Script of Reincarnation

The heavy rain continued pouring from the heavens.

Most of the Lu Family members had already left.

The enormous estate that once appeared quiet and tranquil now appeared even more unusually empty.

Only a few figures remained, all the older generation of the Lu Family.

There were several Grand Elders, a few ordinary Elders, and some cultivators who were already too old to travel quickly.

Their cultivation wasn’t particularly high.

Among the three hundred or so people who were left behind, most were only in the middle or later stages of Body Tempering Realm.

There were also several Spirit Awakening cultivators.

They were the people who had decided to stay behind.

They all understood what staying meant, but perhaps they simply didn’t want to leave.

Lu Yang walked out of the courtyard, not turning back, his white robes soaked by the rain.

Behind him, footsteps slowly sounded as Lu Tianhe appeared behind him, followed by several other figures.

Soon, the remaining members of the Lu Family were following behind him.

No one spoke, making the atmosphere extremely heavy as they slowly walked out of the Lu Family estate.

At that moment, a terrifying aura suddenly swept over from the distance.

Lu Yang raised his head, his expression remaining calm.

The streets ahead were completely deserted, yet far away, countless figures could be seen moving through the rain.

Hundreds of Spirit Awakening cultivators were marching forward.

Their auras spread across the streets, causing the surrounding air to become heavy.

Behind them were thousands of Body Tempering cultivators.

Their footsteps, although incomparable to a true army, were still not too chaotic or disorderly, the sound of their movement echoing through the empty streets.

At the very front, four figures floated in the air.

They stood several dozen meters above the ground, their robes fluttering despite the heavy rain.

Their auras were restrained, but the pressure they unconsciously emitted was enough to make the surrounding cultivators tremble.

Essence Gathering Realm, and four Essence Gathering cultivators at that.

Lu Yang calmly looked at them, his eyes narrowing slightly.

According to the information the Lu Family had received, more than five Essence Gathering cultivators had originally set out.

Now, there were only four.

Lu Yang’s gaze swept over the army behind them.

The number of Spirit Awakening cultivators had also clearly decreased.

The battle at the True Martial Sect clearly wasn’t as easy as the enemy had initially expected.

The True Martial Sect Master and the hidden Essence Gathering cultivator who had visited Lu Qingxue’s funeral were not weak among cultivators of the same level.

Even under the siege of several Essence Gathering cultivators, they had managed to kill more than two opponents.

Lu Yang’s eyes flickered slightly.

The True Martial Sect had probably been flattened, but it had clearly bitten off a piece of flesh from its enemies before falling.

Yet, he did not feel much about it.

Lu Yang’s gaze then fell upon the thousands of Body Tempering cultivators, his expression indifferent.

These guys were essentially cannon fodder.

Any random Spirit Awakening cultivator could charge into such an army and slaughter hundreds or even thousands of Body Tempering cultivators with some effort.

Their existence couldn’t influence the outcome of the battle.

Lu Yang slowly shifted his gaze.

This army was probably passing through Canglan Prefecture to deal with the various forces affiliated with the True Martial Sect.

Or rather, not destroy them, but subjugate them.

The distinction was important.

The Misty Cloud Sect was clearly attempting to absorb as much strength as possible after the Divine Martial Hall’s defeat.

Those factions that surrendered could naturally survive, but hose that resisted... would be eliminated.

The Lu Family could theoretically surrender as well, but Lu Yang knew that it was impossible now.

The Azure Moon Spirit Water Technique was too important.

Since the Azure Spirit Sect basically knew that the Lu Family possessed the Spirit Awakening Realm Chapter of their own inheritance, they would never allow the Lu Family to continue existing.

Even if the Lu Family surrendered, they would still eventually be silenced.

This was why Lu Yang had ordered the clan to flee.

Lu Yang stood quietly beneath the rain as the four Essence Gathering cultivators slowly approached with the army of Spirit Awakening and Body Tempering cultivators behind them.

At that moment, Lu Yang’s gaze suddenly stopped, his pupils contracting sharply.

There was an old man among the four, appearing to be around seventy years old.

His hair were already white, and there were a few wrinkles on his face, but there was an imposing aura surrounding him.

Lu Yang recognized him almost immediately.

Shu Chenrui, the older brother of Madam Shu!

This was the same middle aged man who had come to personally apologize to him after Madam Shu’s second assassination attempt on him more than eighty years ago!

Lu Yang’s expression remained unchanged, but his mind stirred violently.

Shu Chenrui has reached the Essence Gathering Realm?

How is that possible?

If the Shu Marquis Manor had gained an Essence Gathering cultivator, news would have spread throughout Canglan Prefecture long ago and definitely not be hidden from the Lu Family.

