Necropolis Immortal

“What’s going on here?!” A beardless man of roughly thirty years old rushed in with several hundred people. Most of them were foundation establishment with a couple golden core.

“Ying Wu, what are you doing?!” Gang leader Ying Xuanshui glared hotly at his vice leader. Ying Wu was holding a stocky gang member, rising and falling on top of him while hooting with pleasure. Another smaller and skinnier man behind him did the same thing to the lofty vice gang leader.

Bam!A glowering Ying Xuanshui kicked the skinny man aside. The man crashed to the ground, his condition unknown.

Bam!

Ying Xuanshui reached out and smacked the back of Ying Wu’s head. That was all it took to knock an initial nascent soul cultivator unconscious.

When the burly man found that there was no one behind him, he quickly turned around and saw the livid Ying Xuanshui. His coarse features assembled into a seductive smile and he raised his bottom to the air, rubbing Ying Xuanshui’s crotch with it.

The gang leader’s stomach turned and he almost vomited. He furiously stomped down the man’s butt, sending the wailing man careening to a nearby stone mound and fainting dead away.

Ying Xuanshui was a mid nascent soul cultivator and could tell that his men had fallen victim to some sort of illusion. He subconsciously glanced at the Cloudflow Inn in front of him. The pink haze enveloping it was explanation enough—this was obviously an uncommonly sophisticated illusion formation. Whoever touched the curtain of light was affected.

“To the friend inside, aren’t such filthy tactics against the Darkwater Gang despicable?” Ying Xuanshui directed his men to knock the two dozen gang members unconscious. Only that freed them from the influence of the formation.

Being the leader of a gang, Ying Xuanshui was a shrewd person who kept his cards close to his heart. He wouldn’t have come if not for hearing about the ludicrous acts that Ying Wu and the others were engaging in.

“Despicable?” a clear voice slowly answered. “Doesn’t the leader of the Darkwater Gang find these words laughable?”

The inn doors opened to reveal a young man in long ivory robes and cerulean blue overcoat. He waved a folding fan gilded with gold and set foot outside of Cloudflow Inn.

“Laughable?” Ying Xuanshui’s heart skipped a beat when he saw that the speaker was just a young man of seventeen years old, but commanded the cultivation of initial golden core. At the same time, the young man’s clothes were only lower fine rank treasures. This was most likely a noble scion from a third rank empire.

The gang leader’s heart settled back down as he concluded that the young man must have obtained his treasures and formation diagram from Immortal Burial Valley. Ever since the valley appeared, pills and treasures that were a rare sight in the lower ranked empires of Jade Ruins Realm became commonly seen.

“You say this young master is despicable, but I wonder if your Darkwater Gang is even more reprehensible?” Lu Yun smirked at the two dozen men in a shabby state being led away by the other gang members.

Ying Xuanshui’s face twitched. Although his men had committed those actions because they’d fallen prey to an ambush, it was an unequivocal fact that the actions had taken place. It wouldn’t be long before the gang became the laughingstock of Fallen Leaf City.

Despicable? Reprehensible? More like utterly disgraced.

“You court death!” Ying Xuanshui didn’t think much of Lu Yun after deducing the young man’s identity. He’d killed more noble scions of ordinary Dark Orchid clans than he could count. What did one from a mere third rank empire count for?

He promptly pressed down in the void and formed a massive hand with boundless true origin. It loomed over Lu Yun’s head. This was just an initial golden core cultivator! He would never hold off a nascent soul powerhouse, even with a couple of impressive treasures.

Lu Yun struck back in full when he saw that the other simply used true origin to manifest a giant hand against him. He waved Hongmeng qi out of his body and also formed a hazy gray hand, sending it against the one of true origin.

Plenty of spectating cultivators nearly broke out into laughter to see a little guy of initial golden core use a hand of true origin against a nascent soul cultivator. They’d seen people out of their depth before, but never one so delusional. The gap between initial golden core and mid nascent soul was more than heaven and earth in their eyes.

Boom!

A sharp collision sounded in the air as one of the hands was destroyed and the other continued with unabated momentum. Of course, this was only to be expected and the young man would be shortly…

Jaws dropped as Lu Yun’s hazy hand closed around Ying Xuanshui’s neck and held him up.

“How dare a nascent soul cultivator throw his weight around in front of me?” Lu Yun contemptuously lifted his chin and threw Ying Xuanshui to the ground.

Cowering inside the inn, Long Aotian and Wang Bu’er swallowed hard. Never could they have imagined that the lofty Darkwater Gang leader, a nascent soul powerhouse, would lack even the ability to rest the young man!

