On your wedding night, stay with your godbrother; the Empress is practically throwing herself at you

After sending the message.

Lu Chuan put his phone in his pocket and pushed open the door to leave.

The elevator is going down.

When I stepped out of the residential area, the sun was shining brightly.

Lu Chuan took a deep breath and felt much more relaxed.

Without Liu Ruyan's interference.

It wasn't as disgusting as Su Yan's.

This feeling of freedom is wonderful.

After leaving the residential area, I hailed a taxi on the roadside.

"Master, go to the southern outskirts of the city."

"where?"

The driver turned around, looking surprised.

"Young man, are you a martial artist?"

"Um."

Lu Chuan nodded in surprise.

I guess so.

"Haha, I knew it. Now all you martial artists are running to the outskirts."

"But that place is now off-limits."

"I heard that the demonic leader who died there yesterday was incredibly powerful; even a Martial King wouldn't dare approach him due to the overwhelming killing intent he exuded."

"What are you doing there?"

"Are you looking for death?"

Lu Chuan smiled and casually made up a story.

"I'm a martial artist, and also a self-media person. I go to the periphery to shoot some material and ride the wave of popularity."

"Oh, I see. But you young people these days, you'd risk your lives for a few clicks."

The driver shook his head and started the car.

"I'm telling you, I'll only take you five kilometers outside the cordon."

"I'm not going any further in."

"Okay, no problem."

The car sped south.

The further south you go, the fewer cars there are on the road.

The oppressive feeling in the air became more and more obvious.

That was the lingering pressure of a powerful being after their fall; even from dozens of kilometers away, it could still make one's heart tremble.

After half an hour.

The car stopped at an intersection.

"That's all for now."

The driver pointed ahead.

"There are guards ahead, you'll have to walk through."

"Thank you, Master."

Lu Chuan paid the fare and got out of the car.

Sure enough, not far ahead, a long cordon had already been set up.

However, there was no one on duty.

after all……

Guarding the post is only useful for ordinary people.

For martial artists, getting in would be a piece of cake.

A warning line should be set up to alert ordinary people not to go any further.

However, a large crowd had also gathered outside the cordon.

There were ordinary people watching the spectacle.

There are internet celebrities who livestream using their phones.

Others are martial artists.

Compared to ordinary people, martial artists were clearly much bolder, with the exception of a small number who remained outside the cordon.

Many martial artists lifted the cordon and went inside.

Barren mountains and forbidden areas.

Although dangerous, it is a treasure trove in the eyes of martial artists.

The place where the Martial Saint fell.

What if we could find some relics of a martial saint, or even grasp a trace of the martial saint's essence?

That's like rising to the top in one step!

Seeing so many people around, Lu Chuan didn't go over directly.

Instead, they found a secluded grove of trees and went inside.

After a while.

The Lu Chuan who reappeared was no longer the sunny and handsome one he once was.

Instead, he was an old man with a hunched back, a wrinkled face, and gray hair.

He was wearing an old, faded Zhongshan suit.

It is precisely the effect of a thousand faces and ever-changing forms.

The ability to transform into a thousand faces is simply a divine skill for murder, robbery, and feigning weakness to deceive others.

Since we're going into the forbidden area...

Then you can't use your true face.

Otherwise, my name will probably be on the front page tomorrow morning.

It's better to keep a low profile.

……

Outside the cordon.

The crowd was full of people.

"Hey guys, see that mountain over there? That's the legendary place where the Demonic Martial Saint fell!"

"This black aura, this oppressive feeling, it's incredible!"

"I heard that not even a fly can get in there; if you go in, you'll die!"

"Today, the host will give you a close-up look at what the aura of a powerful figure truly means!"

"Send a rocket, and the streamer will walk forward ten meters!"

Several online celebrities were shouting at the top of their lungs into their phones.

The martial artists nearby looked on with disdain upon hearing this.

"A bunch of reckless fools."

A burly man carrying a large sword snorted coldly.

"That killing intent was too much even for a martial spirit to withstand. If you walked ten meters forward, you wouldn't even know how you died."

"that is."

The person next to him chimed in,

"Just now, a two-star Grand Martial Master refused to believe in the supernatural and insisted on barging in."

"And the result?"

"Just one foot stepped in."

"His entire leg was shredded into a bloody pulp by the murderous intent."

"The screams are still echoing in my ears."

There was a cacophony of voices and chatter.

But no one dared to cross that line.

Because right inside the cordon, there were several piles of meat scraps that no one dared to clean up.

Those were a few unlucky guys who didn't believe in superstition.

He had only rushed in a couple of steps when...

The lingering murderous aura in the air instantly shredded them into minced meat, without even allowing them to scream.

This bloody lesson is more effective than any warning.

Just then.

The crowd suddenly stirred.

"Hey, look!"

"Who is that?"

"Why is an old man walking in?"

The crowd looked in the direction indicated.

An old man wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, with gray hair and a slightly hunched back, was slowly walking towards the cordon.

The old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties; he walked with a shaky gait.

"Grandpa, please don't go!"

A kind-hearted young martial artist couldn't help but shout out.

"That's forbidden territory; people will die if they go in!"

"Yes, sir, that's where the Martial Saint died, not a park for a stroll!"

"Come back quickly, you really can't go in there!"

Lu Chuan felt a warmth in his heart as he listened to the shouts around him.

There are still more good people than bad in this world.

However, he didn't stop; he simply waved his hand and replied in a hoarse, aged voice.

"It's alright, this old man will just go in and take a look. I've lived enough, I'm not afraid of death."

After saying that, he turned and continued walking forward without looking back.

The crowd immediately erupted in uproar.

"Holy crap, is this old man crazy?"

"Even if you've lived a full life, you can't just throw your life away like this!"

"I think he's getting senile, probably Alzheimer's. He has no idea where that place is."

Some people were gloating, taking pictures with their phones.

"Quickly record this! The old man forced his way into the forbidden area; this is big news!"

"Hehe, I bet this old man won't last three steps before he turns into mincemeat."

"I bet five cents, two steps."

Amidst a chorus of discussion and ridicule.

Lu Chuan stepped one foot into that gray, misty area.

hum!

The moment I stepped inside.

Lu Chuan felt that the whole world had changed.

The air, which had been relatively mild, suddenly became as sharp as a knife.

A massive amount of invisible black and red killing intent erupted instantly as he stepped in, rushing madly towards Lu Chuan.

That was the resentment and killing intent that the Martial Saint unleashed before his death.

Although a day has passed, it is still incredibly terrifying.

The murderous aura entered his body.

Instantly, Lu Chuan felt a chill.

"hiss--"

pain!

That fucking hurts!

It was as if countless tiny steel knives were frantically cutting his skin, drilling into his pores, trying to grind his bones into powder.

Fortunately, at that moment, the supernatural power [Indestructible Body] activated automatically.

……