pertwk Chapter 62 Same Moon Order
Chapter 62 Same Moon Order
Chapter 62 Same Moon Order
Bang!
A muffled thud, like a heavy hammer striking a sack full of cotton, was dull and brutal.
A terrifying force, completely irresistible, suddenly slammed into her from the side without warning. Lu Linglong didn't even see what hit her; she only felt her mother's arms, which were wrapped around her, being instantly jolted away, and she was sent flying uncontrollably to the side like a kite with a broken string!
The world spun around.
The sounds of the wind, her mother's screams, and her own short gasps mingled together. The next second, her back slammed against a hard, cold object—not the soft grass, but the bare, pebbly muddy ground by the lake. The impact nearly knocked her unconscious; she felt a sharp pain as if her internal organs had shifted. Her vision went black for a moment, then exploded with countless flashing stars; her ears were filled with a piercing buzzing, and all sounds from the outside world became blurry and distant.
A metallic, metallic taste filled her mouth. She instinctively recoiled, sharp pain spreading from her back and the impacted shoulder blade. The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything; she gritted her teeth, propped herself up with trembling arms, her nails digging deep into the damp earth, and struggled to lift her head, desperately searching for her mother's figure in a blurry, swaying vision—
"mom!!"
What she saw made her blood almost freeze.
The cold moonlight streamed down without obstruction, casting a pale white glow over the lakeside. A few steps away, Mother was being held captive by a tall, dark figure. One of the man's hands, like an iron clamp, gripped Mother's throat, fingers digging deep into her flesh, forcing her to kneel in excruciating pain. Mother's face was flushed red, veins bulging on her forehead, her hands futilely trying to pry open the hand that held her life, her legs weakly pushing against the ground.
Hearing Lu Linglong's cry, Lu's mother turned her neck with difficulty and extreme slowness, her gaze fixed on her daughter. Her eyes were filled with extreme pain, fear, and a deeper, almost desperate anxiety. The pressure on her trachea made it almost impossible for her to speak, yet she still managed to squeeze out two broken syllables from between her clenched teeth and trembling lips: "Run—run!"
However, Lu Linglong no longer had a chance.
Before she could finish speaking, a rough force grabbed her long hair and yanked it backward without mercy! A tearing pain shot through her scalp, forcing her to involuntarily tilt her head back, her neck stretching into a fragile arc. Only then did she see that someone was already standing behind her.
He was a short, stocky man, his face pale and unhealthy in the moonlight, like moss in a long-unseen grave. A gruesome scar ran diagonally from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, writhing like a centipede as he grinned to reveal his gleaming white teeth. He was looking down, scrutinizing Lu Linglong with a gaze that was a mixture of judgment, doubt, and greed, as if assessing the quality of an object. He spoke hoarsely, as if to himself, or perhaps to some unseen being: "Strange—this reaction—could it be that you're not qualified enough? Or are you hiding your true abilities too well? We've risked our lives for you, and you still haven't made a move?"
"What do you want?! Let her go!" Mother Lu roared, her voice distorted by the pressure on her throat, yet exceptionally shrill, shattering the lakeside silence and carrying far. "Linglong is just an ordinary child! She knows nothing! She's never been involved in cultivation! Those messy affairs in the circle have absolutely nothing to do with her!!"
What was chilling, however, was that the mother's desperate cries elicited no response. The surrounding beautiful villas remained shrouded in darkness; not a single light shone from their windows, and there was no sound of people or dogs barking. The entire lakeside residential area seemed to have instantly transformed into a vast, silent tomb, with only the cold moonlight and the howling night wind bearing witness to the atrocity. A deathly silence, transcending nature and chilling to the bone, descended heavily upon the area.
Lu Linglong felt an unprecedented fear; she couldn't just surrender like this! Taking advantage of the moment when the person behind her seemed to be lost in thought, she gathered all her strength, bent her elbow sharply, and thrust it backward with all her might! Her elbow struck the other person's waist and abdomen, but instead of the expected dull thud of flesh hitting flesh, there was a loud "thud," as if she had hit hard oak or—leather-covered steel! A piercing pain shot from her elbow, instantly spreading throughout her entire arm, causing her to groan in pain.
"Ordinary?" The short man grabbing her hair sneered, as if he had heard some utterly absurd joke. He tightened his grip, causing Lu Linglong to groan in pain, but his gaze turned to her mother, who was struggling desperately, his tone full of mockery and certainty.
"Do you think we'd believe such nonsense?"
"Your Lu family's patriarch, Lu Jin, was a true fellow disciple with that person back then! Among the second-generation disciples, besides himself, he was the most exceptionally talented!" His voice carried a fervent reminiscence of past glories, then turned to sharp questioning, "That unparalleled method, wouldn't it have been passed on to him? Lu Jin received such a blessing, wouldn't he leave it to his bloodline descendants? You're kidding me!"
