Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

His heart beat faster and faster, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.

When Butler Fei pushed open the carved wooden door, Wang Quan Baiye's breathing almost stopped.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and the thin figure on the bed was almost unrecognizable.

Wang Quanshouzhuo lay quietly, his face so pale that it was almost transparent.

The once majestic face now looked sickly and haggard, and even his breathing seemed so weak.

A petite figure stood beside the bed.

Wang Quanzui turned around, tears still welling up in his red and swollen eyes: "Brother, you're back."

Her voice was so choked that it was almost inaudible, and it was obvious that she had been crying not long ago.

Butler Fei gently patted Wang Quanzui's shoulder and said, "Miss, let's go out first and let the master and the young master have a good talk."

The sound of the door closing woke up Wang Quan Baiye who was standing there in a daze.

He walked slowly to the bed, knelt heavily on his knees, and gently held his father's skinny fingers with his trembling hands.

"Father, I'm home."

This voice seemed to have some kind of magic. Wang Quanshouzhu's eyelids trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.

When his blurry vision focused on his son's face, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Ye'er is back..." Wang Quanshou's voice was weak but gentle.

"The food in Wudang is pretty good. You look a lot stronger."

He raised his hand with difficulty and wanted to touch his son's face.

Wang Quan Baiye hurriedly grabbed the trembling hand and put it against his face.

Only then did he realize that his father's hands had become so thin that only skin and bones were left.

"It's me, father. I'm back to see you." Wang Quan Baiye tried hard to control the trembling of his voice.

Wang Quan's smile deepened. "I know you're back."

He coughed lightly twice. "How have you been in Wudang these years? Have you learned anything?"

Wang Quan Baiye opened his mouth, and countless images flashed through his mind: Master Zhang Sanfeng's earnest teachings, the morning and evening bells of Wudang Mountain...

He almost blurted it out, but suddenly remembered his master's advice - the news that he was still alive must not be leaked.

"I have learned a lot in Wudang over the years." He finally said this, his voice a little tense.

"And the child has mastered the Wudang lineage's Tai Chi sword techniques, integrating them with my Wang Quan family's sword techniques."

A glimmer of relief flashed in Wang Quan Shouzhuo's eyes.

He moved his body with difficulty, as if trying to sit up.

Wang Quan Baiye quickly supported him and carefully placed a pillow behind him.

"Then have you learned anything from the Wang Quan Sword?" Wang Quan Shouzhuo suddenly asked, his eyes becoming unusually bright.

Wang Quan Baiye was stunned for a moment, thinking that his father was asking about Wang Quan's sword intent.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo had already told Wang Quan Baiye about his sword intent when he was a child.

He shook his head, a trace of guilt crossing his face. "Over the years, I have also been trying to communicate with the King's Sword, but all to no avail. I still haven't grasped the meaning of the King's Sword you spoke of."

The light in Wang Quan Shouzhuo's eyes dimmed instantly.

He sighed softly, his eyes fixed on the royal sword hanging at his son's waist.

This magical weapon that has been passed down for thousands of years is now lying quietly in its scabbard, as if it were just an ordinary sword.

In fact, what he wanted to ask was not the royal sword intent.

The secret hidden in the sword, the truth that even he could only glimpse, was what he really cared about.

When he gave his son the King's Sword, not only did he sharpen his swordsmanship, he also hoped that he would gain the recognition of that person...

But he couldn't say these words.

Only Wang Quanbaiye himself can comprehend it. If he can comprehend it, it means he is destined to have it. If not, it means he is not destined to have it.

"Hegemony..." Wang Quan Shouzhuo suddenly grabbed his son's hand tightly with astonishing strength.

"You must remember what I'm going to say next. The Wangquan Sword is the foundation of the Wangquan family and must not be lost! You must take good care of the Wangquan Sword. As long as the sword is alive, the people will die!"

This sudden seriousness made Wang Quan Baiye a little stunned.

He had never seen his father so excited, and there was a strange fire burning in his cloudy eyes.

"Don't worry, father." Wang Quan Baiye nodded solemnly.

"I will take good care of the sword."

"As long as the sword lives, the man will die!"

Wang Quan Shouzhuo seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his tense body sank back into the soft mattress.

The father and son chatted about some family matters, but Wang Quan Baiye could feel that his father's energy was rapidly fading.

When Wang Quan Shouzhuo closed his eyes again, Wang Quan Baiye tiptoed out of the room.

In the corridor, Butler Fei and Wang Quanzui were waiting quietly.

"Young Master..." Butler Fei hesitated to speak.

Wang Quan Baiye shook his head, signaling them not to disturb his father's rest.

The three of them walked along the corridor in silence.

"Brother..." Wang Quanzui suddenly said in a low voice.

"Dad, how is he...?"

Wang Quan Baiye said without even turning his head: "Father is asleep, let's not disturb him."

