I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

These two words were like Nine Netherworld Ice, making Li Ming’s hair stand on end with cold.

He instinctively looked up, meeting Lu Xuan’s deep and unfathomable eyes—what he saw was an incredible agreement!

"Tch."

A drop of cold sweat fell to the ground, scattering fine dust on the blue bricks.

Indeed, Li Ming was panicking!

He was even a little scared.

If it weren’t for the fact that there was no change in the aura of the master in front of him,

he would really suspect that someone was impersonating the master.

"Boom!"

A sudden gust of wind swept through the bamboo leaves, weaving a giant golden tiger’s shadow in the sky.

Li Ming’s withered fingers dug deeply into the blue bricks, thin streaks of blood oozing between his fingertips.

This is not right...

This is completely wrong...

The pupils of Li Ming, the old housekeeper, contracted intensely.

The master has always valued rules the most.

In the past, even a slight overreach by the guards in the mansion would be severely punished.

But now...

Everything he did just now was enough to be sentenced to death dozens of times over.

It was precisely because of the master’s character.

Li Ming was worried that Lu Jinyun and other members of the Tiger Roar Guard would all be punished by the master.

So he decided to take it all on himself, enduring the master’s wrath.

At worst, he would just die.

"Li Ming."

Lu Xuan suddenly leaned over, his blood-stained silver beard brushed the old man’s stiff shoulder.

At this distance, Li Ming could clearly see—a tiger’s shadow lurking in the master’s pupils!

"Get up."

Lu Xuan’s icy fingers patted his trembling back, the force so light it was disconcerting.

The inner courtyard of the Lu Family!

Lu Xuan walked into the inner courtyard, his dark brocade boots stepping over the blue stone bricks engraved with tiger patterns.

These imperial-gifted bricks, after years of wear, still held sharp edges.

Every tiger pattern seemed to silently recount the Lu Family’s past glory.

Wherever Lu Xuan went, the servants would bow like a wave of wheat.

With a creak, the carved nanmu doors opened, releasing a heavy aroma of medicine, mixed with the bitterness of angelica and the sweet irony of cinnabar.

"Uncle!"

"Master!"

"Brother!"

"Father!"

Amidst the rising exclamations, Lu Xuan’s gaze swept over the people in the room like lightning.

The crowd by the bed parted like waves—the third son, Lu Ming, knelt on the ground, his back taut like a fully drawn bow.

The eldest son of the second branch, Lu Jincity, stood with his hands down, a flicker of fear flashing in his eyes.

Several daughters-in-law held sharkskin handkerchiefs, their partially obscured faces still tear-streaked, yet unable to hide their prying gazes.

The most attention-grabbing were the three elders dressed in crane-patterned brocade robes.

Zhang Linjing, the head of the Imperial Hospital, deftly manipulated his fingers, the Golden Needle piercing the youth’s acupoint like a spirited snake.

The trembling frequency of the needle’s tail hinted at the secret Nine Revolutions Needle Immortal Skill of the Imperial Hospital.

Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly, having three imperial physicians simultaneously perform this miraculous needle skill.

Only the Lu Family in the entire Qian Ning City could enjoy such immense imperial grace.

"Grandfather..."

Lu Haowu, lying on the bed, struggled to get up, only to be pinned back by Lu Xuan’s stern gaze.

The boy’s exposed shoulder blades bore four bone-deep chain wounds, the eerie blue-black color standing out.

The edges of the wounds rolled like jagged sawteeth, clearly left by the legendary "Ten Thousand Pounds Lock" used to shackle serious criminals.

Clang—

The white jade bracelet shattered into pieces on the blue bricks, as the eldest daughter-in-law, Ms. Liou, fell heavily to her knees.

Her well-maintained forehead pressed against the broken jade, soon soaking in a patch of red.

"Father!"

"Please...fight for Haowu!"

The choked voice abruptly stopped.

This usually dignified lady suddenly broke down and cried out in a heart-wrenching manner.

Her carmine-tipped nails dug deeply into the brick cracks, as if to pour out all the grief of losing her husband for ten years.

Lu Xuan’s gaze slightly tightened.

Memories surged like a tide—that bloody battle in the Northern Territory ten years ago, where his eldest son Lu Jintian died on the battlefield.

Now the only bloodline of Lu Jintian lay barely alive before him.

"If something happens to Haowu..."

Ms. Liou suddenly raised her head, a resolute light bursting from her swollen eyes.

"Then we’ll be together with father and son!"

The hand in Lu Xuan’s sleeve tightened slightly.

What a true master!

For the meaningless reputation of "impartiality," he would even sacrifice the life of his own grandson.

