Necropolis Immortal

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This rotten luck! I didn’t expect that brat to bring back an origin core woman.
Thank goodness I invited Old Willow here today, or I’d be dead otherwise! Cold sweat dripped down Xue Lang’s face.
I’m only late-stage golden core myself.
I can’t possibly intervene in a battle between two origin cores! I’ll hide for now and get payment after Old Willow takes that woman down.

But before then, I should seize Wanfeng for my own.
Despite her talent, I’ve only taught her a single low-grade wind combat art, heheheh.
She probably doesn’t know how to fight yet.
Grand Steward Xue walked toward Lu Yun and his prey, these thoughts on his mind.

“You’ll be dead in six months anyway, my good Excellency.
Why not take pity on me before you die? I’ve served your family for a hundred years, haven’t I?” He stopped before the two youths.
“Three hundred thousand premium stones is more than enough for me to comfortably retire on.”

Wanfeng’s expression instantly changed.
She stepped between Lu Yun and Steward Xue, her spirit sword ringing clear of its sheath.

“Tsk, you’re grown up! You’re bold enough to draw your weapon against me now, huh? Ooh, is that a spirit weapon?” Xue Lang’s eyes glowed with greed.
“Hohoho, I’ll certainly take this gift.
That weapon is worth at least several hundred premium stones!”

“You’ve wrought your own doom, Xue Lang.” Lu Yun patted Wanfeng reassuringly on the shoulder.
It was his turn to put himself between her and the steward.
“Your life won ’t be spared even if the celestial emperor himself came now.”

In the tomb, Wanfeng had protected him despite suffering debilitating fear.
Even after she’d been pushed beyond the brink, she forced herself awake and remained conscious until they were truly safe.

Lu Yun could do no less than treat her as his own, considering all that.
For the grand steward to try selling her off… that was a death sentence in his eyes.

“You still think your governorship holds any importance, you mewling whelp? Do you imagine anyone will answer your orders? You’re about to be a homeless stray very soon!” Xue Lang cackled.
“I’ve decided to depart from House Lu.
I am no longer your servant, thus there’s no problem with insubordination.
Die!”

His expression was vicious as he reached out a palm and brought it crashing down on Lu Yun.

“Move!” Lu Yun swept the anxious Wanfeng behind him, then drove both hands forward.
Nine draconic forms appeared around him, inky and potent.

Thump!

Xue Lang’s withered palm made forceful contact with Lu Yun’s body.
The nine shadowy dragons shook, sending the old steward flying like a dead leaf.

“How can this be?!” Xue Lang’s eyes widened incredulously.
Lu Yun had used a combat art!

The boy with a dormant bloodline that precluded him from cultivating had deployed a skill that was supposedly inaccessible to him!

The robust energies the grand steward felt were more than a match for his own.
Encountering such abrupt resistance had sent him flying, while Lu Yun remained firmly in place.
Shadows coalesced around him like a casket, safeguarding his body within.

“Little bastard! You became a cultivator without anyone knowing.
You’ve learned a powerful combat art, too!” Xue Lang picked himself back up off the ground, disheveled and spiteful.

I’ll come back later, after Old Willow deals with that woman! Deciding this, he made a mad dash for his life.
A dark yellow light from the sword beneath his feet hoisted him aloft and took him toward the city’s outskirts.

“You’re not going anywhere!” roared Lu Yun.
His hands made a strange seal, causing a phenomenon like a number of small, golden dragons to swarm between his fingers.

Boom!

There was a sudden quake throughout the entire residence.
Nine golden dragons rose from the ground of the governor’s residence and flew into the skies, enveloping the entire capital in their influence.

“The Enneawyrm Provenance Formation! Who activated it?” The cultivators who’d just sent off the plague—er, Dusk Phalanx—were scared anew by the soaring dragons.

“Lu Yun! It has to be him! What does that crazy guy want, exactly?!” The members of House Ge were chilled to the bone.

The Enneawyrm Provenance Formation didn ’t only protect the governor’s residence; its range included all within the city’s limits.
In other words, anyone inside the walls was theoretically open to attack.
It would be trivial for the formation master to destroy House Ge, if he so wanted.

“I underestimated that brat.
He’s more decisive than I thought.” Having just returned home, Feng Li looked up with considerable awe at the nine dragons in the sky.
“Both of Dusk Province’s major weapons have made a showing, eh? That’ll be enough to daunt certain individuals.”

He spoke of the formation in the city, and the Dusk Phalanx in the north; both had made appearances tonight.

“The Enneawyrm Provenance Formation! Are you trying to kill me, you little bastard?!” Those proved to be Xue Lang’s last words.
He shrieked hideously as one of the dragons turned him into a bloody mist with a twist of its body.

“Get out of the way, Yuying!” Blood seeped out of all of Lu Yun’s orifices.
Powering the Enneawyrm Provenance alone was too much of an exertion for him.
Without the Tome of Life and Death in his body, as well as the Enneawyrm Coffinbearers, he would’ve been sucked dry at the moment of its activation.

“Die!” roared Lu Yun.
He pressed both hands down in a vicious motion.

Boom boom boom!

Nine draconic shadows slammed into the giant willow in the middle of the courtyard.

1.
Skandhas are the Buddhist five factors that constitute and explain a sentient being’s person and personality.

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Please keep in mind that cultivation levels will initially be disorderly because 1) the path of cultivation was severed in the great war (in the synopsis, so not a spoiler) and 2) for a reason which will later be revealed.
Cultivators in this world in this world are essentially babies learning how to burp, turn over, and crawl.

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