Building The Ultimate Fantasy Chapter 78 - Young Master Lu Killing a Philosopher after Three Steps

Chapter 78: Young Master Lu Killing a Philosopher after Three Steps

One was upstairs. The other was downstairs.
The two kept looking at each other this way.
The night was deeper. A thick fog covered the moon, making the pale moonlight appear even dimmer.
Sitting in the wheelchair, Lu Fan did not speak. He shook his head after throwing that Mohist giant, who was standing before the window, a look. With his head hanging down, he was playing with the metal piccolo that was becoming colder and colder.
He seemed to be regretting, but no one knew what he was regretting.
Squinting before the window, Mo Beike was looking at Lu Fan playing with the metal piccolo, his eye bags slightly vibrating. That was Wei Yu’s piccolo.
Yinyang School’s necromancers stood on the roof, the veils of their bamboo hats blowing in the wind. The beast machines looked horrendous on the long street.
And with the cold, gloomy wind, the night air was kind of chilly.
Lu Changkong was gazing at Mo Beike who was standing before the window with a cold face.
“Giant, what is this?”
Lu Changkong unsheathed the knife he had been carrying at the waist. His hair was blowing in the wind.
In his body, a wisp of Spirit Qi was flowing out of his Qi Core, as restless as a little snake.
“Alas.”
Before the window of the hotel…
Mo Beike let out a sigh slowly.
“City Master Lu, why would you rather stay awake? Wouldn’t you like a good sleep until daybreak?”
Mo Beike’s hoarse voice came.
“The whole city is sleeping. Why do you want to be the only one awake?”
“If I fell asleep, I’m afraid I wouldn’t wake up again…,” Lu Changkong said indifferently.
“If I’m correct, the Mohist should have planned this in the other six cities, Beiluo, Drunken Dragon, Tong’an, Pingnan, Yuanchi, and Wangtian. You have been waiting for this night.”
Mo Beike looked at Lu Changkong. A small smile showed up on his wrinkled face. “Cultivators are unpredictable variables. However, the change in world power is somewhat destined. It’s intolerable for a destined thing to be affected by those variables. So cultivators should be brought under control. They can wait until the world becomes stable again to go on with their cultivation.”
Mo Beike did not answer Lu Changkong.
Or the Mohist giant was actually speaking to Lu Fan.
Lu Changkong did not respond.
Because the beast machines on the hotel rooftop and the long street had started to move.
As soon as Mo Beike finished speaking, they perceived the hostility around them.
Lu Changkong was so gloomy that he almost sweat.
Ni Yu, pushing the wheelchair, was extremely pale. Her legs were slightly shaking.
In the wheelchair, Lu Fan was kind of calm. Despite seeing the beast machines rushing at him and Yinyang School’s necromancers jumping off the roof, he remained cool.
He grasped the metal piccolo unhurriedly.
“You know nothing about cultivators. You claimed cultivators are affecting the big picture of the world, but in fact, it’s you who are breaking taboos with martial force.
“It’s ridiculous that you think you have everything under control.
“However, you know nothing about cultivators,”
Lu Fan said slowly.
“I feel disappointed.
“I thought the Mohist giant had come today, but you are just an impostor.”
What?
Lu Changkong was shocked with Lu Fan’s remark.
On the second floor, Mo Beike’s eye bags vibrated again.
His piercing eyes were staring at Lu Fan. Then he burst out laughing.
“Mo Beike told me to watch out for Young Master Lu from Beiluo. He was right. That old man is always right.”
His smile was echoing on the long street.
Then, the fake Mo Beike reached out for his jaw to tear a mask from his face slowly. When the mask had been removed, a face with some evil charm showed up. His pale, thick hair went loose.
The hunchbacked old man’s body changed too. Gradually straightening his back up, he turned out to be a tall, muscular man.
He was completely a different person in an instant.
Lu Fan was still grasping the piccolo. His face looked emotionless.
Lu Changkong sucked the air through his teeth. He recognized who that was.
“Yinyang School’s philosopher… Wei Luan!”
A man of philosopher level!
And he was a philosopher from Yinyang School, the most mysterious school among the Hundred Schools of Philosophy.
In an instant, Lu Changkong was shocked by Mo Beike’s thoughtfulness. He managed to persuade a Yinyang School’s philosopher to come to Beiluo to deal with Lu Fan.
However, Lu Changkong also knew in Hidden Dragon Ridge’s Secret Realm, Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing, one in a white dress and the other in a white robe, killed more than thousands of soldiers, making blood flow across hundreds of miles. As those two’s master, Lu Fan was certainly hard to read.
That was why Mo Beike asked Yinyang School’s philosopher Wei Luan to help.
“What did you do to Wei Yu?”
Before the window, Wei Luan’s gray hair was blowing. He took a step forward to jump over the window. With his long robe fluttering, he landed on the street steadily.
The beast machines roared over.
Yinyang School’s necromancers ran at high speed on the roofs nearby.
