Calculating Master Lu's Fate

The night draped over Beiluo City like a frosty veil, casting a shimmering glow upon the entire city.

Lu Changkong rode his horse, taking a deep breath, only to be greeted by an overwhelming stench of blood that lingered in the air.

His heart trembled slightly.

Could it be... that Mo Tianyu's prediction had actually come true?

Did Lu Fan really meet an untimely death at the hands of the three major clans and the sword sects?

Clad in cold armor, Lu Changkong rode on his sweat-soaked steed, and suddenly, his back bent slightly.

Silently following behind Lu Changkong, Luo Yue could also detect the scent of blood in the air.

He tightened the reins, his face turning as calm as water.

The sound of wheels and bricks grinding against each other echoed in the air as a carriage drawn by five horses approached, their hoofbeats gradually fading away.

The curtain lifted, and Mo Tianyu emerged from the carriage, carrying a giant wine gourd at his waist. He deeply inhaled the air filled with the scent of blood.

"This is a city steeped in slaughter," Mo Tianyu sighed.

"The Great Misfortune hexagram, this time, I have not made a mistake... How I wish this hexagram was wrong, but unfortunately, the heavenly way is difficult to defy. Lord Lu, please accept my condolences."

Afterwards, he untied the gourd from his waist, took a swig of wine, and sprayed the rich aroma, dispersing the smell of blood.

Sitting on the carriage frame, he swayed, exposing his bare chest under the scholar's robe, exuding a dissolute and unrestrained temperament.

Lu Changkong glanced at him, his eyes bursting with boundless killing intent.

Seemingly undeterred, Mo Tianyu took a drink, burped, and burst into laughter.

"That's more like it. Although the agricultural family is in decline, they are also one of the many schools of thought. As a descendant of the agricultural family, you should embody the majestic aura that all the schools of thought should possess..."

Lu Changkong cast a sidelong glance at Mo Tianyu, squinted his eyes.

"Sir, please choose your words carefully. Words and actions require accountability."

Lu Changkong said indifferently.

"Lao Luo, keep up. Let's return to the Lu Manor."

"If anything happens to Fan'er, we will raise an army and destroy the Zhongnan Sword Sect, even if we abandon Beiluo!"

With these resounding words, Lu Changkong raised his horsewhip and lashed at the horses.

The sound of hoofbeats exploded as they raced towards the direction of Lu Manor.

Luo Yue's eyes fluctuated, his hand resting on his long sword at his waist, and he growled, "I swear to follow you to the death, my lord!"

Three hundred iron cavalry also followed suit.

On the main street of Beiluo City, only Mo Tianyu remained sitting on the carriage frame, holding the gourd.

He watched their departing figures and grinned.

He had the coachman follow them.

...

Lu Changkong's face was originally gloomy.

However...

As he galloped through the city, his expression became increasingly strange and puzzled.

Finally, he encountered a group of iron-blooded soldiers dealing with a situation from afar, and his gaze narrowed.

"Xi Lu."

He pulled on the reins, slowing down, and the rhythmic sound of the horse's hooves fell upon the blue bricks.

Lu Changkong dismounted and walked briskly towards the iron-blooded soldiers.

The soldiers also noticed Lu Changkong and their faces lit up with excitement.

Has the lord returned?

"Greetings, my lord!"

Several soldiers of the Iron Blood Army knelt down on one knee.

"How is the young master? What happened? What about the guards on the city wall and others?"

"How is the situation on the front line? What about the casualties?"

Land Changkong frowned, his face cold, and asked a series of questions.

The soldiers of the Iron Blood Army who were kneeling on one knee were confused by Land Changkong's barrage of questions and couldn't answer for a moment.

Behind Land Changkong, Luo Yue couldn't bear it any longer.

With anger in his eyes, he stepped forward and roared like a lion.

"I'm asking you! Are you all scared out of your wits? Why can't you answer properly?!"

The faces of the soldiers trembled.

"Reporting to my lord."

"The battle in the city... has already ended."

Finally, one soldier spoke up.

Land Changkong was stunned.

