Starting as The Young Master of A Pharmacy, He Trained Swordsmanship in Seclusion For Twenty Years - Chapter 50
“Xiao Xuan, you—?”
Liang Shanhai stared at Lu Xuan, who seemed like a completely different person, his heart pounding in shock.
An invisible pressure bore down on him, suffocating—as if the air itself had turned to lead.
How is this possible?
Since when does Xiao Xuan possess such terrifying aura?
Even as a Bone Marrow-Tempering Realm martial artist, Liang Shanhai felt an instinctive dread, his body frozen under the weight of that dominance.
“Uncle, thank you for today. I’ll take my leave now.”
Lu Xuan no longer bothered concealing his strength. In a blur, he vanished from the archives like a ghost.
“This—?!”
Before Liang Shanhai could process it, the chair where Lu Xuan had been sitting was empty.
“Was that… an afterimage?”
“Just how strong has Xiao Xuan become?”
All that lingered in Liang Shanhai’s vision was a faint, fading shadow—the trace of Lu Xuan’s departure.
…..
Lu Family Main Hall
The courtyard outside the hall was packed with Lu family members, while the entrance itself was jammed with anxious faces.
Then—
A figure descended from above, landing lightly in the courtyard.
It was Lu Xuan, who had rushed back from the county office at full speed.
The moment his feet touched the ground, the crowd stirred.
“The young master is back!”
“Brother Xuan!”
“Eldest Brother!”
Lu Xuan’s expression was darker than a thunderstorm, his aura so oppressive that people instinctively shrank back.
The crowd blocking the door silently parted, clearing a path.
Ignoring everyone, Lu Xuan strode inside.
The room was filled with familiar faces, but his gaze locked onto one spot.
On the bed against the wall, Lu Jiaha sat propped up, his face pale but alert. A bandage wrapped around his chest, stained faintly with blood.
Seeing his father alive, the tension in Lu Xuan’s chest eased slightly.
“Yunqing, is your Uncle Mingzhong alright?”
“Father, he’s fine. I gave him the remaining antidote,” Lu Yunqing replied.
“Good.”
Lu Jiahe sighed in relief, but before he could say more, Lu Xuan was already at his bedside.
“Father, are you hurt?”
Only then did the others notice Lu Xuan’s arrival—their attention had been fixed on Lu Jiahe.
Lu Yunqing and Lu Yunfeng, standing by the bed, quickly stepped aside.
“Eldest Brother!”
“Mn.”
Lu Xuan acknowledged his brothers with a nod before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Xuan’er, this old bones of mine is fine. Don’t worry.”
Lu Jiahe’s complexion seemed to brighten at the sight of his son.
“Father, this is my failure.”
At close range, Lu Xuan’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he studied the wound on his father’s chest.
Deep in his pupils, a storm of killing intent raged.
Some insects dared lay hands on his father.
Without waiting for a response, Lu Xuan placed a hand on Lu Jiahe’s shoulder.
With a thought, he channeled a stream of controlled inner qi—gentle yet potent—into his father’s body.
The energy circulated through Lu Jiahe’s meridians, nourishing damaged tissues and accelerating healing.
Inner qi, drawn from the world’s natural energy, couldn’t extend life, but it could hasten recovery.
Within moments, color returned to Lu Jiahe’s face.
Only then did Lu Xuan withdraw his hand.
“Xuan’er, you—?”
Lu Jiahe stared at his son, stunned by the warmth flooding his veins.
What kind of power could heal like this?
In decades of medical practice, he’d never witnessed such a miracle.
But he didn’t dwell on it.
No matter how far Lu Xuan had climbed in martial arts, he was still his son.
“Xuan’er, I’m alright now.”
“If not for Mingzhong’s sacrifice and that heroic young woman who intervened, I wouldn’t be here.”
“A heroic woman?”
Though puzzled, Lu Xuan didn’t press further.
“I understand. Rest now, Father. I’ll ensure our family repays this life debt properly.”
He stood and turned, his voice calm but firm.
“Liang Cheng, come with me.”
“Yunqing, Yunfeng—look after Father.”
…..
Lu Xuan’s Courtyard
“Speak. Who was behind this?”
Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his face unreadable.
Liang Cheng hesitated before answering.
“The attackers are still unconscious, but I’ve thrown them all in the county jail.”
“If it weren’t for the public eye, I’d have hacked those bastards to pieces already.”
“Don’t worry, Brother Xuan. The jail’s under my control. I’ll ‘persuade’ them to name their mastermind.”
His eyes glinted with brutality.
Damn these animals.
Daring to target his uncle? He’d make sure they regretted being born.
“One more thing.”
“When I was rushing to help, Huang Wen—that prick of a constable captain—blocked my path on purpose.”
“I’d bet my life he’s involved.”
“Also… Huang Wen is County Magistrate Huang Yangping’s son.”
Lu Xuan’s mind was already calculating.
“Who was the woman who saved Father?”
Liang Cheng shook his head.
“Not sure. But I’ve seen her at the county office with the Chief Constable. He called her ‘Officer Li.’”
“She’s from the prefecture, part of some ‘Black Mystic Bird Guard’ or something.”
Li? Black Mystic Bird Guard?
An image flashed in Lu Xuan’s mind.
Li Yanran.
Late Night – Outside the County Office
A lone figure approached the high walls of the county jail.
Lu Xuan had come.
He had no intention of leaving his father’s would-be killers to the law’s sluggish mercy.
Before leaving the county, he’d purge every threat to the Lu family—person by person.
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