Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 351 The Elder of the Gao Family Appears

Inside the enclosed carriage, Lü Ci stretched out his palm, his five fingers plucking what seemed like unknown strings in the void. As his fingertips swept across the void, tiny ripples bloomed, silently spreading outwards and blending into the environment.

This is the power of Ruyi Jin. At this moment, this family-inherited skill of the Lü family reveals a dangerous yet beautiful realm in Lü Ci's hands, a realm that is just as its name suggests, "Ruyi".

"Actually, I have to thank you, kid. With you leading the way, this old man was able to see the direction we should go."

Lu Ci clenched his fist, and the subtle ripples that spread across his fingertips quietly dissipated. The sense of danger from before also vanished without a trace. But in Lu Qian's eyes, the carriage at this moment was like an underwater whirlpool that appeared calm on the surface but was turbulent beneath.

Beneath the calm, sunny blue surface of the sea, swirling eddies, sharp as swords, meander through the water, waiting to devour the lives of those who venture in.

Those serpentine, agile creatures skillfully roamed the carriage environment, their nests appearing in the walls, the air, and the ground. Their sharp, venomous fangs and swift, ferocious attacks could not satisfy the intruders they had just torn apart.

Lu Ci looked at Lu Qian, a rare smile appearing on his face. "Over the years, I have visited Wudang Mountain quite a few times and had some exchanges with your Grandmaster Zhou Meng. I can't learn the slow and steady way of Tai Chi, nor can I wait for it. I still have to rely on the Ruyi Jin that I've used all my life."

"As you wish, as you wish, just as I desire."

"Hey, you were absolutely right back then. This kind of effortless mastery is what you call 'Ruyi Jin' (the skill of effortless mastery). My path is no worse than your Lü-style Tai Chi, is it?"

Seeing Lü Ci's somewhat smug look, Lü Qian, unusually, did not speak up to expose him. Instead, he reached out and wiped the wall next to him, seemingly creating a "poisonous snake" from the surrounding energy nests.

Feeling the unpredictable and ever-changing force in his palm, which resembled the shifting of his mind, Lü Qian nodded, agreeing while asking a question.

"Indeed impressive. Sharp, unpredictable, cunning, and agile. At your level, you could even reopen a lineage within the clan."

"Haha, it's not easy to hear you, little Lu Zu, praising me in person."

With a wave of his hand, Lü Ci dissipated the flowing Ruyi energy in the void, and the entire carriage returned to its original tranquility.

"Aren't you, young man, curious why I acted so decisively and ruthlessly? Aren't you afraid of killing the wrong person?"

Lu Qian released his grip, the wisp of energy in his palm dissipating in the wind, and said calmly, "A bunch of guys with only yellow skin and black hair, can they even be considered human?"

"Why should the Lü family act weakly, why should they need to act weakly?"

As he spoke, his eyes seemed to pierce through the void, and invisible threads were reflected deep within his pupils. These threads were interconnected and intertwined, as if leading to the past, present, and future.

In fact, given his current level of cultivation, there are very few secrets in the world that can be hidden from him. However, a cultivator is still human, and since he is still in the human world, knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.

It will both disturb others and trouble yourself, so just continue on your own path.

From the very beginning, when those people made their choices and determined their future as they stepped into this carriage, Lü Qian had already discerned their identities and purposes.

A group of "people" with black hair and yellow skin, whose inner thoughts are complicated and diverse.

Seeing Lü Qian's dark, deep eyes, Lü Ci waved his hand dismissively, feeling bored. "This is really boring. Next time, it'll be more interesting to bring mourning clothes along."

"How did Grandpa discover it?"

Lu Qian looked down at Lu Ci, who was acting like a rogue on the lower bunk, smiled, and decided to indulge the old rascal's desires.

"Hmph, of course it's decades of feeling and experience. Back then, there were plenty of these traitors on the battlefield. Although their appearances were the same, their breathing techniques were completely different. Once you've practiced to a high level, you'll understand it at a glance."

Hearing the sounds of cleaning outside, Lü Ci immediately knocked on the door of the cubicle. "Hey, company outside, bring me a pot of tea and a plate of snacks. This trip out of seclusion is also a way to solve some trouble for your company."

"You all have wealthy and powerful families, so you won't be short of my travel expenses. Oh, and when you get off the train, please prepare a set of neat clothes for me. I'm still not used to wearing cotton-padded jackets."

"Thump!"

On the outside, the employees of NaDuTong, who were secretly cleaning up the mess in the corridor, were startled, seemingly not expecting that Lu Ci, who had a notorious reputation for being ruthless, would speak to them so openly.

After a moment of silence, the surrounding three or four carriages suddenly became flustered, and then a tray was sent into the compartment.

"Please, Mr. Lü."

"brush--"

The delivery person lowered their head and walked quickly, completing a series of actions in the blink of an eye before disappearing again.

The moment the door opened, the view of the outside corridor was fully revealed. The bright red bloodstains on the walls and floor were conspicuous and pungent, and there were also fragments of various colors scattered everywhere.

Lu Ci took a sip of tea, showing no surprise at the scene he had just glimpsed. After putting down his teacup, he said, "Although the company can be annoying at times, it can also be quite convenient to use at other times."

"I was wondering why no one came over when there was such a commotion. Turns out half the train was full of company people."

"I just don't know if Gao Lian acted on his own initiative, or if some people couldn't stand it anymore. Hehe, it's none of my business."

Halfway through his sentence, Lü Ci seemed to suddenly remember something and said to Lü Qian, "My dear grandson, would you like to hear your great-grandfather tell some gossip and old stories?"

"Please speak."

When the conversation turned to an interesting topic, Lü Qian's previously indifferent expression vanished, and his pupils, which had been keeping their sharpness under control, once again shone with a hint of eagerness.

Gossip and old news, especially gossip about other people's families, have always been a popular source of entertainment for Chinese people.

Lu Ci's voice made no attempt to conceal itself, carrying through the cubicle into the corridor, as if it were an exposure and invitation to certain people in the shadows.

"The Gao family is located outside Shanhaiguan, yet they're ranked alongside our family, the Wang family, and the Lu family as one of the four great families. Do you know why, kid?"

Lu Qian played along with Lu Ci. He first looked out of the cubicle and smiled, and then the grandfather and grandson started singing and dancing in unison.

"How could a young man like me know? Our family relies on Ruyi Jin, the Wang family on Shen Tu, and the Lu family on family traditions and precepts, but what does the Gao family rely on? I have no idea."

Lu Ci stared at the door of the cubicle, his ears twitched, and his smile grew wider, as if he were watching an old friend make a fool of himself.

"Actually, I'm afraid you'll laugh at me if I tell you, but the Gao family is just a bunch of farmers who are obsessed with this black soil. They love it more than their own mothers..."

"Bang!"

The door to the cubicle was flung open, and an elderly man with white hair suddenly stood outside. He looked to be about the same age as Lü Ci, and had many scars on his face.

But unlike Lü Ci, who was all smiles at the moment, the old man was furious, his face contorted with rage, and he roared at Lü Ci.

"Lu Erbi, all these years have passed, and I've never seen your teeth straighten out. Should your great-grandfather help you close your teeth properly, so you don't spit out ivory?"