Chapter 204 - 148: Lu Jun
After careful consideration,
Lu Changfeng retrieved Ni Wei’s body from the Ba Snake Space.
Soul Suppressing had, by some unknown means, planted the seed of an Ancient Purple Lotus Demon inside Ni Wei’s body, making it perfect for creating a Clone.
Lu Changfeng cast the skill [Purple Lotus Clone] and easily took control of Ni Wei’s body.
Drawing on his experience controlling Yang Jingtian,
Lu Changfeng skillfully made Ni Wei’s body stand up again.
Ni Wei’s body was currently at the Fifth Level of the Blood Forging Realm. At sixteen years old, her cultivation and age were a perfect match for Wei He; they were of the same generation.
In his original body, Lu Changfeng naturally couldn’t stay by Wei He’s side all the time to uncover his secrets.
But if he used a Clone to get close to Wei He, he might achieve some unexpected results.
"Brother Changfeng, who is this?"
"Changfeng, who is this... sister?"
The two female voices belonged to Hua Yiran and Chunzhu, who had arrived together. They were looking at Ni Wei with obvious caution in their eyes.
They wondered to themselves, ’Is our husband planning to take another concubine?’
Lu Changfeng gave a wry smile. He held nothing back from the two women and laid out his entire plan.
"Husband, your plan is good, but it has some flaws."
"What flaws?" Lu Changfeng asked, speaking through Ni Wei.
Hua Yiran and Chunzhu giggled softly, pulling the Clone, Ni Wei, into the bedroom.
「Several hours later.」
The Clone, Ni Wei, walked out of the room with a slight blush on her face.
Lu Changfeng had indeed been careless. A woman’s attire and accessories were quite complicated, but thankfully, his two wives had guided him.
"Husband, when do you plan to set out?"
Lu Changfeng replied, "Naturally, the sooner the better."
"Does that mean your real body will be staying at the Hua Mansion?"
"Mm, that’s right."
Beaming, Hua Yiran and Chunzhu pulled Lu Changfeng’s original body outside to have some fun.
Both women were very understanding. Lu Changfeng often had to be away from home for ten days or even half a month to maintain his identity as the Saint Master.
They never said much, never meddled, and never asked too many questions.
If there was anything to say, Lu Changfeng would naturally tell them himself.
Of course, since Lu Changfeng had made it clear he would be staying in Qin City for a while this time,
the two women weren’t about to let him go, determined to spend as much time with him as possible.
...
And so, Lu Changfeng controlled his original body to cultivate and enjoy the scenery with his two wives,
while simultaneously controlling the Clone, Ni Wei, to arrive outside the Changle Martial Arts Hall.
At this point, it was clearly inappropriate to keep calling the Clone "Ni Wei," so Lu Changfeng gave her a new name: Lu Jun.
"Reporting! Hall Master, a female disciple wishes to join the Martial Arts Hall!"
Han Fan was training alone in the rear courtyard when a True Disciple came to report.
Han Fan tidied himself up and had the True Disciple bring the visitor to the Martial Arts Hall’s main hall.
A short while later, Han Fan saw a teenage girl striding in, led by the Disciple.
The girl had a Profound Iron Longsword hanging at her waist. Her clothes and appearance suggested she wasn’t short on money. Her features were delicate, and she possessed a distinctly heroic air.
"Our Changle Martial Arts Hall accepts both male and female disciples, but we do have certain requirements for Root Bone," Han Fan said.
Lu Changfeng, controlling Lu Jun, replied, "Senior, I am sixteen years old, and my cultivation has reached the Fifth Level of the Blood Forging Realm. I believe my Root Bone is quite good."
As she spoke, Lu Jun immediately unleashed the Qi Blood Power within her body.
After sensing Lu Jun’s Qi Blood Level, Han Fan nodded in understanding. "Not bad. Your Root Bone is excellent. You pass without needing a test."
"Tell me your name and background, and why you want to join the Changle Martial Arts Hall. Also, your cultivation is at the Fifth Level of the Blood Forging Realm. Where did you train before?"
Lu Jun began, "Hall Master, I am a refugee from Jiangnan Prefecture, and I am now all alone..."
Lu Jun spoke slowly.
Lu Changfeng fabricated a perfect identity based on his own memories.
She came from a wealthy merchant family in Jiangnan Prefecture. From a young age, her family had hired a Martial Artist to teach her martial arts. Her parents and family were all killed by the Daliang Alien Race.
She had fled to Qin City alone. After learning that the Changle Martial Arts Hall was established by Lu Changfeng, one of the former Nine Heroes of Jiangzhou, she decided she wanted to join.
The identity Lu Changfeng had fabricated was impossible to verify. Moreover, since he had made her appear out of thin air in Jiangnan Prefecture, even if Han Fan sent people to investigate, they wouldn’t find anything conclusive.
"A pitiful girl," Han Fan murmured, nodding slightly.
He was only in his early twenties, but having been entrusted with the heavy responsibility of Hall Master by Lu Changfeng, he acted and spoke with great maturity.
"In that case, the Changle Martial Arts Hall welcomes you. I hope you can find a sense of home here."
That said, the tuition fee still had to be paid.
After paying three years of tuition—two hundred and sixty taels of silver—the Clone, Lu Jun, was allowed to join the Changle Martial Arts Hall.
Han Fan personally taught Lu Jun the Storm Body Forging Technique and the Storm Sword Technique.
This Body Forging Book and Swordsmanship were originally created by Lu Changfeng himself.
But to avoid arousing Han Fan’s suspicion, he held his nose and practiced them all over again.
Afterward, when Han Fan heard that Lu Jun hadn’t found a place to live yet, he called a Disciple over to accompany her, lest she get swindled in an unfamiliar place.
As luck would have it, the Disciple Han Fan sent over was none other than Wei He.
’Han Fan really knows what I want!’ Lu Changfeng murmured to himself on a pleasure boat outside Qin City.
"What are you muttering about, Brother Changfeng?" Hua Yiran asked, popping a grape into Lu Changfeng’s mouth.
On the boat, Hua Chengyu was at the helm, while the Fire Qilin, in the form of a white dog, sunbathed on the deck.
Since there were no outsiders, Lu Changfeng shared an update on his progress.