This kind of stubborn old fool seeking self-glorification is simply... somewhat defying the heavens.

Lu Xuan would never do such a thing.

Dong!

At that moment, Lu Jinyun’s forehead slammed heavily against the blue bricks, and blood instantly flowed down from his brow.

His spine stood straight, muscles knotted under the dark martial robe—this was the posture ready to endure family punishment at any time.

"I privately mobilized the Tiger Roar Guard to forcibly bring back Haowu."

"Please, Father, punish me."

Suddenly, the room fell into a deathly silence.

The sobs of the eldest daughter’s wife abruptly ceased, and the golden needles of several Imperial Physicians fell to the ground.

Everyone knew what this implied—breaking into the heavenly prison is a crime punishable by extermination of nine clans!

"Ka-cha!"

Lu Xuan suddenly crushed the floor tile with one foot.

Under the terrified gazes of the crowd, he reached out to lift the bowing Lu Jinyun.

"No worry, Father will arrange freely!"

Upon hearing these words, the three Imperial Physicians froze in place, with the residual warmth of the golden needles still clinging to their fingertips.

As Zhang Jinglin exchanged glances with his colleagues, their pupils reflected each other’s pale, paper-like faces—

My goodness!

These things seem to be beyond what small fry like us are qualified to hear.

This is a matter of decapitation!

"This humble one... this humble one greets Grandmaster!"

Zhang Linjing hurriedly knelt, pressing his forehead against the cold floor tiles.

The two young Imperial Physicians behind him were trembling like sieves!

This isn’t diagnosing a pulse, it’s clearly stepping into a dragon’s den!

"Grandmaster, the injuries of your grandson..."

Zhang Linjing’s Adam’s apple rolled, his voice dry and scary.

"Mr. Haowu’s eight extraordinary meridians, hand tri-yin, foot tri-yang six major veins are all damaged."

"Simultaneously, there is blood congestion at the Qi Sea point; if not promptly cleared, I fear..."

With each injury reported, the tense atmosphere in the room thickened a notch.

At the mention of "dantian Qi Sea damage," Zhang Linjing was suddenly choked by an invisible force, and the latter half of the sentence got stuck in his throat.

"In future, Mr. Haowu cannot continue martial arts!"

"What did you say?"

Before the words finished, the figure on the bed suddenly sprang up!

"Impossible!"

Lu Haowu tore open his collar with blood-red eyes, revealing the hideous bruises on his chest.

He desperately stimulated the Inner Qi within himself, only to evoke black blood from the corners of his mouth—

Normally controlled like an extension of his arm, the True Qi at this moment was galloping recklessly inside him like a runaway horse.

"Grandpa, I... I can still feel the True Qi!"

"Those damned beasts!"

A cousin of the original body suddenly flipped the low table, accompanied by the sound of shattering green porcelain teacups.

This usually calm and low-key elder’s veins popped violently.

"To dare strike such a vicious hand on little Haowu!"

He turned to look at Lu Xuan, flames of revenge burning in his eyes.

Yet when meeting his brother’s cold abyss-like gaze, he involuntarily fell silent.

"Why!"

"I..."

Unable to practice martial arts, isn’t that the same as being useless!

Boom—

Nine streams of tiger-shaped Gang Qi materialized suddenly, causing the whole annex room’s air to stagnate.

Lu Xuan gently pressed his palm on Lu Haowu’s head, and instantly the golden light flourished.

The boundless Gang Qi surged into Lu Haowu’s body like rivers flowing backward.

"Ugh!"

Lu Haowu’s body shivered violently, as black blood threads seeped from his seven orifices.

Those internal injuries in front of Lu Xuan’s supreme Gang Qi were like snow meeting scorching sun, instantly melting away.

Even more astonishingly, the hideous wounds on the youth’s exterior began to heal and regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The silver needle in Zhang Linjing’s hand fell to the ground with a "ding-dong," his old eyes widening to the utmost.

In sixty years of medical practice, he had never seen such a miracle—not needing golden needles to penetrate points, nor requiring auxiliary decoctions.

Just relying on the rich Gang Qi of a Grandmaster can rebuild the meridians and recreate flesh!

This is... the supreme Grandmaster...

The two young Imperial Physicians murmured to themselves, knees weakening into a kneeling position.

Only to see under Lu Haowu’s pale skin, golden streams of light following the meridians.

Wherever it passed, severed meridians automatically reconnected, obstructed acupoints suddenly cleared.

Suddenly, a tiger roar-like resonance erupted from the youth’s dantian.

A golden pillar of light shot up to the sky, lifting all the tiles off the roof!