Because this Luban Shu was too malevolent, any cultivator who practiced it was bound to suffer from five curses and three deficiencies.
For over three hundred years, there had been no news of any descendants of Luban appearing in the martial world.
It was thought that his lineage had died out, but unexpectedly, he had run into one himself.
No, to be precise, it was someone with a grudge against his grandfather who had sought him out.
Yu Daohen immediately cupped his hands in a bow and said, "If you know my grandfather, then I naturally must address you as an elder. How about you release my brother's soul first? Your grievances with my grandfather can be settled between yourselves after I call him. What do you say?"
The figure let out a cold哼, sneering, "Release him? It's not that easy."
As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Yu Daohen's face vanished. He said darkly, "Senior, you're not planning to release him?"
"You brat, are you threatening me?" The person stared intently at Yu Daohen.
Their eyes met, and Yu Daohen immediately moved, drawing the Kanglong Rod from his waist and slashing it out.
The person did not make a move, but all the wooden figures around him simultaneously rose and attacked.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen immediately retracted his rod and swung it at another wooden figure.
The wooden figure, enduring the terrifying blow of the rod, instantly shattered.
Without a word, Yu Daohen swung his rod again.
The wooden figures that got close were all smashed to pieces.
The person frowned upon seeing this.
This old scoundrel's grandson was truly formidable. He immediately lifted his foot, stomped on the ground, and attacked with a palm strike.
Yu Daohen stepped forward, channeling the Tianqian Palm to meet the attack.
Bang!
They exchanged a palm strike. Yu Daohen remained rooted to the spot, while the other person was forced back several steps, almost falling.
With just this palm strike, Yu Daohen gauged the opponent's strength.
His skill was decent, but inferior to his own.
However, the true terror of the Luban Shu lay not in brute force, but in cunning strategy.
Controlling the wooden figures to continuously suppress the opponent, winning through sheer numbers.
The person stabilized himself, his face turning ashen, and remained silent.
Indeed, he couldn't confront him head-on; he could only rely on strategy.
Although he was no match in a direct confrontation, this brat couldn't stop him if he wanted to escape.
Yu Daohen stared at the person, killing intent flashing in his eyes, and said coldly, "Senior, I'll say this only once. Hand over my brother's soul. If you wish to escape, I might not be able to stop you, but you know my character – I repay every grievance. If you don't hand over my brother's soul today, I will raze your Luban family to the ground!"
Upon hearing this, the person burst into laughter, "You brat, do you really think I can't do anything to you with that kind of talk?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the person waved his hand.
All the surrounding wooden figures entered self-destruct mode.
Yu Daohen glanced at the wooden figures around him, which could explode at any moment, and then looked at the person, scoffing, "Senior, are you planning to drag us both down?"
The person chuckled lightly, sneering, "Your grandfather lost his son early in life. To have to send his son off in his old age, he must be very sad."
Yu Daohen glanced at the surrounding wooden figures again.
He didn't know how powerful these wooden figures' self-destruction would be.
But seeing how confident the guy was, it shouldn't be weak. He wondered if the Shuikanjing could withstand it.
But regardless of whether it could withstand it, he would never back down.
He, who could withstand the self-destruction of immortals, truly didn't believe this old geezer could blow him to death.
Yu Daohen snorted coldly, not showing fear, "My grandfather is certainly sad, but given his temper, he would surely slaughter everyone in your Luban family, not leaving a single dog behind!"
The person fell silent.
He knew Yu Shuntian's temper all too well.
Let alone slaughtering the entire clan, even just threatening them was enough. But he was truly capable of doing it.
Seeing that the other party was wavering, Yu Daohen cupped his hands in a bow and said respectfully, "Senior, whatever grudges you have with my grandfather, I apologize on his behalf. But my brother has nothing to do with this matter. Please release him."
With these words, Yu Daohen had shown considerable deference.
If a fight were to truly break out, as long as he could withstand the explosion, he would surely take this fellow's head.
To be precise, the initiative was with him, not the other party.
Yu Daohen watched the person, who had stopped speaking.
The steps had been offered.
Whether to descend them was now his choice.
Daohen had already discerned that this fellow likely didn't have a deep-seated hatred for his grandfather.
Otherwise, after nearly fifty years, he wouldn't have come seeking revenge.
Moreover, he hadn't heard his grandfather mention this enemy before.
He was likely an insignificant minor character.
The person remained silent, seemingly struggling with whether to go for mutual destruction.
However, Yu Daohen's lips curled upwards; he was certain this fellow wouldn't dare to go for mutual destruction.
The moment he hesitated, he had already lost.
As for why he was reluctant to let go, it was merely his damned pride at play.
This was actually quite understandable. It was like if you were a forty-year-old worker with a wife and children, working nine to five, and I was a handsome, wealthy eighteen-year-old young man.
If I slapped you twice and then told you to let it go, could you tolerate that?
If you endured it, then everyone would be at peace.
If you couldn't endure it, and you died, what would happen to your wife and children?
The person clenched his fists, his face ashen.
He had never imagined that he would be pushed to this point by a junior.
Yu Daohen did not rush him, allowing him to think.
The outcome was already decided; no matter how he struggled, it would be in vain.
After hesitating for a long time, the person let out a sigh and took out a wooden bottle, tossing it over.
Yu Daohen caught the bottle, opened it, and confirmed that Da Hu's soul was inside before bidding farewell, "Junior will take his leave now."
Watching Yu Daohen depart, the person slowly relaxed his clenched fists and murmured.
"Alas."
He did indeed have some past grievances with Yu Shuntian, but not to the extent of gambling his entire clan's lives.
What made him unwilling to accept it was.
He couldn't defeat Yu Shuntian back then, nor could he defeat his son Yu Wei thirty years later, and now he couldn't even defeat his grandson Yu Daohen.
It was as if three generations of a family, each generation had fought, but each generation lost.
He heard that the brat also had a daughter. Would he not even be able to defeat that young girl who was not yet twelve years old?
He shook his head self-mockingly.
But little did he know, he might actually not be able to defeat her.
Even her father, Yu Daohen, couldn't fathom the little girl's true strength.
Yu Daohen had intended to take out his phone and call his grandfather to ask about his past grievances with that fellow.
But after thinking about it, he decided against it. He would find an opportunity to ask later when he was on the train.
He figured the other party wouldn't dare to make a move again.
This time, he might not have to act, but if there was a next time... heh heh... he would cut him down!
He arrived at the carriage where the four of them were.
Yu Yijun saw her father return and happily asked, "Daddy, did you get Uncle Da Hu's soul back?"
Yu Daohen grinned and made an exaggerated gesture, like a smug, crooked-mouthed warrior from a web novel, saying, "Your dad made a move, of course it was a sure thing, easily handled."
Looking at Yu Daohen's exaggerated performance, and his handsome face contorted into that infuriating expression, Liu Feng was filled with disdain.