, but Lu Xuan was also entrusted with the important role of the Imperial Tutor, being the mentor to the current Emperor of Daqian.

Furthermore, in this world, Lu Xuan had lived for more than eighty years.

Having experienced three dynasties, he was highly revered and his status was supremely esteemed.

Three consecutive emperors had granted him the privilege of not bowing upon seeing the Emperor, and he could wear his sword and shoes into the palace.

Such an honor, throughout the history of the Daqian Dynasty, was a treatment that could scare someone to death.

Because, in this lifetime, Lu Xuan.

Not only was he the Grand Marshal of all the nation’s armies, but he was also one of the three supreme Grandmasters in the Daqian Dynasty!

Damn!

What kind of extermination package is this?

Exercising control over all the armies, wearing his sword and shoes into the palace, not hurrying in court, and receiving no named accolades.

Granted the Nine Bestowments, given the Seal Line, the Cap of Wandering, the Green Ribbon, opening a mansion on par with the Three Dukes, ranking above the Princes!

It’s just short of writing the position of "Permanent Deputy Emperor of Daqian" on Lu Xuan.

After the memories were fully fused, a subtle smile appeared at the corner of Lu Xuan’s mouth, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

It turns out that the original owner of this body—the so-called "Grand Marshal of all the nation’s armies," "Duke Pillar of the State," and "Imperial Tutor,"

was actually such a principled old stickler to be nearly pedantic!

Simply put, this old guy was so righteous that he was almost a heretic!

Holding supreme military power, he formed no factions, harbored no selfish interests, and though his disciples and former subordinates were spread throughout the court, he never cultivated a private power base.

He was not greedy for wealth or lustful; there wasn’t even a decent treasure in his mansion, and his entire salary was used for disaster relief and helping the people.

He did not shield his friends, nor did he bend the law; when his own relatives violated military discipline, they were executed according to the law, even despite the Emperor’s plea.

He feared no power and was unafraid of death; once, for advising the late Emperor, he was flogged fifty times in court, yet his expression never changed.

"Goodness, is this guy a reincarnated saint?" Lu Xuan couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle.

The problem is—while he enjoyed himself, those around him suffered greatly.

The sons and daughters of the Lu Mansion suffered suppression without any privileges because the original owner was so impartial.

Some ministers in the court who sided with the original owner and the old subordinates who had once followed him on the battlefield,

whenever they violated discipline, the original owner punished them all severely, showing no mercy, with penalties ranging from exile to complete family extermination.

"Righteousness over family?"

Until now, Lu Xuan felt numb.

The prized disciple of the original owner, for accepting the goodwill of local officials, was stripped of his military rank in public, never to be employed again.

There were also several life-saving benefactors, including an old general who once took an arrow for the original owner in his youth.

For embezzling military funds, he was personally sent to the guillotine by the original owner.

Even to this day, his grandson Lu Haowu,

for secretly sneaking out of the military camp and harassing the Prime Minister’s daughter.

was imprisoned by the original owner’s order, and was to be executed publicly in a few days.

"No wonder the Emperor trusts him so much... is this really a powerful minister?"

"This is clearly a living King Yama!"

Lu Xuan rubbed his temple, suddenly feeling a bit troubled.

The reputation of the original owner was too upright; if he suddenly changed his style, he would arouse suspicion from everyone.

Yet, if he continued to maintain this character of "impartial and incorruptible," Lu Xuan’s plan to train in the mortal world would likely become difficult to proceed with.

Because training in the mortal world is supposed to follow one’s heart; how can one go against one’s own conscience?

Enough, since he inherited this body, everything will proceed according to his will!

Outside the door!

The scorching sun heated the green stone slabs to the point of burning, the hot air distorting the air.

Ahead, an old butler with white hair leaned on a vermillion-painted pillar, his dim old eyes fixed on the stubborn figure in the courtyard.

A middle-aged man in a moon-white robe, with large sweat stains spreading beneath his knees.

The crown on his head is askew, and the bloodstains mixed with dust on his forehead from being scratched by gravel glisten glaringly red in the sunlight.