Having said that, he also knew that his father could not hold on for much longer.

He had been hesitating about something before, but now he has the answer.

He is going to challenge Wang Xianzhi!

Chapter 184 Goodbye Wudi City!

In fact, Wang Quan Shouzhuo has always had a concern in his heart, that is, Wang Quan Shouzhuo has always been obsessed with challenging Wang Xianzhi.

Wang Quan Baiye actually knew that Wang Quan Shouzhuo had always had a concern in his heart.

That line, "I see how pitiful the swordsmen of the world are; I see how pitiful the swordsmen of the world are!"

Wang Quan Shouzhuo always remembered this sentence. Just like Gu Yi five years ago, Wang Quan Shouzhuo always wanted to stand up for the swordsman.

But now Wang Quan is in such a state that it is obviously unlikely that he will challenge Wang Xianzhi again.

As a son, he naturally had the obligation to bear all of this. At least he had thought about challenging Wang Xianzhi in his heart.

Now it's just early.

He knew very well that with his current strength, his chances of winning against Wang Xianzhi were slim, but he had to go regardless of winning or losing.

He didn't want his father to die with regrets! So he decided to challenge Wang Xianzhi!

He knew he couldn't wait any longer.

When Butler Fei saw Wang Quan Baiye’s solemn expression, he paused for a moment.

"Master..."

"Mr. Fei." Wang Quan Baiye took a deep breath.

"I'll leave the Wang Quan family to you. I have something to go out for."

The old butler's hands trembled slightly, and a hint of understanding flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He knew this father and son too well. From the way Wang Quan Baiye held the sword, he guessed what the young man was going to do.

"Master, remember to come back early." Butler Fei finally said this, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Wang Quan Baiye nodded solemnly, his clothes fluttering as he turned around.

His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to be stepping on the strings of fate, playing a silent war song.

Wang Quanzui, who was standing aside, just watched all this quietly.

The moonlight shone on her pale face, reflecting two lines of clear tears.

She suddenly remembered what her father had once said to her: "Your eldest brother shoulders far more responsibilities than you can imagine..."

At this moment, she finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

......

Leaving Wangquan Villa, Wangquan Baiye's figure cut through the night sky like an arrow.

He must first meet someone - the only person who, in his mind, has the possibility of defeating Wang Xianzhi.

The night wind howled, blowing away the sweat on his forehead.

Two days of running around had almost exhausted his magic power, but he didn't dare to stop.

The royal sword at his waist made a slight humming sound, as if urging him to move forward.

......

Guanjiangkou, Qingyuan Palace.

Yang Yitan stood in the pavilion in the yard, his eyes looking up at the distant night sky.

His third eye felt slightly hot, which was a sign that a distinguished guest was coming.

"Second brother, what are you thinking about?" Qing Muyuan came over with a pot of hot tea, her skirt brushing against the fallen leaves on the stone steps.

"I'm waiting." Yang Yitan's voice was very soft, but with unquestionable certainty.

"Wait?" Qing Muyuan was about to ask, but suddenly she sensed something and turned her head to look at the sky.

A flash of sword light cut through the night sky and landed heavily in the courtyard.

Amidst the flying dust, Wang Quan Baiye knelt on one knee, breathing heavily.

His robe was torn and his face showed the fatigue of a long journey, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Brother!" Yang Yitan and Qing Muyuan exclaimed at the same time and hurried forward to support him.

Wang Quan Baiye waved his hand and stood up with difficulty: "Yang Jian...is he here?"

The two looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"Brother, my brother is not here." Yang Yi sighed and frowned.

"What do you want from him?"

The light in Wang Quan Baiye's eyes dimmed a little.

He staggered to the stone bench and sat down, then took the tea handed to him by Qing Muyuan and drank it all in one gulp.

"I'm going to challenge Wang Xianzhi."

"What?!" The teapot in Qing Muyuan's hand almost fell, and the tea spilled onto the stone table, emitting wisps of hot steam.

Yang Yitan's eyes suddenly opened, flashing with golden light: "Brother, you..."

"Come to think of it, we haven't seen each other for five years." Wang Quan Baiye forced a smile and gestured for the two to sit down.

"Let's have a good chat."

The night breeze blew through the courtyard, bringing with it the coolness of early autumn.

"I understand that you are here, Yishen, but why are you here too, Seventh Sister?" Wang Quan Baiye was a little surprised.

"I..." Aoki Yuan calmed down and recounted her experiences over the past five years.

It turned out that she did not choose to leave, but chose to stay in Guanjiangkou to practice.

"Brother, we haven't seen each other for five years. Why do you want to challenge Wang Xianzhi as soon as you come here?" Yang Yitan's heavenly eyes stared at Wang Quanbaiye, as if he wanted to see through his soul.

After a long silence, Wang Quan Baiye finally spoke, his voice low and firm: "My father...is critically ill..."