Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 1862: 480:
Previously on Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family...
The abrupt emergence of a Nascent Soul Cultivator launching an assault on the clan demands a complete and exhaustive probe.
With Lu Ping’an unleashing yet another fierce punch, Ying’er collapsed into total unconsciousness.
Right before slipping into oblivion, she remained utterly baffled about Lu Ping’an’s true identity or his mysterious origins.
Should this individual hail from Bi Lake Mountain’s Lu Family.
Yet, aside from Lu Changsheng and Lu Miaoge, the Lu Family of Bi Lake Mountain boasted no other Nascent Soul Cultivators possessing such overwhelming battle prowess.
Lu Ping’an advanced, sealing away Ying’er’s Core Formation Magical Power, seizing her Storage Ring, and then turned toward the wounded Nine Netherhound, inquiring, “Little Black, how are you holding up?”
He shared a deep bond with the Nine Netherhound, having even matured alongside it from young.
Earlier, when he returned home alongside his father, Lu Changsheng, he wasted no time in heading straight to White Tiger Mountain to see Little Black.
“Roar.”
The Nine Netherhound emitted a subdued roar, signaling that it was mostly fine.Next, it cast a glance at the Spirit Ring that had tumbled to the earth after the magical control dissipated.
“What sort of Magical Treasure could this be...”
Lu Ping’an noted how this Spirit Ring had previously subdued the Nine Netherhound with great effect.
After giving it a brief examination, he questioned, “What’s the status over at White Tiger Mountain?”
“This woman came straight for me on purpose.”
The Nine Netherhound growled lowly, its gaze flashing with icy ruthlessness.
“Come on, let’s head to White Tiger Mountain right away.”
Though Lu Ping’an felt a bit more at ease, he still resolved to inspect White Tiger Mountain personally.
Once he finished speaking, he sealed Ying’er within the Four Directions Cauldron, tidied the site of the clash, and departed for White Tiger Mountain together with the Nine Netherhound.
The disturbance hadn’t drawn any onlookers, so he aimed to handle everything in secrecy.
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Reaching White Tiger Mountain at last, he discovered only Lu Xuanyu bearing injuries, alongside more than a dozen shattered Second Rank Puppets. Lu Ping’an breathed out in relief.
As long as no one faced grave harm, that sufficed.
He passed a rare Healing Pill to Lu Xuanyu, urging him to focus on recuperation.
“Ping’an.”
While he conferred about the events with Aunt Lu Miaoyun via the [Sun and Moon Token], a serene and composed voice resonated softly in his ears.
Raising his eyes, he beheld a silhouette radiating subtle yin and yang glow, towering and striking like an immortal deity.
“Dad!”
The arrival proved to be none other than Lu Changsheng.
He had been at Qingyun Sect, staying by Xiao Xiyue’s side.
His plan had been to wrap up his time with Xiao Xiyue, then link up with Zhao Qingqing in the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range, before joining their son, Lu Qingyue, over at Bi Lake Mountain.
But then, a transmission came from his wife, Lu Miaoyun.
Even though he trusted his son Lu Ping’an’s skills to manage the crisis, he opted to rush over regardless.
“Ping’an, what’s the current state of affairs?”
Lu Changsheng eyed the Nine Netherhound standing by his son, then drew out a bottle of pills from his Storage Ring.
These were assorted remedies for demon beasts, sourced from the hoard of Heavenly Silkworm True Monarch.
“Dad, everything’s under control. White Tiger Mountain suffered no major damage.”
Lu Ping’an responded without delay, freeing Ying’er from the Four Directions Cauldron and presenting the seized Storage Ring along with the Spirit Ring to Lu Changsheng.
“Hmm!?”
Lu Changsheng, eyeing the Spirit Ring and the fainted Ying’er, arched a brow and moved closer to grasp her delicate wrist.
Extending his Divine Consciousness Magic Power, he peered instantly into Ying’er’s Qi Ocean Core, where her Dao Foundation Pill was coiled by a shadowy feline form, causing his gaze to sharpen, “As expected, it’s from Beast God Mountain!”
Besides Heavenly Silkworm True Monarch, he had also eliminated a Nascent Soul Cultivator from Beast God Mountain—Black Crow True Immortal.
Therefore, encountering Ying’er triggered an immediate recognition of a familiar aura and the blended human-demon essence woven into her magic power.
“What reason could Beast God Mountain have for sending their people to stir up trouble at White Tiger Mountain?”
Lu Changsheng knitted his brows, utterly puzzled.
Though he harbored grudges against Beast God Mountain, the prior conflict stemmed from Yangming True Master, bearing no connection to Bi Lake Mountain’s Lu Family.
He directed his attention to the Nine Netherhound, seeking details on what transpired.
“Roar!”
Looking dejected, the Nine Netherhound uttered a muted roar, claiming ignorance as well.
In the midst of a peaceful slumber, it had abruptly sensed a sinister and unfamiliar presence.
The foe then unleashed this golden ring, striving to pin it down and ensnare it.
“Without that Golden Ring, this cat demon could never have bested me!”
As a Third Rank Demon King, the Nine Netherhound prized its pride, roaring once more to emphasize the point.
“Showing up out of nowhere like this?”
Lu Changsheng mulled it over upon hearing the account, scrutinizing the Spirit Ring now in his grasp.
He observed its likeness to the Demon Extermination Treasure he had forged in the past.
Designed mainly to curb and pursue demon beasts, it ranked as a Third Rank Middle-Grade Magical Treasure.
“It’s not your fault.”
Noting the Nine Netherhound’s faintly resentful expression, Lu Changsheng chuckled and stroked its head, before shifting his focus back to Ying’er.
He gently removed the mask from her face.
An elegant oval visage greeted him, with a pointed chin and flowing, supple contours that blended fragility with subtle charm.
Maybe from the prior skirmish’s toll, her porcelain skin appeared deathly pallid, her lips tinged with smeared rouge and a trace of seeping blood.
Her lids stayed firmly closed, her lashes strikingly lengthy, her nose petite but refined, accentuating the lines of her features and rendering her, without question, a striking beauty.
Still, to Lu Changsheng, seasoned by journeys and encounters with countless ethereal maidens and divine beauties, Ying’er ranked only modestly higher than ordinary, evoking scant surprise.
“Buzz!”
From the Sea of Consciousness nestled between his brows, akin to a diminutive golden silhouette, the Taiyi Divine Soul manifested.
With a mere flick of his hand, as though an unseen force reached out to seize Ying’er’s soul, he demanded, “Who exactly are you? Do you belong to Beast God Mountain in Liang Country?”
“Uh...”
Unlike the many cultivators he had faced before, Ying’er mounted a notable defense against Lu Changsheng’s Six Desires Heart Demon Technique, her features twisting in evident torment, as if teetering on the edge of revival.
“Fascinating.”
Lu Changsheng realized Ying’er was no ordinary foe.
Beyond the seals imposed by Beast God Mountain within her Sea of Consciousness, she had clearly endured specialized drills against soul searches.
“Ping’an, do you have the Thousand Faces Puppet Fox on hand?”