Chapter 29: Sudden Enlightenment

Yang Jun looked coldly at Lu Ming, and after a moment finally spoke.
“Unfortunately, I’ve been urgently recalled by my superiors. I have to leave tonight. Our fight will have to wait.”
Hearing this, Lu Ming opened the car door, got in, and after starting the engine, rolled down the window and said, “I advise you not to fight me. Being a warlord isn’t anything remarkable.”
With those words, Lu Ming stepped on the gas and sped away.
Yang Jun was stunned by what Lu Ming said, his youthful face momentarily blank.
After a short pause, he set his jaw, climbed into a military Humvee nearby, and roared off.
When Lu Ming returned to the general store, Huo Yutong was still sleeping, the flush on her face having faded.
Lu Ming sighed.
Tonight, at a most critical moment, he had managed to restrain himself.
Huo Yutong was not the same as Ye Qi Meiyu. Back then, Ye Qi Meiyu had come to kill him; whatever happened to her, Lu Ming felt no guilt—she was the enemy.
But Huo Yutong was different. She’d been drugged and came to him for help. If he had taken advantage of her vulnerability, how would he be any different from that fat man?
If he wanted a woman, it had to be of her own free will. Such things he disdained to do.
Sitting nearby, Lu Ming untied the scroll, held it in his hands, and used his spiritual power to sense it carefully.
He could feel within the scroll an oceanic aura, vast and surging. Moreover, this aura was spiritual power for cultivation, somewhat similar to the kind within his own body, though of a different nature.
Lu Ming gazed at the scroll thoughtfully, recalling the last words of Huang Zhen before his death.
Suddenly, Lu Ming stood up and began pacing back and forth in the room.
The Jade Sword of the Yun family, the scroll of the Huang family, and Huang Zhen’s dying words, combined with his own experiences, led him to a conjecture.
Earth had once been a place teeming with cultivators. For reasons unknown, those cultivators disappeared.
These martial arts families must be descendants of those cultivators, preserving their lineage through the generations. These relics were likely treasures left behind for their descendants.
But as time passed, perhaps Earth became increasingly unsuitable for cultivation. The items left behind by cultivators gradually vanished, and the families of cultivators evolved into the current martial arts clans.
Lu Ming reasoned through this once more and felt his deduction was sound.
However, though he had uncovered a great secret of history, it didn’t offer any immediate help.
As for the scroll, Lu Ming decided he would offer it up in sacrifice tomorrow. Right now, contributing to this great endeavor of sacrifice was what benefited him most.
He set aside the scroll, glanced at the still-sleeping Huo Yutong, and went downstairs to sleep soundly on the sofa.
At that moment, in Villa No. 1 of the Provincial Government Compound—
Yun Shengguo sat on the couch, his face dark with anger, while Mu Weizhen sat beside him, flustered and anxious.
She hadn’t done as her husband had instructed.
Mu Weizhen had always thought Lu Ming was just a fraud, and her husband was simply overreacting.
Those in the cabinet were not people a small-time general store owner like Lu Ming could possibly know.

