I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

The State Preceptor Taiyu was draped in a black robe, with a high crown on his head, surrounded by barely perceptible black Gang Yuan, giving off an aura of mystery.

Master Zhu Huo, in his fiery red robe, resembled a burning flame, yet he was now devoid of his usual flamboyance, his expression grave.

The State Preceptor Jijing was clad in white, leaning on a golden nanmu cane, his visage austere but with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

"That young Lu Jinyun seems to have acquired a divine weapon!"

Mr. Qingtian was the first to break the silence, his voice deep and serious, echoing through the spacious great hall.

"Indeed!"

"It's a supreme treasure saber capable of easily slaying even a Grandmaster!" The State Preceptor Taiyu nodded slightly, a flash of apprehension in his eyes.

"The power of this saber far exceeds imagination; if left unchecked, the consequences will be dire."

Master Zhu Huo stood up in agitation, "We cannot allow him to defeat us one by one!"

"Daqian is advancing with unstoppable momentum; if we do not act now, we might be the next to fall!"

"We must join forces and seize that divine weapon from Lu Jinyun's hands!"

"Only then will we have the capital to contend with Daqian!"

The State Preceptor Jijing gently tapped his cane, contemplating for a moment before speaking, "Well said."

"On the day Emperor Wanchu died, nearly everyone in the Wanchu army witnessed it."

"He was slain by that golden saber in Lu Jinyun's hand."

"This saber is extraordinary; within it, terrifying manifestations of Tiger Kings are released, and not just one!"

"Those manifestations unleash immense power, leaving carnage in their wake."

"Even a Grandmaster finds it difficult to withstand their attacks."

The four preceptors sat together, fiercely discussing countermeasures, the atmosphere within the hall somber and tense.

Finally, a seemingly ordinary yet powerful phrase concluded the lengthy meeting.

"In seven days, gather in the Daqian capital, kill Lu Jinyun, and seize the supreme saber!"

...…

As the banners of Daqian and the Lu Family flew atop the walls of Qian Ning City, the war that reshaped the world's order spread across the realm with an almost magical speed.

In the taverns of the marketplace, storytellers' wood blocks hadn't yet fallen when listeners eagerly passed around the freshly inked battle reports.

An old farmer straightened his back in the fields, gazing at the flowing clouds and murmuring to himself.

As if still questioning whether this great victory in war was real.

The people felt as if they were in a dream.

Past wars always seemed like a long nightmare.

The bugles of frontier cities tore through dawn, soldiers' packs filled with blood and tears, while women and children waited in vain, seeing only bones wrapped in straw return.

But this time, from the sounding of battle drums to the changing of the Wanchu Palace, it took only a mere sixty days, arriving swiftly and departing just as decisively.

No gruesome sights of endless corpses, no years-long sieges.

This victory also caused the Lu Family's reputation to soar like a wildfire.

The imperial bright yellow dragon banners, once symbols of royal power, seemed dim next to the Lu Family's black war banners.

On the imperial road in the royal city, carriages of the royal family passing by the Lu residence had to slow down.

In court, even the most unyielding princes had to show respect when facing the Lu Family members.

In streets and alleys, as the Lu Family carriages passed by, commoners spontaneously knelt and kowtowed, foreheads touching the bluestone pavement, as if welcoming the descent of the War God.

And Lu Jinyun, the commander holding the mysterious golden saber, rewrote the annals of Daqian with his own power.

His name flew from Qian Ning City to the farthest corners of the realm, possessing a legend greater than Mr. Lu, who once shook the world.

In the marketplace, tales of his heroic ventures riding alone into battle were spoken, while teahouses praised his strategies and wisdom.

Even children at play brandished wooden swords, shouting the name of "Mr. Lu."

At this moment, Lu Jinyun had surpassed the status of an ordinary minister, becoming a presence in the hearts of Daqian's people, more brilliant than the emperor.

Silently, seven days passed.

Under the cloak of night in Qian Ning City, the lights in thousands of houses gradually dimmed, with only the watchman's clappers echoing through the silent streets.

However, when the clappers struck three times, the firmament suddenly churned with an invisible force—

A fierce storm burst forth from the southwestern sky.