They surrounded Lu Fan and others.
Lu Changkong was very nervous. His body tensed up. The presence of a philosopher put him hugely pressured.
As calm as usual, Lu Fan was sitting in the wheelchair playing with his metal piccolo.
Boom!
The flagstones on the street cracked. A tiger machine growled like a real tiger and jumped into the air with moonlight shining on its metal body, reflecting a cold and hostile luster.
“Wei Yu… The woman playing with worms?”
“Don’t worry about her. It was an easy death,”
Lu Fan said.
He swung the metal piccolo in his hand lightly.
Buzz…
Spirit Qi was surging and rippling. A sharp piccolo sound suddenly came.
The piccolo disappeared in an instant. When it showed up again, it was already at the end of the tiger machine’s tail…
The tiger machine was pierced entirely through. Jiguan School’s disciples inside the beast machine were also pierced through by the metal piccolo and were bleeding heavily.
The tiger machine fell apart. With its parts falling before Lu Fan, a gale started.
Lu Fan’s white clothes were fluttering in the wind.
The metal piccolo hung in the night sky as beads of crystal blood dripped from it.
Lu Fan glanced at Wei Luan who was far away with a cold face.
He pressed the palm of his hand down.
Instantly…
The metal piccolo fell, and a wolf machine was nailed on the ground, unable to move even a little bit.
His movement was gallant. With such elegance, two beast machines were eliminated.
The Yinyang School’s necromancers, who were there, opened their eyes widely.
Squinting, Wei Luan said in a low angry voice, “Deploy the formation!”
Yinyang School’s necromancers acted. When they took off their bamboo hats, these people seemed to blend into the darkness.
They jumped out one after another, charging down at Lu Fan.
Lu Changkong struck one of them hard with his knife.
Puff…
However, this necromancer turned into black fog. Hence, Lu Changkong failed to get him.
These necromancers kept turning into thick fogs in the air and disappearing. When they showed up again, they had been in a completely different place.
Lu Changkong’s forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Even though he was a martial arts Grandmaster, he felt somewhat threatened, as if these necromancers would turn up next to him anytime.
Ni Yu was so scared of this spooky scene that she crouched down on the ground.
At this moment, she really wished she could sleep soundly like Luo Cheng, but unfortunately, her strength did not allow her to do that.
Facing this spooky scene, Lu Fan slowly took a chess piece out of the box beside the armrest of the wheelchair.
The moonlight shone through the thick fog on Lu Fan’s face and the Spirit Pressure Chessboard, which were both giving off a gentle luster.
He held the chess piece between the middle finger and the forefinger.
Those Yinyang School’s necromancers around him were coming and going like a shadow. And with the fog, they appeared to be more like ghosts.
No matter where the wind came from, the east, the west, the south, or the north.
Lu Fan rolled up his sleeve and placed the chess piece on the chessboard unhurriedly.
As soon as the chess piece was placed…
A dreadful Spirit Pressure was released.
Buzz…
The world seemed to be distorted in an instant.
Boom! Boom!
In the thick fog, two blood fogs exploded.
Two Yinyang School’s necromancers did not escape in time. They were squashed into pieces. Meanwhile, the others landed on the rooftop in nearby buildings, shocked and frightened.
“Showy,”
Lu Fan said slowly.
He did not place another chess piece on the chessboard.
Instead, he handed the chessboard to Ni Yu while gazing at Wei Luan.
He stood up from his wheelchair. His clothes were even whiter than snow.
Wei Luan’s pupils slightly contracted when he saw Lu Fan stand up, just like how Wei Yu reacted when she had seen him stand up.
“You might become the first philosopher from the Hundred Schools who dies in Beiluo,”
Lu Fan said.
“Don’t worry. I’m a kind person. I will give you a swift death as that of your apprentice’s.”
Wei Luan’s pupils contracted. His gray hair was blowing.
He bit through his finger and touched the center of his forehead lightly, leaving a drop of blood there. Then he moved his finger down along the bridge of his nose. Soon, a weird pattern appeared on his face.
It was Yinyang School’s spell.
All of a sudden…
On the street, Wei Luan’s body became blurry.
Things could be created from nothing. Then one turned into two, two turned into three, and then into five.
Wei Luan turned into five persons.
Lu Fan stayed calm.
Then a dark airflow surged around him.
He took one step forward.
Tong…
The entire Beiluo City seemed to be quaking.
The five faces of Wei Luan shook in the same manner.
Lu Fan took the second step.
The five Wei Luan all felt tremendous pressure. They could not help but kneel down.
Lu Fan took the third step.
The five Wei Luan were all kneeling on the ground, with their heads hanging down. They finally showed their fear.
Lu Fan was standing before Wei Luan with his hands behind the back.
The dark airflow turned into a sharp knife, which was suddenly brandished.
The heads of all of the five Wei Luan were sent flying.
He left the world as quietly as his apprentice Wei Yu did, like a silent and beautiful withering autumn leave.