Level Up in Martial World

"I underestimated the value of the inheritance cave," he muttered to himself. Initially, he had thought that although it was rare, the world was such a vast place, how could it be that only in his small town, if compared to the entire world?

However, now Lu Zhen knew that this was one of the most important things that could lead to a rise of a family. From how Ancestor Lu and Fang Yin talked about it, there might be something that is beneficial even to first-stage martial artists and help them break through.

He felt the rough map of the entire place as he tightened his fist.

"If you are alive, I will save you, Jiang Xue." Lu Zhen didn't like to owe favors to anyone. Although he wasn't a man of his word because the world was never fair and gave justice to anyone, the only way to get your justice was to stand for yourself.

But owing favours was a different thing; his heart won't rest until he pays Jiang Xue of equal value. After all, Lu Zhen was still a youth, even with both his ages combined.

"Let's go now, Lu Zhen," Fang Yin caught the collar of Lu Zhen.

Boom!

They took flight, travelling in an ear-piercing sound as the g-force was at a terrifying level. However, there was nothing for both Lu Zhen and Fang Yin, while Lu Ming also followed.

"So where do we go?"

Lu Zhen nodded his head, feeling the cold air blowing his body as he patiently guided them, sensing the location of Jiang Xue.

….

Twenty men and women were rapidly running in the forest, while one of the men had a woman tightly bound in his arms.

Everyone was in different clothes; however, there was a peculiar flaming tiger embodied in everyone's dress.

"Senior Brother Mao, why are you carrying such a woman? She is unworthy of you," Shang Luo gritted her teeth as she looked at the woman with a heated gaze.

"What are you talking about, Sister Luo? She is very important to the mission that we have got from the elder, although he took off to do an important task. It is our mission to carry her safely back to her sect, or you know the consequences of not doing so," Liao Mao said with a cold expression on his face as he looked at her.

A shiver ran down her spine as she nodded her head.

"Yes, Senior Brother Mao, I was too presumptuous," she nodded her head with a terrified expression.

A small smile graced Liao Mao's face as he nodded as well.

While Jiang Xue, who was on his shoulder, had a despairing expression. "I am nothing more than a bug in front of power." Her expression was that of a depressed individual who had suffered bullying for years, a miserable expression.

No matter how many times she wanted to forget, her family exploded one by one like bugs, no matter how she begged and what she did, her father, ancestor, brothers, sisters, and even her maid all died.

Although she didn't have a good relationship with her father and many others, that didn't mean she wouldn't despair upon their death. After all, she grew up with them.

Sometimes, family love knows no bounds—the kinship of people not bound by bloodline or any facade but formed where they grow up together. Naturally People will form a strange bond, no matter how much they love or hate each other.

Although it might not be applicable in some cases, it still mattered.

Jiang Xue had already lost hope in herself; she was nothing more than a servant without power, a puppet who would be controlled unless she could gain absolute power.

"Good then let's…" Liao Mao suddenly felt a terrifying aura that made him shiver.

Splash!

The junior brother beside him was cleanly cut in half, blood splattering on his body and painting the entire surroundings red.

The group fell into stunned silence, as if not believing what they saw with their eyes.

Liao Mao was the first to recover. His eyes widened with horror as he hurriedly said, "Form a formation."

On survival instinct, all of them took their positions and brought out papers, burning them.

A thin shield formed, covering them like a dome.

"Show yourself, you coward," Liao Mao said as he quickly recovered from his junior brother's death. How many deaths had he seen to reach his level? There was no way he was a weak-hearted person; however, the sudden gruesome death still caused him to momentarily flinch.

"Oh, who are you calling a coward?" a deep, devilish voice echoed from all directions as a youth with long black hair and devilish crimson eyes revealed himself.

He was rather bulky and tall, and even through his baggy black robes, the faint contours of his muscles gave one a sense of oppression. His skin was as smooth as jade, as if he were a newly born baby untouched by mortal dust.

"You are…" Liao Mao narrowed his eyes as he looked at the youth before him.

"Senior brother, his bone age should be around 20." a person rolled a dice as he closed his eyes before looking at Lu Zhen with horror.

"What more did you see?" Liao Mao frowned, as he had never seen this junior brother of his with terrified eyes, not even when facing his master, the elder.

"This… this…" the man's eyes started to bleed as he collapsed on the ground, clutching his head.

Ahhh!

Liao Mao frowned when he saw this. "Something is wrong. We should deal with this kid and leave quickly."

He had one thing confirmed: the kid was around the age of 20. This meant that the threat was from somewhere else. At least, his pride wouldn't allow a kid younger than him to step over his head, and he refused to believe that this guy could be the danger because of his pride as a martial artist.