After a while, Lu Shuiwen sighed and said
"I don't want to be like this, but after thinking about it, the winning rate is almost zero. Even if His Highness the Prince has immortality, it is still your own. We, the direct descendants, will still disappear in the end."
Shen Feng suddenly laughed at this moment
"Uncle Lu, if you think you will lose, then I will give you a reason to win."
After he finished speaking, he placed a ban on the entire room so that no one else could hear him.
Lu Yuntian had been standing outside the door for two hours. He looked into the room from time to time, but he saw nothing. But just when he wanted to take a closer look, Lu Shuiwen staggered out.
When Lu Yuntian saw it, he quickly supported Lu Shuiwen and asked eagerly
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Did His Highness hurt you?"
However, he quickly realized that he had said the wrong thing, because Shen Feng was only at the third level of cultivation at this time, and it was impossible to injure the eighth level Lu Shui pattern.
Lu Shuiwen rolled his eyes at Lu Yuntian, and then said with a trembling voice
"The direct line is about to rise. There is hope for my direct line. Yuntian, you must serve His Highness the Prince at all times. Even if he wants your life, don't refuse."
Lu Yuntian was stunned after hearing this. He really didn't understand how his grandfather and Shen Feng were talking to each other. They just said such words.
Lu Shuiwen saw that Lu Yuntian didn't reply, so he shouted angrily
"Did you hear that?"
Lu Yuntian woke up from his doubts when he shouted like this, and he quickly nodded to show that he understood.
Then Lu Shuiwen said
"Hel me back, I'm so excited that I can't walk now."
Lu Yuntian was in confusion all the way because he really couldn't figure out why his grandfather was like this, but he also figured out that there was no need for a reason, he just needed to obey and do as he was told.
Three weeks have passed immediately. During this period, the entire Lu family was calm, like the calm before the storm. The entire Lu family was in a state of depression, and they were all preparing for the war.
However, compared to the nervousness of the Lu family members, Shen Feng seemed very relaxed. His only expectation now was the outbreak of the war, because he vaguely felt that after the war, he would gain something.
Another month passed in this tense atmosphere. Lu Shuiwen came to Shen Feng. He just said simply
"Ready."
Shen Feng nodded and answered simply
"Begin execution."
Lu Shuiwen immediately became energetic after hearing these words. He loudly agreed and retreated.
The next day, when Lu Minghao was taking a bath, a branch boy with sparse hair ran over in a panic, clasped his fists and said
"Reporting to the young master, there is currently an incident involving a disciple who is directly related to the first line of cultivation and is looking for trouble. What should we do?"
Lu Minghao waved his hand and said casually
"It's just a fight between the first-level disciples. Don't pay attention to it. Just find some second-level disciples to teach you a lesson."
At this time, Lu Lanqing on the side also said:
"If a fight breaks out at this time, I'm afraid there might be something wrong inside, or else..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Minghao interrupted directly.
"Mr. Lu, you are overthinking this. It's just a fight between some Yiwen disciples. Don't take it seriously. Besides, my father is about to be released from prison. If anything really happens, it will only happen at the touch of a finger from my father."
Lu Lanqing was about to say something, but then he thought about it and realized that what Lu Minghao said made sense, so he didn't take it to heart.
Just like this, another week passed. Lu Minghao was sitting on a chair enjoying a massage from a beautiful woman. At this time, another young man with thin hair ran up and spoke.
"Reporting to the young master, at that time, my subordinates sent the second-line disciples to avenge the first-line disciples, but they all returned injured."
Lu Minghao still didn't care about this, he said impatiently
"Don't you want to send three disciples to go? Do you still need my teaching on this matter?"
Lu Lanqing on the side suddenly said:
"Young Master, I'm afraid this matter is not that simple. There were some frictions in the clan before, but generally we have the upper hand. But now you see, the direct lineage is about to rise."
After Lu Minghao heard what he said, he said coldly
"Mr. Lu, are you scared out of your wits by them? You are trying to make other people's ambitions destroy your own prestige. Okay, let's just leave it like this. They can't make any waves."
Lu Lanqing frowned at the side, but since Lu Minghao had already spoken, he couldn't say anything else.
In this way, the friction between the direct line and the branches continues. From the original friction that happened once a week, now there will be some friction basically every three days, and the direct line members are the ones who cause trouble every time.
As the friction escalated, it turned out that only members of the tribe were injured, and eventually news of deaths began to spread. However, after all, it was only low-level monks who died, so Lu Minghao still did not pay attention.
A month passed like this, and Lu Minghao received casualty reports from his subordinates every day. He finally got impatient, so he directly ordered all monks with six lines and above to gather to find trouble for the direct lineage.
Soon, in less than half a stick of incense, the monks with cultivation levels above six lines gathered here. There were fifteen monks in total.
But at this moment, Lu Lanqing stood up again and said
"Young Master, if we go here at this time, there must be fraud. We must not act on impulse."
Lu Minghao frowned and said coldly
"Mr. Lu, you asked me to pay attention to them before. Now that I have noticed them, I want to destroy their prestige. Why do you want to stop me now? You sincerely want to get along with me, don't you?"
He almost roared out the last sentence, but Lu Lanqing was immediately speechless. He could only sigh and pray that he was just overthinking.
In this way, under the leadership of Lu Minghao, the branch group came to the direct clan members in an aggressive manner.
As soon as they entered the territory of the direct clan members, Lu Shuiwen appeared directly. He flew a six-marked monk directly, and the six-marked monk fell to the ground and fell unconscious.
Lu Minghao was stunned by this unreasonable operation. He came here originally thinking that there would be strength in numbers, and then he would have a confrontation with his direct descendants. In the end, it didn't work, so both parties could only leave in anger.
Lu Shuiwen injured one of their disciples as soon as he came up, which made Lu Minghao so angry that he roared
"You Lu Shuiwen, how dare you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Shuiwen slapped him again, with a snap that immediately stunned the branch disciples, while Lu Minghao's body was frozen there for more than ten breaths.