Madam Lu's breathing grew increasingly labored, yet she still struggled to retort, her voice filled with desperate insistence: "The Lu family rules—don't you know them? What you learn outside—is strictly forbidden—to be passed on to the clan! This is an ironclad rule!"
"Oh? Ironclad rule?" The short man drawled, his sarcasm deepening. "Then I'd like to ask, how did that kid named Lu Lin manage to legitimately become a disciple of the Three Truths Sect? Hmm?"
He leaned down, close to Lu Linglong's ear, his warm breath brushing against her cheek, but his voice was as cold as a viper's hiss: "If you ask me, your Lu family's rules are nothing but a facade for outsiders! They're a magic method that leads directly to immortality, a true ascension to heaven! The greatest temptation in the world! If it were you, could you resist? Are all of you in the Lu family saints, immune to temptation? Haha, if that were truly the case, then the Lu family should have claimed every single saint's tablet in the world!"
"Mom—what are you talking about?" Lu Linglong trembled all over, not because of the pain, but because this sudden, completely unfamiliar world had abruptly torn apart the facade of her life.
Cousin Lu Lin? The Three Truths Method? Ascension? Immortal Arts? Each word struck her past eighteen years of understanding like a hammer blow, shattering her once clear picture of the world. She had always thought of herself as just a slightly smarter, ordinary girl with a gentle but somewhat strict single mother, living a peaceful but somewhat monotonous life, her biggest goal being nothing more than getting into her ideal university—but now, all of this seemed like a laughable illusion.
"Linglong—don't listen to him—later—Mom will definitely—explain it to you clearly!" Mother Lu was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice became weaker and weaker.
"Stop pretending!" The short man completely lost his patience, his eyes flashing with malice. He grabbed Lu Linglong's hair, no longer uttering any more words, his arm muscles bulging, and mercilessly slammed her head down onto the ground!
"No—!" Lu's mother cried out in despair.
Lu Linglong felt an irresistible force surge through her, her gaze rapidly pressing against the ground. The seemingly damp and soft mud suddenly hardened upon impact!
"Thump!"
A dull thud. A sharp pain exploded in his forehead, then rapidly spread throughout his brain; his vision was instantly engulfed in darkness, followed by a crimson blur. Warm liquid trickled down his brow bone and bridge of his nose, the strong smell of rust filling his nostrils. Consciousness trembled violently and dissipated in the excruciating pain, almost leaving his body.
Just as her consciousness was fading and her vision was obscured by blood and darkness, a strange change quietly occurred in the soil just an inch below the point of impact on her forehead.
A faint, pure golden halo pierced through the dark earth, quietly illuminating the scene. The light source was a round bead, the size of a pigeon's egg, its surface as clear and lustrous as the finest amber. It had been buried there for countless years, its surface shimmering with a warm glow. Within the bead, a miniature world seemed to exist, where a simple, ancient-looking armor plate floated silently, neither jade nor gold. On the plate, three magatama patterns intertwined, embracing a circle. At the center of this circle, a vibrant crimson dot seemed to contain a drop of blood that would never congeal.
The blood gushing from Lu Linglong's wound on her forehead soaked the surface soil, gathered into beads, and, unable to bear the weight, quietly dripped down.
pat.
That drop of crimson blood, just enough to slip through a tiny crack in the soil, dripped precisely onto the surface of the amber bead.
"Crack—"
A faint, almost imperceptible cracking sound rang out. Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the bead, and then, like an ice crystal in the sunlight, the entire bead shattered and dissipated silently, turning into countless tiny golden specks of light that slowly sank into the soil like fireflies and disappeared. Meanwhile, the drop of blood, undeterred, landed precisely on the crimson dot in the very center of the armor plate.
Buzz—
An invisible and intangible yet indescribably vast and powerful energy suddenly spread out from the armor plate! It was neither sound nor light, yet it caused the soil nearby to tremble slightly and created ripples in the surrounding air that were barely perceptible to the naked eye. It was as if some ancient consciousness, dormant for a long time, had been awakened at this moment by a specific key and slowly opened its eyes.
The short man was oblivious to this. He stomped heavily on Lu Linglong's back as she gasped for breath, pinning her firmly to the cold mud. Looking down at the blood-soaked, dying girl beneath him, his voice was devoid of warmth, filled only with naked threat and cruelty: "Speak. Recite your cultivation method to me, word by word, clearly and distinctly."
Lu Linglong felt as if the whole world was spinning and buzzing. Waves of excruciating pain shot through her brow bone, blood blurred her right eye, and her left eye was also completely blinded. The violent impact had left her brain like a jumbled mess, making thinking extremely difficult; only endless pain and chilling fear remained crystal clear.
She could feel the warm blood still flowing out, mixed with the earthy smell, sticking to her face.
Deep within the soil beneath her, the blood-soaked armor plate was emitting a faint, increasingly clear glow.
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