Lu Yun had been able to defeat an initial nascent soul Ouyang Shengtian when he was in foundation establishment and evenly matched the possessed genius. Now that he’d formed a golden core of great dao, the nascent soul cultivators of a mere fourth rank empire didn’t even register in his eyes.

Fengxian Wu could casually sweep away a dozen of them, to say nothing of Lu Yun.

He looked imperiously at the gang leader on the ground and suddenly broke into a gentle smile, sending shivers down Ying Xuanshui’s back.

“I am newly come to Fallen Leaf City and lack a few errand boys. You’re called Ying Xuanshui, aren’t you? Are you willing to serve this young master?” He was used to being called a young master in the Lu Clan, so this was the same honorific he adopted when out. These days, he was in the mood of recruiting whoever he saw. It didn’t matter if they wished to serve him or not. He lacked minions to run errands with.

“Hmph!” Ying Xuanshui was a hard man who shunted his head to the side with a cold snort. The other two hundred gang members also gathered around. Although they seemed to have provoked someone they shouldn’t have this time, they weren’t afraid since they had a mighty backer.

“So you’re not willing?” Lu Yun’s tones still remained gentle as he looked at Ying Xuanshui.

“My Darkwater Gang is under the banner of the Black Tortoises—”

Pfft!

Lu Yun kicked his head in before he could finish. Another kick to the dantian crushed Ying Xuanshui’s nascent soul out of existence.

Silence draped over the scene. The young man was… too abnormal and entirely too ruthlessly decisive. He’d been smiling one second and killed a nascent soul powerhouse in cold blood the next. Was it that easy to kill such a heavyweight? Could it be that Ying Xuanshui had been a paper tiger?

“I give you forty-five minutes to disband the gang, or this young master will kill you one by one.” There wasn’t much killing intent in Lu Yun’s tone, but it was foreboding all the same in the gang’s ears.

Two hundred gang members and another initial nascent soul vice leader stood frozen on the spot.

“Get out of here!” Lu Yun shouted, sending shudders through the crowd before they scattered. He sensed a decent surge of goodwill from all sides—there was both gratitude and admiration present.

The young man quickly grasped that killing a nascent soul cultivator with golden core strength instantly won him the worship of some weaker cultivators. Darkwater Gang was a tyrant of Fallen Leaf City, their reputation similar to his in Dark City. Now that he’d killed their leader and demanded this disbandment, the citizens were naturally grateful toward him.

“Young master, you’re in great trouble now! You should leave the city as soon as possible!” Wang Bu’er and Long Aotian ran out of the inn. While they were highly excited, they were more so enormously worried.

“Darkwater Gang falls under the Black Tortoise banner and Ying Xuanshui is the uncle of the Black Tortoise leader. They will not easily let you off for killing Ying Xuanshui!

“Their leader is a peak nascent soul powerhouse and he commands a dozen more nascent soul cultivators. There are also more than ten thousand Black Tortoise members. As strong as you are, sir, you will be overwhelmed with sheer numbers!” Wang Bu’er explained rapidly as he was well acquainted with the situation in the city.

“Disperse of the bodies for me. You can leave after that.” Golden light flashed through Lu Yun’s eye as he vanished on the spot. This was cultivation—comprehension of the many aspects of life, doing some good deeds, ridding the world of some tyrants, and collecting goodwill.

He… wasn’t being a saint, was he?

……

The two vice leaders of Darkwater Gang rushed back to their headquarters, surrounded by an entourage of two hundred gang members.

“What do we do now?” The awakened Ying Wu was at a loss. Although he’d committed unspeakable acts, there was no time to dwell on that since Ying Xuanshui was dead. But… that illusion had been pretty…

“What is going on, how did you provoke such a terrifying young man?!” The other vice leader, Ying Xiong, barely managed to force down abject fear.

Lu Yun’s last words had been tinged with goodwill, leaving an indelible mark on their hearts and minds. Thus, they didn’t even collect their dead leader’s body before departing.

“The men say that Purplestar Silver appeared in Cloudflow Inn, as well as a treasure that can raise the dead. I rushed there with our people, but the young man used a vicious formation against us!” As savage as Ying Wu’s expression was, it was more filled with fear.

Ying Xuanshui and Ying Xiong had rushed to the inn when they heard of what their fellow comrades were doing.

“Let’s go to second sister! We must have vengeance for the death of big brother.”

etvolare\'s Thoughts

Lovely, I\'d like to wash my eyeballs now kthx.