I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

This generational mix-up is enough to give someone a headache!

Lu Yun’an could only feel his temples throbbing, his vision darkening.

"Pfft—hahaha...."

Lu Jiahe was the first to lose composure, his hearty laughter rang out like a great bell.

His broad hand gently ruffled Lu Ruoxue’s fluffy head, laughing so hard that even his beard trembled: "Good girl, you have an eye for people!"

"Hahahaha!"

Lu Xuan couldn’t help but laugh, his clear laughter intertwined with his father’s, echoing in the courtyard.

The sternness between his brows melted away, revealing a hint of the spirited and ambitious youth he once was.

Lu Yun’an stood dumbfounded on the spot, watching the fatherly-son scene unfold before him.

He felt as if his whole worldview was collapsing!

Lu Yun’an looked in disbelief at his eldest brother, who had a smile in his eyes.

Is this still the dignified, serious, unsmiling eldest brother from his memory?

Anyway, Lu Yun’an had never seen his elder brother display such an expression in front of everyone before.

Lu Ruoxue was still curiously examining Lu Xuan, completely oblivious to the shock on Lu Yun’an’s face.

She tilted her little head, her red hair ribbon swaying gently with the movement: "Big brother, you look even better when you smile!"

Lu Ruoxue’s innocent and lively words made Lu Yun’an finally unable to hold back.

He felt that he could no longer remain silent and had to correct the six grandchildren’s misperceptions.

"Little Ruoxue, he’s not a big brother, he’s your..." Lu Yun’an was just about to correct her when Lu Jiahe’s hearty laughter interrupted.

"Hahaha!"

At this moment, Lu Jiahe gently placed Lu Ruoxue, who was sitting on his shoulder, on the ground and affectionately ruffled her little head.

"Little Ruoxue, this person isn’t just some big brother."

As he spoke, Lu Jiahe glanced around at his six great-grandchildren, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"This is the all-powerful Mr. Xuan you’ve all been pestering Great-Grandpa to meet!"

As soon as Lu Jiahe’s words fell, the six little kids all widened their eyes in unison.

Lu Ruoxue’s little mouth formed a round "O" shape, forgetting to sway her red hair ribbon.

"Mr... Mr. Xuan?"

Lu Ruoxue stammered over the words, her big round eyes filled with disbelief.

The other children exchanged glances among themselves.

Clearly, they couldn’t reconcile the god-like "big brother" before them with the image of the white-bearded old "Mr. Xuan" they had imagined.

Lu Jiahe looked at the scene before him, his eyes and brows tinged with a loving smile.

He slowly squatted down, his rough yet warm hands gently smoothing each child’s soft hair, his voice filled with uncontrollable fondness: "Little sweethearts, why aren’t you calling Mr. Xuan?"

Lu Jiahe intentionally lowered his voice and blinked mysteriously, "Didn’t you all keep pestering Great-Grandpa to ask if Mr. Xuan could turn branches into candied haws?"

At his words, the six little children’s black and shiny eyes immediately lit up.

The red tassel on Lu Ruoxue’s head bobbed lightly as she suddenly raised her head, her exquisite little face full of anticipation.

"Now then!"

Lu Jiahe purposely drew out his tone, watching as the children leaned forward unconsciously, "The Mr. Xuan you’ve all been dreaming about—"

He suddenly raised his voice: "Is right here!"

Before the words even finished, the six little figures were eagerly moving forward.

Their little feet in tiger-head shoes stumbled as they dashed forward, their arms like little lotus roots reaching out, resembling a flock of fledgling birds just learning to walk.

"Mr. Xuan!"

"Mr. Xuan—"

Their tender calls rang out, startling the swallows from under the eaves.

Just as they were about to reach Lu Xuan, a wave of golden light, warm as the morning sun, swept in.

The children were astonished to find their little feet leaving the ground.

It was as if they were being gently lifted by a cloud, floating lightly in mid-air.

As the golden aura swirled, the six little ones were steadily delivered to Lu Xuan’s side, encircling him like stars gathering around the moon.

"Wow—"

Two of the little boys were the first to exclaim in excitement, their little hands and feet waving wildly in the air.

"We’re flying! Great-Grandpa, Mr. An, we’re flying!"

The four little girls, surprised and delighted, watched as Lu Ruoxue first closed her eyes in fear.

