Starting as The Young Master of A Pharmacy, He Trained Swordsmanship in Seclusion For Twenty Years - Chapter 58

After scolding his subordinates, the abbot of Liansheng Temple abruptly changed his tone.

“It’s already late into the night. Come with me now—we must gather the offerings and deliver them to the Hall Master in the underground palace.”

“Our Lord, the White Lotus Sacred Infant, must be growing impatient.”

“Hehehe!”

“Most of the pilgrims this time are martial artists, their flesh brimming with vitality.”

“Once our Lord consumes them, he will be one step closer to breaking through to that realm!”

“When this is over, the Elder will reward us all!”

“Yes, Abbot!”

At the mention of the White Lotus Sacred Infant, the monks’ eyes filled with fanatical devotion, as if their very existence revolved around serving it.

Though they had lowered their voices, every word reached Lu Xuan’s ears outside the door.

“White Lotus Sacred Infant?”

“Hall Master?”

Was there a connection between the White Lotus Sacred Infant and the White Lotus Blood Infant?

After a brief moment of contemplation, Lu Xuan’s gaze sharpened. He raised his right foot and kicked the door with explosive force.

BOOM!

The heavy door shattered inward, crashing into the room.

If he couldn’t figure it out, he’d just have to ask someone directly.

And he was certain the White Lotus Sect wouldn’t refuse his… request.

“AAGH—!”

A pained scream echoed as a middle-aged monk was sent flying into a corner, pinned under the wreckage of the door.

“Who dares?!”

While the others stood frozen in shock, Lu Xuan strode inside, hands clasped behind his back, his cold eyes sweeping over them.

Four monks stood before him.

The oldest—the abbot—had deep wrinkles, a gray hood, and a tattered robe. The one groaning in the corner? Irrelevant.

“Outrageous! Who are you?!”

“This is forbidden ground! How did you get in?!”

The abbot’s face twisted in alarm. His men were stationed outside—how had this young, unassuming man slipped past them?

Had he taken them all out?

But if so… why had no one heard a struggle?

“Forbidden ground?” Lu Xuan smirked. “More like a White Lotus Sect hideout.”

His words sent a shockwave through the room. Every monk, including the abbot, erupted with killing intent.

The abbot’s mind raced. If this man knew their secrets… he could only be one thing.

“You—You’re from the Black Swan Guards?!”

“Impossible!”

“How could you bastards have reached Dengfeng County so quickly?!”

“And that thing in the city—how did you deal with it already?!”

Lu Xuan ignored the questions. Instead, one phrase caught his attention:

“That thing in the city.”

A cold weight settled in his chest.

If both the White Lotus Sect and the Black Swan Guards were wary of it…

Whatever it was, it was dangerous.

And his little sister, Lu Qingqing, was still in Dengfeng.

Suddenly, he had no patience left for games.

“You three—hold him off! I must warn the Hall Master!”

The abbot acted fast. With a burst of Bone Marrow Refinement (Peak) strength, he smashed through the wall and fled.

If the Black Swan Guards had infiltrated Liansheng Temple, they were already surrounded.

His only hope was to reach the underground palace—and the Hall Master.

Lu Xuan let him run.

A faint smile played on his lips.

This was exactly what he wanted.

Now, the abbot would lead him straight to the White Lotus Sacred Infant.

And no mere Bone Marrow Refinement cultivator could escape his grasp.

WHOOSH!

The remaining monks lunged at him.

Lu Xuan sidestepped, his movements a blur.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Three kicks.

Three monks slammed into the walls, their chests caved in, their breaths ragged.

Ahead, the abbot—despite his aged body—moved like a ghost.

His speed was unnatural, his silhouette nearly invisible in the dark.

“Damn you, Black Swan Guards!”

“Damn the Great Xia Emperor!”

“One day, our Holy Mother will descend upon this world!”

“She will purify all who oppose us—turning this wretched land into a paradise of bliss!”

As he ran, the abbot’s eyes glowed with an eerie white light, his face twisting into something inhuman.

Yet he seemed unaware of the change.

Soon, he arrived at a crumbling, desolate shrine, buried under layers of dead leaves.

The air was still. Silent.

As if nothing living had stepped here in years.