I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

"Father?"

"You?"

Lu Jinyun stared blankly at the golden token in his palm, the cold metallic touch reminding him.

This was no illusion.

The token refracted dazzling light under the sun, the seven gilded characters "Supreme Commander of All Armed Forces" stinging his eyes.

This was the first time in his life that Lu Jinyun had touched this symbol of supreme military power.

However, before his fingertips could warm the cold metal, a muffled sound suddenly echoed in his ears.

Suddenly, a warm liquid splattered onto his face.

Lu Xuan’s throat churned with a metallic taste, a crimson mist of blood mixed with fragmented internal energy spewed out.

Lu Jinyun’s pupils constricted, he only saw his father’s face flushed red like blood, his eyes bursting with a terrifying red glow.

"Bang!"

Amidst a thunderous boom, a shockwave wrapped in a fierce Gang Qi exploded from Lu Xuan as the center.

Lu Jinyun and the old butler were flung backwards like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the bluestone wall.

"Father!"

"Master!"

Two exclamations rang out simultaneously.

The two, not yet recovered from the dizziness, stumbled up from the shattered porcelain on the ground, staggering as they attempted to rush towards the breathless Lu Xuan.

"Stop!"

Lu Xuan pressed his bloodstained palm into the air.

In an instant, a semi-transparent invisible wall of energy rose, forcefully repelling the two rushing towards him.

"Drip—"

Crimson blood droplets rolled down Lu Xuan’s chin, splattering into eerie blood lotuses on the blue stone slabs.

The old butler suddenly began to tremble violently, pointing at the chaotic Gang Qi surging around Lu Xuan, his voice filled with terror.

"Master, this... this is clearly a sign of going mad due to internal training!"

Lu Xuan propped himself up weakly, a muffled groan escaping his throat.

In his aged eyes, a fleeting, barely noticeable cold light flashed, quickly morphing into a look of agony.

Very good!

Excellent!

Someone spoke on his behalf.

As an unparalleled Martial Arts Grandmaster at the pinnacle of martial arts, it was a simple matter for Lu Xuan to manipulate internal Gang Qi to simulate an illusion, creating this impression.

He only needed to control the flow of True Qi and add some deliberate disarray to convincingly act out this scene of going mad from internal training.

Observing the anxious and panicked demeanor of the two before him, Lu Xuan suppressed the smile forming on his lips.

Continuing to feign weakness, he began calculating his next move inside.

Lu Xuan intended to use the pretext of going mad to conceal the true reason for his drastic change in temperament.

"Master!"

The old butler stumbled, trying to rush forward, "I will fetch... right away."

"Stand back!"

Lu Xuan suddenly shouted, his sleeves billowing, raising waves of violent air currents.

Subsequently, Lu Xuan staggered back several steps, his robe billowing even without wind, white hair wildly fluttering.

Such a stance, anyone witnessing would be certain it was a sign of going mad.

From afar, Lu Jinyun tightly clenched the token, his knuckles turning white.

Watching his father in apparent "pain," he did not realize that this "gone mad" Grandmaster was precisely controlling each ripple of Qi within his body.

"It was merely a slight error in breath control during blade practice, you need not panic."

Lu Xuan let out a hoarse chuckle, his bloodstained lips forming a forced smile.

"It’s just a minor madness, I will recover after some days of rest."

Lu Xuan’s voice was hoarse and low, yet carried an indisputable authority.

He raised a hand to wipe the blood from his lips, a dark red immediately spreading on his dark sleeve.

"Jinyun, Li Ming."

His gaze swept sharply over the two of them,

"You two, quickly investigate this case, do not tarnish the Lu Family’s honor."

Before his words had fully settled, Lu Xuan’s silhouette had already begun to blur.

The leaves in the courtyard suddenly moved without wind, forming a vortex around him.

The old butler Li Ming was about to speak when he met Lu Xuan’s final gaze.

"Remember—"

This whisper resounded directly in their ears,

"Do not disappoint me!"

After the whirlwind dispersed, only a few spinning leaves remained, along with the blood still wet on the ground.

Lu Jinyun gazed blankly in the direction of his father’s disappearance, the gold token in his hand suddenly becoming unbearably heavy.

Suddenly, Li Ming’s hand clamped down hard on Lu Jinyun’s wrist, the bony fingers sinking deep into his skin, blue-white prints instantly appearing.

Before Lu Jinyun could speak, a sharp glint shot from the old butler Li Ming’s murky eyes.

His stooped figure suddenly straightened, his robes whipped by a strong wind, as if a storm was raging within his sleeves.

"Second Young Master!"

Li Ming’s shout was so powerful that the bronze bells hanging under the eaves buzzed with sound.

"For the master who is one of the Daqian’s three unparalleled Martial Arts Grandmasters, how could a mere bout of madness harm him in the slightest!"

Before the sound faded, an imposing eruption of Gang Qi, like a volcanic explosion, suddenly burst around the old butler Li Ming.

The centuries-old locust tree in the courtyard scattered leaves in all directions, the blue brick ground cracking like a spider web with him at the center.

Even the lantern hanging under the eaves was shattered by this intense wave of force.

This seemingly frail old man, at this moment, exuded an aura sharp as an unsheathed legendary sword, his hunchback supporting a field of lethal intent.

Lu Jinyun watched the powerful aura surging around the old butler, his pupils contracting suddenly.

It was at that moment that Lu Jinyun finally remembered the true strength of this old man.

A presence with mastery of the Grandmaster Realm!

This was the very man who, years ago, wielding a rusty blade, ventured seven times into and out of the enemy’s camp, personally beheading three Martial Arts Grandmasters.

So, in Qian Ning City, this city full of hidden talents and masters.

Li Ming being called the "Anchoring Pin of the Lu House," could surely not be an ordinary person!