"Alas!"

The elderly steward of the Lu Family let out a sigh, his withered fingers unconsciously rubbing the brass key at his waist.

"Master, he... is determined this time."

"Young Master Jinyun, perhaps you should go back first!"

Hearing this, Lu Jinyun, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly looked up, revealing the red veins at the corners of his eyes.

"Mr. Li, Haowu, that child, I have held him since he was little."

"He doesn’t even dare to touch his own maid, how could he commit the disgraceful act of molesting the Prime Minister’s daughter?"

"Someone must have set him up!!!"

The angry voice was so loud it hurt one’s eardrums.

"Young Master Jinyun, please return to your room and rest."

The elderly steward of the Lu Family hunched his back and stepped forward to support him, but his hand, like dried tree bark, hovered in the air before finally dropping helplessly.

"As for Young Master Haowu, this old servant will spare no effort, even with these old bones, to try to persuade him."

He really couldn’t bear to see this scene.

Second Young Master Jinyun had been kneeling for two whole days, the bluestone under his knees worn dark, yet the person in the study hadn’t even lifted the curtains a little.

Old Master, you remain so heartless!

Everyone in the house knew that only the deceased old matriarch, when she was alive, could persuade the old master.

This time, Lu Jinyun didn’t respond, but heavily knocked his head on the ground, his forehead pressing against the cold stone slab.

"Father!"

His voice was hoarse, "Haowu would never do such a thing!"

"He has been wronged!"

"Please... investigate!"

"After all, he is your own grandson!"

"Young Master Jinyun..."

The voice of the elderly steward of the Lu Family was hoarse, "Why put yourself through this?"

"You know the master’s temper better than this old servant."

Just as the steward finished speaking, a shadow enveloped with authority suddenly loomed over their heads.

The air under the scorching sun seemed to freeze instantly, the cicadas’ chirping abruptly stopped, and even the lanterns hanging under the corridor forgot to sway.

The steward instinctively looked up, his wrinkled face raising, his cloudy eyes bulging suddenly—

Lu Xuan was seen dressed in a black brocade robe that billowed like an ink cloud, a token at his waist emitting a cold light.

The original face that always carried an unassailable authority was now shrouded in shadow, intensifying the unfathomable pressure of Lu Xuan.

"Master!"

The steward’s legs went weak, almost causing him to kneel.

Lu Jinyun also suddenly looked up, his knees scratching loudly against the bluestone.

"Father!"

Lu Jinyun almost blurted out, but as he met the other’s unfathomable gaze, he instantly fell silent.

"Haowu..."

Before he could finish, Lu Xuan’s articulate hand had already reached into the air.

In front of him, Lu Jinyun, guided by some unexplainable force, tightly closed his eyes, his neck taut like a bowstring.

This posture seemed like he was prepared to forcibly endure a slap.

Because since childhood, whenever the Lu family children made mistakes, they would at least receive a fiery slap from their father.

At worst, they would be tied in the Lu Family’s ancestral hall to endure harsh family punishments.

However, the anticipated excruciating pain did not fall upon him; Lu Jinyun only felt a tightening around his waist, and his entire body was lifted into the air.

The iron-like grip seemed casual, yet it precisely supported his numb body.

When he landed, Lu Jinyun’s feet firmly stepped onto the bluestone, without a hint of unsteadiness.

"Father, you!"

Lu Jinyun staggered back half a step, his wide-open pupils reflecting Lu Xuan’s impassive face.

Though the scorching sun was high, vicious enough to roast a person dry.

Yet, Lu Jinyun felt cold all over, doubting his own existence.

Wondering if kneeling for so long had made him hallucinate.

"Hmm."

Lu Xuan responded shortly, his gaze sweeping over the scabbed wound on the other’s temple.

Then, a dazzling golden light suddenly pierced through the glaring sun.

"Take it."

"If there’s indeed a grievance, then investigate!"

A gilt token suddenly appeared in Lu Jinyun’s view.

The sunlight flowed over the seven characters, "Supreme Commander of All Armed Forces," stabbing Lu Jinyun’s eyes with pain.