Yet, Lu Yang had never heard anything, not even once.

Could he have broken through recently?

Or had he been hiding his cultivation all this time?

Lu Yang’s eyes narrowed.

There was another possibility; the Shu Marquis Manor had deliberately concealed his breakthrough.

But why?

Countless thoughts flashed through Lu Yang’s mind.

How had Shu Chenrui broken through?

What opportunity had he obtained?

Who had helped him?

And why had he appeared here now?

Lu Yang’s fingers slowly tightened.

Beside him, Lu Tianhe’s expression also changed.

He recognized Shu Chenrui immediately.

"Uncle..."

His voice was extremely low.

The relationship between the two families had already been severed decades ago.

There were no longer any ties worth mentioning, but blood was blood.

Lu Tianhe had still known this man since childhood.

Shu Chenrui’s gaze also landed upon him.

A smile appeared on his face, but there wasn’t the slightest warmth in it.

"Tianhe."

His voice echoed through the rain.

"My nephew has grown up."

He looked at Lu Tianhe carefully.

"My sister should be proud she gave birth to such a child."

Lu Tianhe’s expression remained cold, choosing not to answer.

Shu Chenrui’s gaze shifted, finally landing on Lu Yang.

The moment he saw Lu Yang, his eyes narrowed, a trace of surprise appearing within them before turning into a heavy killing intent.

"Not bad." Shu Chenrui smiled faintly.

"I saw young master Lu decades ago, you were already displaying the astonishing capabilities of a geniu back then. Looking at you now, you have grown up well, already close to the absolute pinnacle of Spirit Awakening Realm."

Lu Yang remained silent.

Shu Chenrui’s smile became slightly wider.

"But..."

He deliberately paused before speaking in a mocking tone.

"You still haven’t achieved Essence Gathering."

Lu Tianhe’s expression became ugly, but Lu Yang’s face didn’t change.

He simply looked at Shu Chenrui, not feeling any anger at all.

He had already experienced too much in the past few days, from the death of his daughter to the death of his wife.

None of these things could be compared to a few mocking words.

Lu Yang calmly looked at the four Essence Gathering cultivators.

If he had been given another two years... perhaps he would have already been standing among them.

If he had successfully entered the Essence Gathering Realm, he could fly freely through the skies, cross thousands of miles in a single day without touching the ground, and possess a level of strength that ordinary Spirit Awakening cultivators could never imagine.

But... time waited for no one.

Lu Qingxue had died, Bai Qinglan had died, and he had lost the time he needed as well.

Lu Yang’s gaze slowly moved away from Shu Chenrui.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted violently.

An old man was floating in the center of the four Essence Gathering cultivators.

He looked extremely old, his body was as thin as a piece of dry wood, his hair were sparse and completely white, and his skin was dry and covered in wrinkles.

His entire body seemed to be approaching the end of his lifespan, yet he was still floating in the air naturally, without the slightest effort.

Lu Yang’s breathing stopped, his Blood Qi suddenly surging wildly due to his turbulent emotions.

For the first time since walking out of the Lu Family estate, his expression finally changed, his eyes becoming incomparably sharp, reminiscent of his younger days.

He recognized that person.

Even after so many years, even though the other party’s appearance had changed greatly from what he remembered...

Lu Yang could still recognize him.

The Grand Elder of the Azure Spirit Sect, Luo Tian!

He was here.

Of course he was here.

Lu Yang knew long ago he would arrive personally, but he still felt stifled looking at him.

Lu Yang’s hands clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms as his entire body became tense.

The calmness he had maintained for so long almost shattered in an instant.

Luo Tian, the person indirectly responsible for his death and the person who killed his sworn brother from his past life personally with his own hands.

And right now, he was standing among the people who had come to destroy the Lu Family.

Lu Yang’s mind flashed back to his previous life.

He remembered the Azure Spirit Sect, the people who had once called him fellow disciple, Gu Changfeng always dragging him along to complete sect missions, the countless conspiracies, and finally...

The death that had ended his second life.

He remembered the blood, the helplessness, the unwillingness, and how insignificant he had felt.

At that time, he thought that everything was over.

Yet, he obtained the Script of Reincarnation, a chance to change everything, and was reborn.

Now... Luo Tian had once again ruined everything.

Luo Tian seemed to sense something, his aged gaze slowly turning.

Across the heavy rain, the eyes of the two men met.

For an instant, it was as if the heavens had fallen silent.

Luo Tian’s old and cloudy eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at Lu Yang for several breaths of time.

Perhaps it was merely an illusion, but something about that white haired old man...

Made him feel strangely uncomfortable.