At the same time, the group of security guards finally came into Lu Yun’s view.
Seven or eight men, carrying guns and holding up oil lamps, came rushing down the mountain path, panting for breath.
When they saw the figure in the pavilion leaning on a cane, they froze for a moment. Then, someone shouted, "Sir! That thing is dangerous! Get out of the way!"
"Ghost?"
Lu Yun repeated the word softly.
Under the moonlight, his perpetually placid face suddenly changed. It was as if two flames had ignited in his tranquil eyes, once as still as an old well.
’Ghost = modified value!’
This equation was etched into Lu Yun’s mind, deeper than any Martial Arts Heart Method.
The man in yellow pounced from mid-air, still a good distance away. His pitch-black eyes were locked onto Lu Yun as a beast-like growl escaped his lips.
Then he saw it. The old man with the cane didn’t dodge or evade; instead, he slowly raised his right fist.
At the tip of his fist, an invisible current of air began to twist and spin. That wasn’t wind—it was scorching hot Qi, compressed to its absolute limit.
The man in yellow’s pitch-black pupils contracted abruptly. ’Something’s wrong! This is no ordinary old man!’
His innate survival instinct screamed for him to twist away and dodge, but his body was still in mid-air with no way to change course. It was too late.
Lu Yun had already thrown his punch from a distance. A scorching blast of Fist Force, almost invisible to the naked eye, tore through the air and viciously struck the chest of the man in yellow!
"No!!!"
The man in yellow let out a shrill, inhuman scream, his voice laced with venomous rage. "Why is it you again, you damned Martial Artists! Why this damned power again!!!"
The Fist Force had pierced his chest. Immediately after, the incredibly scorching Qi from the blast began to surge eagerly into the man’s body.
His body was flung violently backward, overturning a row of benches in the pavilion and shattering them into a chaotic mess of flying wood splinters.
Then, like a paper effigy set alight, the man in yellow’s entire body began to emit plumes of white smoke.
In the span of just a few breaths, the body melted into a pool of murky black liquid, which slowly trickled between the shattered wooden benches.
The sound of hurried footsteps grew closer, and the security guards finally reached the pavilion, panting heavily.
For a moment, the dim yellow halos of the oil lamps shifted back and forth, illuminating Lu Yun’s face, his body, and the horrifying pool of black liquid on the ground.
No one spoke. Everyone’s mind was blank; they could only stare dumbfounded at the scene.
Brother Song’s gaze fell on Lu Yun’s face. By the lamplight, he finally recognized him.
"Aren’t you... the old gentleman from this morning?"
The men behind him reacted as well, looking at one another in disbelief. They never expected to encounter the old man who had lingered near them this morning again at night.
Everyone stared at Lu Yun as if they had seen a ghost. No, it was even more terrifying than seeing a ghost.
Brother Song stared a little longer than the others. After all, he was a Dark Force expert, his perception far sharper than that of the ordinary security guards.
He had just witnessed it with his own eyes: this old man had sent the monster flying with a single punch from several yards away.
’Killing from a distance... Isn’t that a power only a...?’
Having guessed the answer, Brother Song’s heart clenched. He swallowed subconsciously and asked in a trembling voice, "Sir, are you... a Grandmaster of Huajin?"
Lu Yun didn’t answer him, merely standing there in silence, looking down at the pool of black liquid on the ground.
"Thank you! Thank you for your help, sir!"
Without waiting for a response, Brother Song gave a deep bow.
The men behind him, stunned for a moment, quickly followed his lead as if waking from a dream. They bowed and shouted their thanks in a scattered chorus.
"Thank you, sir!"
"Thanks so much!"
"If you hadn’t stepped in, sir, that monstrous thing would have escaped and killed someone!"
Lu Yun gave them an indifferent glance before turning a portion of his attention inward, into his mind.
[Extreme Blue Martial Arts Modifier]
Name: Lu Yun
Gender: Male
Realm: Grandmaster of Huajin (Peak)
Cultivation Technique: Mountain-Breaking Inch Force Fist 3rd Floor (Mastery), Hard Qi Gong 2nd Floor (Beginner) Modifiable
Modified Value: 120
A single glance was all it took for Lu Yun to be momentarily stunned.
points. He stared at the number in silence for several breaths. That was a full 100 more modified value.
Lu Yun thought he had misread it and checked it several more times. It was correct. 120.
In other words, that "thing" from just now had provided him with a full 100 points.
This was the first time he had ever obtained a three-digit amount of modified value at once.
The problem was, Lu Yun was now starting to question everything. He clearly remembered that this thing didn’t have the slightest trace of yin energy.
That frigid, yin aura he was so familiar with—the one he could sense every time he slayed an evil spirit—was completely absent from this creature.
The wraith back at the Cao Mansion in Linjiang City, the one raised on Immortal Flesh, had only provided 40 points. And its yin energy had been so dense that it could make a person’s hair stand on end from dozens of meters away.
The modified value provided by this thing was nearly triple that of the wraith, yet strangely, it didn’t have a single trace of yin energy.
’How is that possible?’
For a wraith to provide this much modified value, its yin energy would have to be absolutely overwhelming, the kind of presence that would make even an expert at the Peak of Huajin like Lu Yun turn tail and flee.
But that thing just now... he’d killed it with a single punch.
Lu Yun looked down at the pool of black liquid on the ground, his brow furrowing ever deeper.
’What kind of monster is this?’
He recalled the creature’s dying shriek—"Why is it you again, you damned Martial Artists! Why this damned power again!!!"
Thinking of this, Lu Yun suddenly had a feeling that his understanding of this world probably didn’t even amount to the tip of the iceberg.

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