kvmb Chapter 99 The reclusive family patriarch emerges from seclusion, willing to serve as a gatekeeper j
Chapter 99 The reclusive family patriarch emerges from seclusion, willing to serve as a gatekeeper j
That gray streak of light, carrying the scent of ancient decay, instantly traversed thousands of miles of night sky, crashing like a meteorite outside the boundary marker of Qingshui County.
The hard asphalt road surface was smashed into a deep pit, and gravel and dust were blown into the air by the raging wind.
As the dust settled, a withered old man dressed in a tattered burlap robe and covered in long white hair slowly rose from the bottom of the pit, his hands behind his back.
His name is Qin Wudi. He is the first ancestor of the Qin family, a reclusive martial arts family in the capital. He has been in seclusion in the poisonous miasma of the Ten Thousand Mountains for a full 120 years.
This old monster thought that he had broken through the barrier of a martial arts grandmaster and that after emerging from seclusion he could sweep across the world and trample all the powerful and wealthy under his feet.
The holographic fireworks show that had just covered the entire globe had startled him awake. He followed the residual spatial fluctuations, intending to investigate and, incidentally, kill someone to establish his authority.
Qin Wudi coldly examined the nano-defense shield in front of him that shimmered with a ghostly blue light, and let out a disdainful snort.
His withered, claw-like hands formed a mudra in front of his chest, and the profound true energy accumulated in his dantian for a hundred years transformed into a visible gray tiger, hovering above his head.
"You cowardly turtle inside, get out here! You've managed to pull off such a grand illusion; you're barely qualified to take a move or two from me!"
The roar, imbued with powerful internal energy, exploded in the night sky, causing the leaves on the nearby trees to fall with a rustling sound.
Ma Hualong, standing in the guard post, was holding a thermos when his hand trembled, and a few swollen, mutated goji berries fell onto his uniform trousers.
He rolled his eyes at the white-haired old man who looked like a savage; he was used to this kind of mentally ill person who would shout for violence as soon as he came in.
Zhou Bapi, holding a high-voltage electric baton, came closer and spat a handful of sunflower seed shells at Qin Wudi through the defensive light barrier.
"Where did this crazy old man come from in the middle of the night? Our Master Lin just went to sleep, what are you yelling about? Be careful, or I'll give your white hair a perm with my stun gun!"
The village's patrol team of elderly women, who had just been reminiscing about the golden dragon in the sky, all gathered around the old man with laser brooms when they heard the commotion, pointing and gesturing at him.
Aunt Li stuffed the red silk into her waistband and loudly mocked the old man, asking if he had gone mad from living like a savage in the mountains, daring to come to the special economic zone to stage an accident while dressed like a tattered sack.
Qin Wudi was almost driven mad by the mockery of these mortals. He was a peak martial arts master, and even the emperor had to offer him a seat when he met him.
Now a group of cleaning ladies and security guards are pointing their fingers at him and calling him a crazy old man!
Enraged, he pushed the gray tiger of true energy outwards, attempting to blast the glowing, broken shield and the guard post into dust with a single blow.
The tiger of true energy crashed into the nano-defense shield, but it didn't even cause a ripple. It simply vanished without a trace like a deflated balloon.
Qin Wudi's sunken eyes widened, and he gasped. His earth-shattering blow hadn't even produced a sound echo.
Just as this old monster was questioning his existence, in the floating manor ten thousand meters in the sky, Ao Xiaoyu was playing in the water at the edge of the fountain pool.
This adorable little dragon girl, having eaten too much mutated sausage, is happily rolling around in the deep-sea spring water, her pink dragon horns bobbing up and down on the surface.
She slapped her dragon tail, covered in ice-blue scales, hard in the pool, creating a large splash.
A few drops of bathwater, imbued with rich life force and dragon aura, flowed through the fountain's drainpipe, transforming into a shimmering stream that cascaded directly onto the light-guiding staircase below.
The water flowed down the light screen, and a drop of water just happened to pass through the filter of the defensive shield and dripped onto Qin Wudi's chapped lips with a soft pat.
Qin Wudi subconsciously licked his lips, rolling that tiny drop of water into his mouth.
The moment the drop of water entered his throat, the old monster's body jerked violently as if he had been electrocuted.
A massive surge of life energy, so powerful it made his very soul tremble, exploded violently within his parched internal organs.
His meridians, which had not improved for over a hundred years, instantly expanded by two times under the scouring of this spiritual spring water.
The long, white hairs on his body, resembling withered grass, fell off at a visible rate, and his shriveled, sunken skin regained its healthy color.
Qin Wudi touched his now firm and smooth cheeks, his aged heart pounding like a drum.
He originally thought that he had reached the pinnacle of humanity by cultivating to the level of a martial arts grandmaster, but now he realizes that he was just a blind frog in a well!
