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"Okay, mother," Lu Zhen said with a serious expression.

"It looks like you\'re very close to the strength of a second-stage martial artist. When you come home, you must practise in seclusion now."

Lu Zhen nodded, his expression equally serious.

Suddenly, the carriage rumbled as if an earthquake had occurred, and it abruptly came to a halt.

Lu Zhen looked at Lu Ying, whose expression had become icy cold. She disappeared from her position and instantly appeared outside the carriage.

She gazed intently at the sword, which appeared to be composed entirely of wind, her expression profoundly serious. It descended toward the carriage, releasing a horrifying aura that would have instilled terror in any mortal who beheld it.

In Lu Ying\'s hand, a glove with menacing spikes materialized. With determination in her eyes, she struck the air with her spiked glove.

"Timber Guardian Punch!" She roared, and to Lu Zhen\'s astonishment, thousands of wooden poles sprouted from the ground. These wooden poles, with spikes at their tips that resembled the gloves worn by Lu Ying, surged toward the ethereal wind sword.

The convergence of these countless wooden poles and the wind sword resulted in a resounding collision.

Boom!

As the two forces clashed, a violent shockwave rippled through the area. The impact was so tremendous that it created a crater, spanning at least a kilometre wide.

Some blood trickled from the corner of Lu Ying\'s mouth as the internal injuries she sustained took their toll.

"You Bastard, xia family ancestor. Why are you attacking me? Have you forgotten the covenant?" Lu ying said in a loud voice that travelled throughout the area.

"After you killed one of our grand elders, you are..."

The conversation was abruptly interrupted as a sharp "shing" resonated through the surroundings, creating an ear-piercing, high-pitched noise.

Boom!

Another explosion followed, accompanied by a coughing sound that seemed to originate from another dimension, its source hidden, with no visible speakers or location.

Lu Zhen gazed at the scene outside, clenching his fists, overwhelmed by a feeling of powerlessness.

"What if I have a cheat? I can\'t even qualify to fight them right now," Lu Zhen thought helplessly. Despite his extraordinary abilities, it had been only seven or eight months since he arrived in this world, and this clearly wasn\'t sufficient time to challenge these old monsters who had cultivated their skills from childhood and were at least a century old, even with the advantage of his cheat.

After all, martial arts was a step-by-step process that took time to practise, even if you had all the resources in the world. It was a lengthy process that took time, hard work, and talent.

Lu Zhen wasn\'t afraid of talent, as the system could give talent and hard work Lu Zhen believed that as long as he could stick to his path of strength no matter what came, without deviating from the path of true power, he had to work hard.

All he needed was time.

Suddenly, Lu Zhen narrowed his eyes as a tearing sound reverberated in the surroundings as the air seemed to be torn, revealing the void as two young men came out, staring at each other with hatred.

One was wearing a white robe with the insignia of a bird, while the other was wearing a green robe with the insignia of the Lu family, a verdant tree.

However, both of them seemed relatively young, and at a quick glance, their auras made them appear almost ordinary. Yet, the act of tearing through the fabric of void and standing in thin air dispelled any notion of ordinariness.

Lu Zhen\'s eyes gleamed with fascination when he saw the ancestor. It was as if the ancestor could sense this, prompting him to pause and cast a glance in Lu Zhen\'s direction, which was met with a nod and a smile from the young man.

"Dammit! She killed my grand elder, which means she has broken the covenant, so I can kill her," the young man in the white robe angrily exclaimed.

"Have you, Lu Ying?" the ancestor inquired as he promptly erected a protective barrier around Lu Ying, thwarting an incoming attack with a tiny needle which had green liquid at the tip.

"No, Ancestor," Lu Ying responded, offering a slight bow before elaborating, "I killed the grand elder because he was attacking my son." Her words were delivered with a calm demeanour, but a hint of icy disdain sounded from her tone.

"Do you have anything to say now, Xia Cao?" the Lu family\'s ancestor inquired, a trace of amusement flickering in his gaze as he observed the white-robed man.

"But…"

"But what, Xia Cao? Did you genuinely believe that my Lu family could be easily bullied?" Ancestor Lu swiftly extended his hands and conjured two massive trees, each boasting a thickness of at least four feet around 121 cm. They wound around Xia Cao, trying to restrain him.

"Hmph." Xia Cao sneered, and with a casual hand swipe, the very air moved to form a small cyclone that bore the appearance of a white dragon. This ferocious force obliterated nearly half of the trees.

The shattered wooden fragments scattered everywhere, but the strange thing was that the trees began to regenerate almost instantly.

Xia Cao stood there, his expression marked by astonishment.

"Have you already reached the middle stage of the first-stage martial realm?" He couldn\'t hide his shock.

Ancestor Lu chuckled in response. "Of course, I have. Did you think I was as useless as you?" With another wave of his hand, the trees radiated with a green light, growing even thicker and sturdier.