Soon after, forty-four terrifying auras shot skyward, swiftly piercing the clouds, tearing the dense night apart.

This unparalleled pressure caused some sleeping martial artists in the city to wake drenched in cold sweat, dogs barking intermittently.

The guards on the city walls turned pale, their weapons clattering to the ground—

For they clearly saw forty-four apparitions rushing toward the Lu residence with unstoppable force.

A total of forty-four supreme Grandmasters existed.

That is a terrifying force capable of overthrowing any dynasty foundation and rewriting the world's landscape!

In an instant, the sky above the Lu Family's residence changed dramatically.

Thousands of glazed lamps suddenly lit up among the blue tiles, illuminating the entire Lu Family estate like a firework display.

The copper bells on the eaves moved without wind, producing a piercing buzzing sound.

Under the radiance of these thousands of lanterns, the flying eaves and brackets gleamed like coiled golden dragons, illuminating every corner meticulously.

Amidst this blinding light, forty-four figures suddenly appeared above the Lu Family's residence.

The fluttering black robes vaguely formed an impenetrable killing formation.

The aura around the four leaders was especially imposing; they were none other than the emperors of Qingtian, Taiyu, Zhu Huo, and Jijing.

Draped in dragon robes, they did not exude luxury; instead, the surging True Qi within them formed a Gang Yuan Protective Shield visible to the naked eye.

These four were peerless experts at the late stage of supreme Grandmasterhood, exuding overwhelming pressure with every gesture!

At this moment, they looked at the brightly lit Lu Family residence, exchanging glances with a flash of surprise and suspicion in their eyes.

"Have we been discovered?"

Emperor Zhu Huo was the first to break the silence, his voice deep like thunder.

He looked at the orderly defensive formation within the Lu Family, at the Lu Family's elite forces long prepared, feeling a foreboding unease in his heart.

The other three emperors' expressions were grave, all realizing a terrifying fact.

The meticulously planned surprise attack had been fully exposed to the Lu Family's sight even before it was executed.

And the Lu Family members in the shadows had likely been waiting for these people to walk into their trap.

However, this shock was fleeting.

The corners of Emperor Taiyu's mouth under his black robe slowly curled into a cold arc, and the Gang Yuan around him suddenly surged like waves!

After all, in the eyes of these supreme Grandmasters who could casually destroy a small mountain with a wave of their hand,

the so-called "ambush" was nothing more than child's play.

Emperor Qingtian caught a falling dry leaf, True Qi flowing through his fingertips, and the leaf instantly turned to dust and dissipated.

Even if a million troops encircled them, to them, it was nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree.

No matter how numerous ants may be, how could they harm a true dragon soaring through the clouds?

"Surrender the Golden Saber!"

Emperor Jijing's voice carried a chilling coldness, "We shall spare your lives!"

Before the words finished echoing, the forty Grandmasters behind the four emperors simultaneously took half a step forward.

The majestic aura was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, causing fine cracks to appear in the blue bricks of the Lu Family residence.

Facing the four emperors, and the solidified oppression from forty supreme Grandmasters, Lu Jinyun and his companions remained unchanged in expression.

"Are they all here?"

"Jinyun."

At the moment when the four powerful nations' gazes suddenly contracted, Lu Jinyun and his companions simultaneously stepped aside.

An aged yet upright figure slowly stepped out from the main hall of the Lu Family.

Each step seemed to ripple invisibly, quietly dissipating the oppressive aura above.

"Father, they are almost all here, except for a few that slipped through the net."

Lu Jinyun cupped his hands in salute, his words carrying a composed assurance.

All of this was orchestrated by Lu Xuan behind the scenes.

Lu Jinyun deliberately flaunted the power of the Golden Saber amid the great battle.

He intended to intimidate the remaining four empires and then gather them together.

Lu Xuan nodded slightly.

"That's good!"

"It's time for everything to end!"

This cycle of mortal affairs was approaching completion.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (First Life)

Realm: Land Immortal (Complete)

Cultivation Technique: Tiger Split Saber Skill 20/9

Points: 15,000,000