After the college entrance examination, my identity as a Mahayana Immortal Venerable could no longer

Chapter 2 Soul-Eating Death Curse

Chu Tiankuo's screaming sound was stuck in his throat.

His body convulsed violently, and his remaining right eye bulged out, bloodshot. Blood mixed with a clear liquid gushed out from the edge of the paper tube, dripping onto the floor.

The paper tube did not pierce the cerebral cortex. Lu Yuan precisely controlled the force, severing only all motor nerves except for the pain nerves.

Chu Tiankuo can't even move a finger right now, but he can clearly feel the excruciating pain of the foreign object churning in his eye socket.

The remaining bodyguard finally reacted. He drew his baton from his waist, let out a beast-like roar, and slammed it down on Lu Yuan's temple from the side. This was the instinctive reaction of a retired special forces soldier.

Lu Yuan didn't even look at him.

He simply uttered a single word.

"kneel."

The sound waves generated by the vibration of the vocal cords spread through the air. There were no fancy lighting effects.

The bodyguard's body jolted abruptly. He heard the sound of his kneecaps shattering. Then his femurs and tibias followed. An invisible weight descended, crushing his lower body into a bloody pulp.

The bodyguard's upper body slammed heavily to the ground, his hands gripping the terrazzo floor so tightly that his fingernails were all turned up. He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out; the pressure had completely emptied his lungs.

The corridor fell silent once more. Only the hissing sound of air leaking from Chu Tiankuo's throat could be heard.

Lu Yuan loosened his grip on the paper tube.

He looked at Chu Tiankuo, who was slumped on the ground.

"Killing you would be too easy."

Lu Yuan raised his right hand. His index and middle fingers were joined together, and a faint gray-black light emanated from their tips. That was the Soul-Devouring Death Curse, a curse that struck fear into the hearts of those in the cultivation world.

He placed two fingers on Chu Tiankuo's crown.

The dark gray light pierced into Chu Tiankuo's skull through his scalp.

Chu Tiankuo's body suddenly arched, like a shrimp thrown into boiling water. Black veins began to appear on his skin, as if countless living black worms were frantically swimming and gnawing beneath his flesh.

A myriad of ants devour the heart. The soul is extracted and refined.

This is a pain that directly affects the soul. No painkiller or anesthetic on Earth can alleviate it in the slightest.

"Three days."

Lu Yuan looked down at Chu Tiankuo, who was rolling on the ground and frantically banging his head against the ground.

"Go back and tell Chu Wanshan that within three days, he must bring the entire Chu family, dressed in mourning clothes, to kowtow and apologize before my mother's spirit."

"One person less. One minute late."

Lu Yuan turned around and walked towards the cart.

"The entire Chu family, including their nine generations, will be wiped out, not even their chickens or dogs will be spared."

The indicator light at the elevator entrance lit up. With a ding, the metal doors slid open to both sides.

A dozen or so men dressed in black training uniforms rushed out of the elevator. Leading them was a middle-aged man in a gray Tang suit. His temples bulged, his eyes gleamed, and he walked with a swift, silent gait.

Zhao Tieshan, a director of the Jiangzhou Martial Arts Association, chief retainer of the Chu family, and a martial artist who has achieved mastery of internal strength.

Upon receiving the distress call from his bodyguard, Zhao Tieshan immediately led his men to the third basement level. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he was met with a strong stench of blood.

He saw the mangled flesh in the corner. He saw the bodyguard, only half a body remaining. He saw Chu Tiankuo, rolling wildly on the ground, with paper tubes stuck in his eye sockets.

Finally, he saw Lu Yuan covering the cart with the white sheet again.

"presumptuous!"

Zhao Tieshan's eyes widened in fury, and his bones cracked like popping beans. Internal energy surged through his body, causing his gray Tang suit to flutter even without wind.

"Dare to touch Young Master Chu, and I'll cripple you!"

Zhao Tieshan stomped his foot forcefully, leaving two deep footprints in the terrazzo floor. He shot towards Lu Yuan like a cannonball. His right fist, accompanied by a piercing whistle as it tore through the air, aimed straight for Lu Yuan's back.

This punch contained the full power of a martial artist who had mastered internal strength, enough to penetrate a five-centimeter-thick steel plate.

Lu Yuan had his back to him. He was carefully tucking in the edges of the white cloth.

Zhao Tieshan's fist was less than ten centimeters from Lu Yuan's back. He could even see the long-haired youth's shattered spine.

Lu Yuan did not turn around.

He simply hummed softly.

"Noisy."

Two words.

Zhao Tieshan's body, which was rushing forward, was instantly frozen in mid-air.

He felt as if he had crashed into an invisible wall. No, not a wall. It was a mountain. An ancient divine mountain that had fallen from the heavens.

His prized internal strength was utterly useless in the face of this power.

"Click."

Zhao Tieshan's right arm, which he used to throw a punch, snapped off, the white bone piercing through the sleeve of his Tang suit.

Next comes the sternum. Then the ribs. Then the spine.

He was folded in two mid-air by an invisible force. Blood gushed from his seven orifices.

"Bang."

Zhao Tieshan crashed heavily to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell completely still.

The dozen or so men in training uniforms who had rushed out of the elevator behind him all froze in place. They stared blankly at Zhao Tieshan, who had been instantly defeated.

Zhao Tieshan possessed mastered internal energy and was a highly ranked expert in the Jiangzhou martial arts world. Yet, this long-haired youth, without even touching a single hair on his head, was killed by a mere cold snort?

Lu Yuan turned around.

His gaze swept over the dozen or so men.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

A dozen or so men knelt down in unison. No one gave any orders; it was purely an instinctive reaction driven by the extreme fear of death. They pounded their heads against the ground, their bodies trembling like leaves.

Lu Yuan ignored them.

He walked to the wall, bent down, and picked up the unconscious Lu Qingxue.

Then he walked to the cart.

He lightly swept his finger across the air. The cart, along with the body on it, vanished into thin air and was stored in his Nine Heavens Storage Ring. That was the spatial ring he used to store top-grade spiritual veins and immortal treasures. Now, he used it to settle his mother.

Lu Yuan, carrying his younger sister, walked towards the elevator.

The men kneeling on the ground frantically crawled to both sides, making way for a wide passage. No one dared to look up.

The elevator doors closed. The numbers began to rise.

Outside the underground morgue, all that remained was blood everywhere, a few mangled corpses, and Chu Tiankuo, who was still rolling and howling on the ground, suffering the torment of the Soul-Devouring Death Curse.