The power of nature contained in a single drop of water that leaked from the sky surpassed even his 120 years of arduous cultivation!
Those worldly powers and martial arts pride are no match for this transformative foundation, not even as good as the mud in the sewers.
Qin Wudi suddenly knelt down on the asphalt road, slamming his head heavily against the light screen of the nano-defense shield, producing a dull thud.
"This old man, Qin Wudi, was blind and failed to recognize a great man, disturbing the immortal's peaceful cultivation. I deserve to die!"
"Please, immortal, have mercy and let this old man stay outside as a watchdog. If you can let me lick a mouthful of this divine spring water every day, I'll work hard for you for the rest of my life!"
In the bedroom of the floating manor, Lin Xian turned over and used his mind-body helmet to block out the noise from outside.
He was already annoyed to be woken up in the middle of the night, and hearing the old man crying and wailing made his ears suffer even more.
Lin Xian didn't even bother to speak, and directly sent an authorization command to Ma Hualong using his mind.
"Old Ma, if you need someone to sweep the fallen leaves outside the gate, let him come in and help you. Stop him howling."
Upon receiving the order, Ma Hualong proudly puffed out his chest and pressed a switch to open a small gap in the defensive shield, just wide enough for one person to pass through.
Qin Wudi slithered in through the crack like an eel, lay on the ground, and breathed deeply in the pure air of the special zone, tears streaming down his face.
This reclusive ancestor, who had swept across an era, dared not even glance at the manor high above, his heart filled only with fervent worship of the living god.
Ma Hualong pulled a large broom from the storage room and threw it unceremoniously at Qin Wudi's feet.
"Old man, our Master Lin is kind-hearted and took you in. From now on, you'll be under my care. If you don't sweep up a single fallen leaf in the square, I'll deduct your water ration."
Qin Wudi picked up the broom as if it were a treasure, nodding his head vigorously and repeatedly assuring everyone that he was an excellent worker.
Being able to guard the gate for such a high-dimensional deity is a rare and precious opportunity that even his disciples and grand-disciples in the Hundred Thousand Mountains could not attain in several lifetimes.
A few hackers who stayed up all night online easily captured this surveillance video of the gate and posted it directly to martial arts forums and the dark web homepage.
"Holy crap, isn't that the Qin family patriarch who disappeared a hundred years ago? The ruthless man who single-handedly defeated the entire Eight Great Sects back then!"
"A legendary figure of this caliber, after just one sip of water in Qingshui County, immediately knelt down and begged to become a henchman for the security guards?"
"This 'Idle God's' dimensional reduction attack is too monstrous! Is it too late for me to go to Qingshui County to pick up trash now, the kind where I bring my own lunchbox?!"
Martial arts enthusiasts across the internet, watching the video of the obsequious old man holding a broom, felt as if the faith of the entire martial arts world had collapsed.
The current head of the Qin family, watching the live stream, was so frightened that he immediately removed the family plaque, fearing that he would incur the wrath of that bigwig from Qingshui County.
Su Xiaoxiao was scrolling through her phone under the covers, a sly smile playing on her lips as she looked at the comments on the screen.
She was as obedient as a little lamb now, no longer daring to harbor any wicked thoughts of vying for favor. After all, if she angered Lin Xian, her fate would only be worse than that of the old man.
Xia Anran, wearing her pajamas, walked to the French windows, yawned, and looked down at the brightly lit square. She thought it would be good to have someone else sweeping the floor.
Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran, two big stars, had long been used to all kinds of storms. They were sleeping soundly with eye masks on, and no external tremors could disturb their beauty sleep.
Zhong Xiaoai and Tang Wu were burning the midnight oil in the basement, worrying about the data from the particle accelerator, completely unaware of the earthquake that had struck the martial arts world outside.
Qin Wudi changed into a wrinkled security guard uniform, picked up a broom, and followed Ma Hualong around, starting to sweep the dust off the white marble square.
As he swept the floor, he greedily absorbed the faint spiritual energy escaping from the air, feeling that this life was much more comfortable than the hundred years he had spent in seclusion in the poisonous miasma.
Just as Qin Wudi swept a pile of fallen leaves into the smart trash can, his martial arts intuition, honed over a century, suddenly sounded a piercing alarm.
This alarm terrified him more than the prospect of a nuclear explosion; the hairs on his body stood on end like steel needles.
Qin Wudi dropped the broom in his hand with a thud, clutched his chest tightly with both hands, and his face turned ashen white in an instant.
He pointed in horror at the solid white marble floor tiles beneath his feet, his voice distorted by the tremendous vibrations.
"Steward Ma, quickly report to the Immortal! The power deep underground has completely spiraled out of control; a catastrophe that could destroy the entire Asian tectonic plate is about to erupt!"