Before he could continue questioning, the soldier had already explained what had happened.

"The three major clans, Liu, Zhu, and Chen, were accused of treason by the young master and were wiped out. The powerful members of the Sword Sect were also completely eradicated. Hundreds of Confucian scholars insulted the young master on the Beiluo Lake and were ordered by the young master to be beheaded..."

The soldier's speech was not slow, but in the ears of Land Changkong and Luo Yue, it sounded like thunder.

What the hell?!

The previous intelligence... wasn't like this, right?

Why is everything going against us?

Land Changkong's face twitched slightly, "Is this true?"

The soldier reporting was on the verge of tears. He wouldn't dare to lie, would he?

"My lord, the guards on the city wall are only a few, where are the others? Are the casualties severe?"

Land Changkong continued to ask.

The soldier saluted, "My lord, in this battle... we had eighteen injured and three dead."

"As for the others... they were all ordered by General Luo to move the bodies."

A surprised voice came from the carriage behind Land Changkong's three hundred iron cavalry.

"It's impossible. The Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect were five. How did you, with what means, win the battle again?!"

In the carriage, Mo Tianyu questioned as he grabbed his messy hair, held the copper coins with his slender fingers, drank from the gourd, tossed the coins into the air, and exhaled a breath of alcohol.

The coins flipped and landed in his palm within the misty alcohol.

He squinted his eyes, contemplating the divination under the moonlight shining through the carriage window.

"It still shows a great calamity. It should be that young master Land is still in great danger."

Mo Tianyu put away the coins and scratched his hair irritably.

"No, I have to divinate the fate of this person in front of young master Land!"

"Go to the Land Mansion."

Mo Tianyu shouted to the coachman.

Land Mansion.

In the courtyard of Land Fan's residence.

Jing Yue carried the scabbard of the yellow pearwood sword on his back, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Looking at the star-studded night sky, there was a trace of melancholy.

He survived.

At this moment, he remembered Land Fan sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him with indifferent eyes. It still made Jing Yue shudder.

Originally, he thought he could survive by surrendering, but Land Fan's words "give me a reason to let you live" chilled Jing Yue's heart.

He couldn't give a reason, which meant death.

The power of the Sword Sect in Beiluo City had been directly eradicated by Land Fan's overwhelming strength.

Four out of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect were killed.

And he, if not for his quick thinking, surrendering the most important Blood Transfer technique and several sets of sword techniques of the Sword Sect in exchange for his life, perhaps... even if he surrendered, his fate would only be a beheading.

Because... he knew too much.

The moonlight was cold, just like Jing Yue's cold heart.

Now, Jing Yue was no longer one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect. He had a new identity...

Land Young Master's servant.

A nameless and insignificant servant.

Yes, in order to stay alive, Jing Yue not only sold the Blood Transfer technique and sword techniques but also sold himself.

However, he didn't feel humiliated.

Just like his thoughts all along.

Isn't it good to be alive?

He raised his head, and on the roof of Land Fan's room, Ning Zhao was sitting in a white dress, her body covered in moonlight, like an ethereal immortal, extraordinarily beautiful.

With closed eyes, Ning Zhao, who was cultivating, felt something and her eyelashes trembled. She opened her eyes.

With indifferent eyes, she glanced at Jing Yue.

Jing Yue's face froze, and he forced a stiff smile towards Ning Zhao.

Suddenly.

Ning Zhao raised her head, her brows furrowed, and looked towards outside the courtyard.

Jing Yue in the yard also narrowed his gaze.

Outside the Land Mansion.

A luxurious carriage pulled by five horses slowly stopped, and the horses neighed.

Disheveled hair, carrying a gourd, Mo Tianyu walked out of the carriage.

Seeing the tightly closed gate of the Land Mansion, Mo Tianyu squinted his eyes.

He weighed the gourd in his hand.

Then, with calloused feet in straw shoes, he stepped onto the carriage shaft.

His graceful figure leaped into the air and landed on the roof of the Land Mansion, stepping on the tiles, using light work, and heading straight into the depths of the Land Mansion.