Then, her eyes twinkled with a sly thought, and she opened her arms to dive into Lu Xuan’s embrace, clinging to him like a small koala bear.

"Mr. Xuan~"

Lu Ruoxue lifted her small face, speaking in a sweet, childish voice, "I want to see you turn a branch into candied haws!"

As she spoke, she wiggled her little feet.

The other children, seeing this, also hurriedly scrambled onto Lu Xuan.

"Mr. Xuan, I want to see you pick the stars!"

"Mr. Xuan, I want a dress that glows!"

"Mr. Xuan, I want a sword that breathes fire!"

"Mr. Xuan, I want sweet fruit!"

"Mr. Xuan, I want a puppy!"

In an instant, Lu Xuan was covered with chattering little children.

Lu Yun’an stood by, dumbfounded, while Lu Jiahe stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

Lu Xuan heard this and smiled, a gentle light in his eyes.

He lifted his right hand slightly, and a deep black-gold flame vortex suddenly appeared in his palm.

In the flame vortex, it seemed as if countless stars were swirling, with mountains and rivers faintly visible, as if he was holding up a miniature world!

In an instant, the skies over Qingyun County changed dramatically.

The endless clouds, as if summoned, surged and gathered.

At the same time, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a hundred miles of Qingyun County suddenly boiled.

The Spiritual Qi transformed into a rainbow glow, swirling over the Lu Family’s courtyard.

A seemingly ordinary twig rose into the sky, lightly passing through the mysterious flame vortex in Lu Xuan’s palm.

Under everyone’s shocked gaze, the twig transformed in an instant into a string of crystal-clear candied hawthorn.

The bright red hawthorn was coated in amber sugar, glistening temptingly in the sunlight.

The phenomena hadn’t ended—

A dazzling purple star broke through the clouds, hanging like a pearl over the courtyard.

A cyan dress, formed purely from Spiritual Qi, danced in the air, its hemline surrounded by a misty glow.

A long sword entwined with golden flames descended slowly, its blade inscribed with mysterious celestial patterns!

A vividly green Spirit Fruit emerged from the void, emitting a captivating fragrance.

Even a puppy formed entirely of flames wagged its tail animatedly...

The six children clinging to Lu Xuan watched, dumbstruck, nearly forgetting to breathe.

The entire courtyard was enveloped in a dreamlike rainbow glow, as if stepping into a fairyland!

Brother, are you for real!

Lu Yun’an stared at the scene before him, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground.

He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself hard, confirming it wasn’t a dream.

The flaming puppy was affectionately nuzzling Lu Yingying’s little hand, making the little girl giggle.

The light from the purple star cast a dreamlike glow over the entire courtyard.

And that long sword wreathed in golden flames exuded an oppressive aura that made even a Martial Artist at the level of Great Success in External Gang Grandmaster like him feel awestruck...

This... this..."

Lu Yun’an stammered, unable to speak coherently, feeling as if Lu Xuan had turned his whole worldview upside down.

His usually stern brother was now smiling as he handed out "toys" to the children, just like an indulgent grandparent.

What reassured Lu Yun’an the most was that Lu Xuan had thoughtfully added protective spells to each "toy," fearing the children might get hurt.

After a long time, Lu Yun’an coughed lightly and exchanged a knowing glance with his father, Lu Jiahe.

Then, he smoothed his white beard and called out towards the courtyard entrance, "Someone."

Several maids dressed in light green dresses respectfully entered the courtyard.

Lu Yun’an said gently, "Take the young misses and masters to play in the back garden."

"No~"

Lu Ruoxue pouted, hurriedly taking the candied hawthorn out of her mouth.

"I still want to play with Mr. Xuan!" The other children also held tightly to their treasures, their little faces full of reluctance.

Lu Xuan couldn’t help but laugh, squatting down to gently pinch the faces of Lu Ruoxue and the other five children: "Be good, Mr. Xuan will play with you later."

Once the maids had led the reluctantly departing children away, the courtyard suddenly quieted down.

Lu Yun’an gradually composed himself, unconsciously standing up straighter.

The kindly smile on Lu Jiahe’s face slowly faded, a persistent worry appearing between his brows.

The teacups on the stone table had long since cooled, reflecting the faces of the three men.

"Xuan..." Lu Jiahe took a deep breath, his aged voice trembling slightly.

"Xiao Cheng and Yun Qing... something has happened to them."

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