Chapter 2237 - 2210: Lu Tianxing, the Object of Everyone’s Desire

"Right, Tianxing, yesterday I got a call from Manman." At this moment, Bai Zhiqing, who had been sitting to the side listening to Lu Tianxing and Lin Yafei talk, suddenly couldn’t help speaking up.

"What did Manman say?" Lu Tianxing asked.

"Manman said she’s left Qin Island with Grandpa now, they’ve gone to Modu, and Rose is hosting them." Bai Zhiqing looked at Lu Tianxing and said.

When Lu Tianxing heard Bai Zhiqing’s words, he was slightly stunned. He was a bit surprised; he’d never expected that Jiang Liufeng, who had been staying on Qin Island all this time, would suddenly leave and head for Modu.

"Wife, other than that, did Manman say anything else to you?"

"Manman also told me you don’t need to worry about the poison in Grandpa’s body. She’s already found a way to completely eradicate the deadly toxin in him, and if it succeeds, Grandpa’s strength will recover within a very short time, with no sequelae at all." Bai Zhiqing looked at Lu Tianxing and said.

"Really?"

A flash of delight crossed Lu Tianxing’s face. He had thought Mandala at most would be able to dissolve the toxin in Jiang Liufeng’s body, but he’d never imagined Mandala could not only purge all the deadly poison from Jiang Liufeng, but even let his strength return to what it once was. If that was true, his confidence in dealing with the Tang Family later would be even greater.

With Jiang Liufeng and Old Sir Lu sitting in the rear as his anchors, once he started moving he’d have no worries at all, able to go all out.

"Mm!"

Bai Zhiqing nodded heavily and said, "That’s all Manman told me on the phone."

"Got it."

Lu Tianxing nodded again, a gleam flashing in his eyes, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

...

And just as Lu Tianxing returned to Beijing and went to Purple Crystal Western Restaurant to eat, the entire city was thrown into turmoil because of his appearance.

By now, it could be said all of China knew that Lu Tianxing carried on him a peerless Cultivation Technique. If someone could obtain the technique he cultivated, then in a short time they could mass-produce top-tier experts. For any power, that was a temptation almost impossible to resist—after all, the true measure of a power’s strength was how much top combat force it possessed.

Under normal circumstances, nurturing a single top expert required an untold investment of manpower and resources. Now, with just one Cultivation Technique, one could in the shortest time forge expert after expert. How could that not make people’s eyes go red? Even though this technique only allowed breakthroughs on the edge of life and death, no one cared. People, they had plenty; no one cared how many died. As long as they could cultivate a single top expert, it was worth it.

Right now, who knew how many were staring at Lu Tianxing, wanting to put him to death and seize the Cultivation Technique he trained in.

At this moment, among all the powers in China, Lu Tianxing was basically a juicy piece of meat—everyone wanted to take a bite out of him.

Moreover, in Beijing now, both the Yang Family and Tang Family were sharpening their blades, hoping to hack Lu Tianxing to death.

After the Xiangjiang incident spread, the Tang Family and Yang Family would definitely go all out, by any means not giving Lu Tianxing a chance to rise again. Once they made a move, it would be a kill strike, absolutely not giving him a single breath, and they would spare no effort.

More importantly, even if Lu Tianxing managed to withstand the combined assault from the Tang Family and Yang Family this time, it would likely be a case of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of his own—he himself would definitely not come out unscathed.

Right now, in the eyes of all the powers across China, Lu Tianxing had almost gone from a monstrous prodigy to a brainless hothead, a reckless existence that didn’t know life from death. If, after leaving Xiangjiang, Lu Tianxing had gone straight back to Modu or Jiangnan, he might still have had a sliver of hope. But he just had to choose to return to Beijing again—that was basically no different from courting death.

At present, no power believed Lu Tianxing could hold out against a joint offensive from the Tang Family and Yang Family. This time, Lu Tianxing was doomed to die. Even if by some miracle he survived, there was no way he’d live long enough to make it back to Modu or Jiangnan.

After all, in this world, kicking someone when they’re down is pretty much the most faithfully observed rule.

Even if, when the time came, the Tang Family and Yang Family didn’t make a move on Lu Tianxing, those powers drooling over his Cultivation Technique absolutely wouldn’t mind taking the risk, making sure he died with no grave to be found—using one gamble in exchange for a shocking Cultivation Technique, for a chance at their own rise in power. That kind of deal was all profit, no loss.

Even if, in the end, Old Sir Lu and Jiang Liufeng went berserk, they still wouldn’t be afraid. With so many powers wanting Lu Tianxing dead, who could say whose hands he would die in? Could the Lu Family and Jiang Liufeng really afford to stand against all the powers in China?

However, although Beijing had once again become turbulent because of Lu Tianxing’s return, no one was sticking their head out. As the saying went, the gun shoots the bird that sticks out. If they stuck their head out, who knew whether Lu Tianxing would take them out first? A madman who could injure someone at the Late Stage of Mythical was not someone you wanted to provoke. Besides, Lu Tianxing was going to fight the Yang Family and Tang Family to the bitter end. Why should they jump out at a time like this? Just sit tight and watch the show. Once the dust settled, they could step in and reap the fisherman’s profit—easy, with no real losses. Why not?

Lu Tianxing understood all this, of course, but he didn’t take it to heart. Since he dared to make a move in Xiangjiang, even at the cost of exposing everything, this was exactly what he wanted. He didn’t have much time left; since that was the case, he might as well go all in. Besides, this way he could see clearly who was friend and who was foe.

And just as Beijing was abuzz, discussing Lu Tianxing’s return, in a luxurious villa in the city—

Tang Qingyun sat upright on the sofa, a cigarette pinched between his fingers. But it was obvious his mind right now wasn’t on the cigarette at all. He let it burn between his fingertips, his whole person like a wooden statue sitting there on the sofa, making it impossible to guess what was going through his head.

"Hoo..."

No one knew how long it had been when Tang Qingyun finally exhaled a heavy breath of foul air. Then he picked up the cigarette that was nearly burned out, put it to his lips, took a hard drag, and then blew out a thick plume of smoke. The smoke swirled around his face, making him look a bit hazy, but in his eyes there flickered a chilling glint that made people’s hearts tremble and their backs go cold.

"Dong!" "Dong!" "Dong!"

Just then, a faint series of footsteps suddenly sounded from the doorway.

Hearing the footsteps, Tang Qingyun crushed out the cigarette in his hand, took a deep, deep breath, adjusted his mood slightly. The cold light flickering in his eyes vanished without a trace at that moment, replaced by that faint, almost imperceptible wicked smile.

Everything looked just as it always did, no different at all.

PS: There’s more coming, might be a bit late!