So, she did not notify the Huang family or Yang Jun.
But when news of Huang Zhen’s defeat reached her first, and Yang Jun called to say he’d been urgently recalled to the capital, both events happening almost simultaneously, Mu Weizhen finally realized her husband’s analysis was correct. This was no coincidence. Lu Ming truly was someone with immense power; she had misjudged him.
Knowing there was no time to waste, she woke her already sleeping husband, and the two began to discuss the matter.
Although Yun Shengguo was angry, he knew that getting upset now was useless. After a long silence, he said,
“Tomorrow, have Ketian invite Mr. Lu to dinner. The two of us will apologize to him in person.”
Mu Weizhen hesitated, reluctant to bow her head to Lu Ming. But since the matter now threatened her husband’s career, she could only swallow her pride.
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and both were puzzled—
Who could be visiting at this hour?
But this was the provincial compound, heavily guarded, so they weren’t worried about any intruders.
The housekeeper had long since gone to bed, so Mu Weizhen went to answer the door herself.
“Ketian, big brother, what brings you here?”
Seeing Yun Jianye arrive, Mu Weizhen was surprised.
“Big brother, come in and sit,” Yun Shengguo greeted him.
Yun Jianye didn’t stand on ceremony and sat down on the sofa.
Yun Ketian dutifully went to make tea.
“It’s so late—what brings you here, big brother?” Yun Shengguo asked.
Yun Jianye replied slowly, “I came to bring Ketian back to you. He’s grown up now—it’s not right to keep him at my place every day.”
Yun Shengguo nodded.
“Has that matter finally come to an end?” Yun Jianye asked.
Mu Weizhen’s expression was unnatural as she replied, “What matter do you mean, big brother?”
He sighed, “What else? Don’t tell me you still haven’t seen just how unusual Lu Ming is?” Yun Jianye said meaningfully.
Yun Shengguo and Mu Weizhen both looked embarrassed.
“So, big brother, you knew about this too. Tomorrow, we’ll apologize to Mr. Lu in person,” Yun Shengguo assured him.
Yun Jianye nodded.
“It’s good you understand. A newly advanced grandmaster deserves respect no matter what. In the system, you know that once someone becomes a grandmaster, the state pays close attention—monitoring them, yes, but also letting them be a force outside the military for emergencies. And he saved your life—you ought to at least treat him to a meal.”
Yun Shengguo’s face changed. “Big brother, do you mean that bottle of Fountain Water was real?”

Yun Jianye shook his head.
“How can you both still be so confused? No matter how miraculous Ye Fengchun’s medical skills, he can’t cure cancer—otherwise, so many people wouldn’t have died.”
Mu Weizhen turned pale and exchanged a glance with Yun Shengguo.
They had been too close to the situation to see clearly, treating Lu Ming as a swindler. But now, with all these events combined and their big brother’s words, they finally understood.
Ye Fengchun’s medicine had only been taken for a day before the symptoms vanished, and he’d felt much younger. Ketian had even said that, almost at the exact time he started the medicine, he’d secretly been given the Fountain Water.
At that realization, Yun Shengguo slapped his forehead in regret, exclaiming, “How could I have been so foolish, treating my savior as my enemy?”
Mu Weizhen looked even more embarrassed. She had always been the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Now that she fully understood, she found her cheeks burning with shame.
Yun Jianye said unhurriedly, “No need to regret. Just apologize properly tomorrow. I believe a grandmaster has the magnanimity to forgive.”
Mu Weizhen quickly assured him, “Big brother, don’t worry. Tomorrow, Shengguo and I will apologize in person.”
Before, she had been reluctant, holding a grudge. Now, she was completely sincere.
He had saved her husband’s life, yet she had repeatedly tried to harm him. The thought of it made Mu Weizhen’s face burn even hotter.
Seeing their attitude, Yun Jianye nodded. “Alright, it’s late. You two should get some rest—I’m heading home to sleep.”
“Big brother, stay the night. We haven’t talked in a long time—let’s have a good chat,” Yun Shengguo tried to persuade him to stay.
But Yun Jianye shook his head. “No, I’m used to the old house. I can’t sleep anywhere else. You have things to do tomorrow, so I won’t disturb you.”
With that, Yun Jianye left.
After seeing him out, Mu Weizhen returned to the living room and remarked, “Big brother always seems to know everything. What do you think?”
Yun Shengguo laughed, “Big brother’s stories could fill three days and nights. When there’s time, I’ll tell you all about them.”
...
The next morning.
Lu Ming woke, yawned, and went upstairs, where he saw Huo Yutong lying in bed, hugging the covers and staring blankly, her brows furrowed.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Lu Ming asked.
Huo Yutong, startled to see him, blushed, shifted nervously, and stammered,
“Last night—nothing happened, right?”
Lu Ming clicked his tongue, put on an exaggerated look of longing, and said,
“If you mean last night, it was truly an extraordinary one. At a critical moment, I rescued you from the hands of a lecher in the hotel and brought you home. Grateful, you insisted on repaying me with your body and threw yourself at me. I struggled free from your clutches, rushed to South Lake, and fought a martial arts master for three hundred rounds. Victorious, I returned, and you were once again smitten with me...”
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