A rare magical miracle in the world

"Just a little trick."

Bailuo: "Your secret techniques are indeed extraordinary among mortals, but to be honest, in the eyes of the Child of Miracle, they are nothing special."

’No no no.’

Bailuo thought to himself: ’If mortals can develop such powerful moves, how can becoming a Child of Miracle possibly be weak! You just lack the opportunity, just a chance!’

The prowess of the Lu Wei Family had long been beyond doubt in Bailuo’s mind.

But the task of the Black Leather Book was still incomplete, and Bailuo was well aware that the breakthrough would have to be the elder before him if he was to genuinely impress the Lu Wei Family.

"Zzzzzz!"

A pale blue light illuminated the beach under the cloudy skies, as Bailuo and Old Luwei confronted each other, with Rakshasa suddenly leaping out from behind Bailuo.

The person who had been overlooked all this time, now was his moment to make a contribution!

[Ancestral Blood Pact · Master of the Nation]

"Ding!"

The blade returned to its scabbard, drew, and slashed in one fluid motion. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Hisss."

A piece of fabric tore off, fluttering into the air amid the damp wind, as Bailuo lifted his left wrist to find his sleeve had been shortened.

"Oh?"

Bailuo looked at the young man slowly getting up and waved his sleeve with a slight upturn of his mouth: "We’ve fought for so long, and this is the first time someone has managed to do such a thing. Annoying as you are, you’ve done well."

"Thank you for your praise..."

"Hmm?"

The indifferent expression on Rakshasa’s face froze for a moment, before he suddenly collapsed.

"Puff!!!"

A large amount of blood suddenly spurted from Rakshasa’s shoulder, staining the sand red.

"Ra..."

"Rakshasa, what’s wrong with you?"

"When did it happen?!"

"Thump!"

Rakshasa fell to the ground, his face twisted in pain: "My shoulder blade has been cut through, how is that possible..."

"Secret Technique."

Bailuo, imitating the Luwei Family’s manner, laughed: "Sheathless Draw · Slashing Rakshasa."

"Cough cough cough."

Rakshasa coughed violently, but then laughed heartily: "My honor, to die by a blade named after me, it’s a supreme privilege!!"

"If it makes you happy."

At this point, Bailuo had no desire to keep up his aloof façade.

The Lu Wei Family had been severely weakened, with only Old Luwei remaining, one of the most challenging foes in the battle.

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Level: Middle Tier

Category: Miracle Clan

Faction: Dawn and Dusk

Task Completion: 99%

Last Hint: In front of the children, defeat the decrepit old house that shelters them from the storm, for no matter the outside turmoil, a hero must stride forward boldly!

’To subdue this Miracle would be a miracle in itself.’

Bailuo did not know how to subdue it, Uncle had provided a multitude of plans, each choice inherently a gamble.

Like Bailuo’s sneak attack on the Ghost Princess, bringing down this big sister who alone could rival Old Luwei.

That in itself carried a great risk.

However, it now seemed likely that the so-called heartfelt submission mentioned in the Black Leather Book might not come from the Luwei siblings themselves, but rather from Old Luwei.

Only by defeating Old Luwei fair and square could he truly convince the children to submit willingly!

"Having fought against you for so long, to tell you the truth," Bailuo: "I’m impressed."

"Here, I must apologize to you."

Upon hearing the word ’apology,’ the Lu Wei Family thought Bailuo was about to mock them again.

They braced for scorn, but instead of ridicule, they received a sincere apology: "I did this to complete the Miracle Ceremony."

Miracle allows no deceit.

Bailuo did not want to tell them at the end that he fought them for the Miracle, that he wanted to subdue them for it.

"You are not mere mortals, but the Miracle Entity, the Miracle Clan!"

Bailuo: "I have discovered the way to your Awakening, for this, I purposely suppressed my Miracle Power to battle you."

"..."

"I can tell you, if any of you had truly touched me," Bailuo: "Congratulations, the Miracle Ceremony would have utterly failed, and for the rest of your lives, you would have had no second chance at an Awakening to become Miracle!"

"This!"

Yaksha: "That was close."

Yaksha breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as she finished speaking, Asura rebuked her: "Foolish girl, what does it matter if we can’t become Miracle, if we don’t give it our all, even as Miracle, we would still be the weakest among them!"

