Starting as The Young Master of A Pharmacy, He Trained Swordsmanship in Seclusion For Twenty Years - Chapter 3

The dead were moving.

Lu Xuan’s expression darkened, his usual composure shattered.

So it really is those damned things at work. No wonder they had snapped those sturdy ropes.

“Father, take everyone and leave. I’ll handle this.”

His voice hardened.

“They’re no longer human.”

The weight of those words struck Lu Jiahe instantly.

Not human anymore?

“Xuan’er, be careful.”

Lu Jiahe’s voice was tight. “I’ll gather the men and return.”

He shot a glance at Lu Jiaqing, signaling him to drag his wife away.

Time was critical. Lu Jiahe needed to rally the household guards to assist Lu Xuan.

Even knowing his son’s martial prowess, the sheer unnaturalness of this situation left him uneasy.

Within moments, the courtyard emptied—save for Lu Xuan and the thrashing figures.

Beneath his palm, Lu Yun’an writhed with terrifying strength.

Hm?

Lu Xuan’s brows knitted.

This force… it rivaled a Skin Refinement expert at Major Achievement.

Absurd. A nineteen-year-old who’d never trained a day in his life, now wielding power like this?

Fortunately, Lu Xuan was just a bit stronger. Otherwise, the boy might have broken free.

As Lu Xuan restrained Yun’an, the other three men ceased their self-mutilation.

Instead, they turned toward him—like predators locking onto prey.

In one fluid motion, Lu Xuan tightened his grip on Yun’an’s skull, lifting him clear off the ground with one hand.

His right leg lashed out in a sweeping arc.

BOOM! BOOM!

The air cracked as the corpses hurtled backward like cannonballs, smashing through the walls and crashing onto the stone pavement outside.

Lu Xuan strode through the wreckage, Yun’an still dangling from his grasp.

The boy twisted midair, clawing at Lu Xuan’s arms with mangled fingers—

—but it was useless.

To Lu Xuan’s tempered body, hardened to the density of forged metal, those scratches might as well have been insect bites.

Blood Refinement perfection wasn’t just a title.

His flesh defied mortal limits.

Stepping onto the courtyard stones, Lu Xuan eyed the figures strewn across the ground.

Already, they twitched back to life.

One by one, they staggered upright—despite the footprint-shaped craters embedded in their chests.

The force of his kick had compressed their ribcages like crumpled paper.

Still moving?

A flicker of disbelief crossed Lu Xuan’s face.

Do true immortals exist in this world?

That strike could’ve shattered boulders. Yet here they stood.

His eyes narrowed.

Muscles coiled like steel springs beneath his skin as his aura erupted.

A tempest of raw force radiated from his body, whipping his robes into a frenzy. His black hair swirled like storm clouds, casting shadows across the courtyard.

The very air trembled.

No more holding back.

He’d sent his family away for this exact reason—to unleash his full strength without restraint.

You think you’re unkillable?

Let’s test that.

A bestial glint flashed in Lu Xuan’s eyes.

I’ll grind you to dust and see if you can piece yourselves back together.

Yun’an’s thrashing body suddenly slammed downward—

—his skull cratering into the stone pavement like a nail driven by a sledgehammer.

WHOOSH!

Lu Xuan’s figure blurred.

He moved like a vengeful specter, tearing through the air with enough force to send shockwaves rippling outward.

A crimson haze clung to his skin—his blood vitality so dense it had become visible.

This was the true terror of Blood Refinement.

Every strike carried the weight of a tidal wave, every motion infused with annihilating force.

His right fist drew back, gathering power until the very air around it warped.

Then—

CRUNCH!

A body imploded under the impact, reduced to a pulpy mass in a single blow.

But Lu Xuan wasn’t done.

His blood energy had flooded the corpse’s veins upon contact, churning its insides into slurry.

This was Blood Refinement’s lethal edge—the ability to turn an enemy’s body against itself.

The mangled heap didn’t so much as twitch.

It worked.

Lu Xuan’s lips curled.

So you can die.

Methodically, he repeated the process.

One by one, the reanimated corpses met their final end—until only Yun’an remained.

Lu Xuan hesitated.

Despite their sparse interactions—years of solitary training had left little room for kinship—Yun’an had still called him Elder Brother.

Now, that same boy was trying to wrench his skull free from solid stone.

…No.

This isn’t him anymore.

A corpse with no pulse, no humanity—it wasn’t family. It was a thing.

With a sigh, Lu Xuan ended it.

—!

A sudden jolt in his mind made him freeze.

The system.

It was reacting.

Host: Lu Xuan
Realm: Blood Refinement (Perfected)
Cultivation Art: Blazing Saber Technique 9/9 (Mastered) (Evolvable)
Attribute Points: 11

“Evolve Blazing Saber Technique? Y/N”

What?!

Lu Xuan’s eyes widened.

Since when did I have eleven points?!

He distinctly remembered only having one.