My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times-Chapter 224 - 59: Lu Zi, My Junior Brother

Three bolts of heavenly lightning struck, shaking the entirety of Qin City.

"Hm?"

In the deepest sanctum of Qin City's Hall of the Hundred Schools, the Master of the Legalist School, dressed in a Profound Robe, shot to his feet, his eyes flying open in surprise and suspicion.

"The very source of the world trembled, and three bolts of lightning fell..."

Fa Zi's expression shifted slightly.

Within the Peach Blossom Spring, any who served as a Master of the Academy could be called a "Zi." However, if they had not reached the level of a Great Sage on their own and were merely borrowing power from the positions of the Ancient Sons left behind in the Little World,

they could not add their own surname before the "Zi" title. They could only use the name of their school as a prefix. Thus, the Master of the Legalist School was Fa Zi, and the Master of the Military School was the Soldier.

At that moment, Fa Zi's expression was grim. He spoke with resolve:

"The Guanzi states: 'Walk on air, shrinking inches with every step.'"

Guan Zhong, the first Zi of the Legalist School.

The fragmented rules and principles of the Little World wove themselves around the elder in the Profound Robe. He took a single step, crossing a thousand meters. Walking on air, he moved so swiftly that in just a few breaths, he had traversed half of Qin City.

"My son!"

The Vessel Master of the Shangzi Lineage cried out in grief, coughing up blood. He seemed unable to believe what he was seeing. Spitting blood, he struggled to speak:

"The Shangzi states: 'After death...'"

"Stop!" Fa Zi barked. "This is heavenly punishment! The crime is unpardonable, and his life cannot be reforged!"

As he spoke, he scanned the scene. The visiting Vessel Master of the Daoist School's Lu Zi lineage stood to one side, frowning. Closer to the incident were several disciples of the Legalist School.

Not far off, the prodigy from the Han Feizi lineage was also present, accompanied by three others, one of whom was in a wheelchair...

Fa Zi's eyes swept over them, and he froze for a moment when his gaze landed on the frail-looking youth in the wheelchair.

Others could not see it, but as a Master of the Academy, he could faintly perceive what was coiling around the young man. 'Is that... the Dao and its Principles?'

Fa Zi was filled with shock and doubt. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, thinking they were playing tricks on him.

"What in the world is going on...?"

Just then, the face of the Shangzi Lineage's Vessel Master went pale. Grief and rage contorted his features, and his eyes turned bloodshot. A young noble at his side, trembling with fear, explained what had happened, then pointed directly at Tang Xiuming.

"It must be him... It must have something to do with him!"

The Vessel Master of the Shangzi Lineage shot a vicious glare, his voice a near-roar:

"The Shangzi states! Celestial Blade, Gouge the Bone!"

The void trembled, and visible ripples spread through the air. Dharma and principle intertwined, forming several gleaming Celestial Blades that slashed down toward Tang Xiuming and his companions!

The light from the blades was blinding, their energy lashing out in all directions, enveloping not only their target but also Tang Xiaoxiao, who was pushing the wheelchair, and Lu Xuan, who sat within it!

However, in the next instant—

Fa Zi's expression changed dramatically. He snapped his head up to see the heavy clouds churning in a frenzy. The light of the Great Sun, reflecting off the layers of dark clouds, had turned a ghastly blood-red—a sign of heaven's wrath!

And then!

BOOM!!!

With an earth-shattering crack, two bolts of deep purple Great Thunder, each as thick as a bucket, struck down viciously one after the other. The first obliterated the Celestial Blades woven from fragmented Dharma, while the second shot straight for the Vessel Master of the Shangzi Lineage!

The lightning was so fast that by the time anyone saw the flash, it had already struck!

As everyone watched, dumbfounded, the bucket-thick, deep purple Great Thunder struck the middle-aged man squarely, without the slightest deviation.

This Vessel Master of the Shangzi Lineage, the very man designated to be the next Master of the Legalist School, was simply scoured by the lightning until he disintegrated into nothingness.

A chill ran down the spines of all who witnessed the scene. Tang Xiaoxiao and Tang Shitou were still in a daze. Tang Xiuming swallowed, trembling, while the other young nobles were scared out of their wits.

Everything had happened too fast; the turn of events was too sudden. A Vessel Master was one of the highest figures in the Hall of the Hundred Schools, yet he had been struck dead right before their eyes for no apparent reason!

This... this...

What in the world was going on??

The Vessel Master of the Lu Zi lineage stumbled back several steps. Little Stone collapsed onto the ground, trembling uncontrollably. Lu Xuan, however, remained in his wheelchair, looking up at the sky as if lost in thought.

'It seems this Little World has undergone some kind of change...'

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he analyzed the information he had. This Little World had broken off from the Ancient Times one hundred thousand years ago. The Primordial Qi had been extinguished, making cultivation impossible.

'But the positions of the Ancient Sons that remain in this realm seem to have replaced its Dao. As a result, those who borrow the power of the Ancient Sons can easily manipulate rules, Dharma, and the world's very source...'

'Is that why slandering me or attacking me provokes heavenly punishment?'

While Lu Xuan was lost in thought, Tang Xiaoxiao, standing behind him, swallowed nervously and stammered:

"B-Brother... did... did something terrible just happen?"

Tang Xiuming didn't answer. His mind had gone blank. The deaths of the two young nobles were one thing, but for a Vessel Master to be struck dead like that...

He subconsciously glanced at the pensive Mr. Lu in the wheelchair. Whether by direct cause or by simple association, the reason for all this heavenly lightning seemed to be related to him.

In his terror, Tang Xiuming felt a pair of eyes staring intently in their direction. He instinctively looked over, and his pupils contracted. It was Fa Zi!

Fa Zi stared for a long moment before finally making a move. He walked slowly and cautiously toward Tang Xiuming and the others. The crowd, still mired in fear and shock, instinctively turned to watch the elder in the Profound Robe.

The two remaining young nobles didn't dare utter a sound, their hearts pounding in their chests. The Vessel Master of the Daoist School's Lu Zi lineage also seemed to sense something; he remained silent, even taking a few discreet steps back to observe from a distance.

By now, the continuous peals of thunder had alerted many of the more exceptional disciples of the various schools throughout the city. They began to arrive, some riding the wind, some treading on clouds, some on horseback, and some simply sprinting over.

Those arriving were either top prodigies from the schools, capable of communicating with the effigies of the Sages, or they were great figures who had already surpassed the prodigy level and now stood near the very pinnacle of power.