Even if they had known beforehand that this was a test, aware of the costs of touching Bailuo, Asura would have fought with all his might against Bailuo without hesitation.

"It is not becoming a Miracle that defines honor."

Yellow Spring said, "We fight for honor, not for miracles, without miracles!"

"So, you really didn’t use the power of miracles?"

Rakshasa lay on the ground, speechless, "This is too sick, isn’t it? Boss, can I call you boss?"

"You can."

Bailuo no longer showed a displeased expression, but instead smiled, "I take back what I said before, you are all strong. It’s not just retainers we’re talking about here, as long as you can convince everyone else, becoming a family elder is not impossible."

Family elder, a term only used in Sakura Country, meaning a senior official in the family or nation.

"Family elder..."

Rakshasa quipped, "Even if you grant us the position of family elder now, it won’t change the fact that we hold the controlling interest, and if we are not convinced, you might lose a miracle, you know!"

"Joking about your future, that’s unparalleled."

Bailuo knew Rakshasa was joking, "You’re quite the player, kid."

By losing the miracle, it meant the Luwei Family also lost the chance to become a miracle. Are you a young rascal who harms others without benefiting yourself?

"Old man."

Bailuo looked at Old Luwei, the last one standing, "Give me an answer."

"Knowing all this was just a test, can you still bring out your true skills to fight me?"

All along, Bailuo had been following the instructions of the Black Leather Book in search of miracles.

However, many times, Bailuo’s own considerations and decisions were also important reasons for activating miracles and making miracle contracts.

Like with Pegasus Sherri, Bailuo had never dared to let her go and had done his utmost.

This time was no different, Bailuo studied carefully and tried boldly.

Finally, he arrived at the last link—Old Luwei!

"Miracle Clan?"

"Seems like a very rare Miracle Entity," Old Luwei said, "I never expected that the Luwei Family would have the honor of being favored by a miracle."

"And your response?"

Bailuo asked, "Fight, or not fight?"

"To me, the old man, there isn’t much difference between the two."

Old Luwei lifted his blade and assumed a fighting stance, "Because the old man knew early on that you were playacting."

"So as soon as the old man drew his sword, there was only one goal in my mind," Old Luwei, focusing on Bailuo, said, "And that is to cut you down!"

"You can’t touch me."

"Is that so?"

Old Luwei’s words made the hearts of everyone in the Luwei Family jump to their throats, "But what if you, the Master of Miracles, were to be decapitated by me?"

"!!!!"

Bailuo’s brow furrowed slightly, while his senior sister standing behind him suddenly scolded, "How audacious!"

"If you dare disrespect him," his senior sister said, "I will cut you down!"

"Hahahahaha."

Far from intimidating Old Luwei, his senior sister’s words only excited him further, "Yes! That’s more like it! This is the kind of desire to hunt that I want!"

"My blade will touch you!"

Old Luwei, "My goal, my answer, what do you think about it?"

"And what if it doesn’t touch?"

"Boom!"

Thunder struck, rain drifted, and amidst the raging wind, Old Luwei’s white hair got wet and messy across his face, but failed utterly to conceal the old man’s sharpness and intent to kill.

"Then, I will..."

Suddenly, Old Luwei’s eyes turned pitch black, and he moved faster than Bailuo could imagine, "Die here!"

"Ping!!"

Swords clashed, and the rain in the sky suddenly paused.

"Whoooosh!"

At that very moment, centered around the two of them, the pouring rain inexplicably stopped mid-air for everyone to see, and then...

"How is this possible!"

"The rain," exclaimed the Luwei Family, "is flowing backward?!"

[Secret Technique: Origin of Water!]

"Swoosh!"

The countless raindrops, no matter how high or low, near or far, all separated and shattered at that moment.

Blood continuously gushed out from Old Luwei, and his withered body visibly plumped up at an observable speed, entering the Asura’s Ancestral Return state.

"Grandfather!"

"Slap! Woosh!"

Old Luwei caught the Cross Longspear thrown by Yellow Spring.

Yellow Spring’s balance, Yaksha’s Divine Speed.

And that golden breath, belonging to the Ghost Princess, became ever more elusive, Rakshasa!

A single person, embodying the entire strength of the Lu Wei Clan!

"This is my Ancestral Blood Pact," said Old Luwei.

Old Luwei straightened up, his intense aura imposing a tremendous pressure on everyone present: "Long Guixiang!"