Chapter 104 – So, I’ve Grown This Strong?

The Overlord had never truly regarded the young maid with any seriousness. Even if she was the servant of Young Master Lu, how could someone of his stature be impeded by a mere handmaid?

Yet, when Ni Yu hurled that black pot forward, his expression changed.

That pot surged toward him like a vast black hole, as though intent on devouring him whole. It no longer seemed a pot—it was a mountain, a sky. The immense pressure caused the lake beneath his feet to boil. The white waves, once stirred by his own blood and spiritual energy, crumbled apart in an instant.

Boom!The lake erupted. Torrents surged into the air like a flood unleashed. Rain fell in sheets, cascading from the heavens.

Through the downpour, the Overlord's gaze remained piercing, locked on the pot drifting toward him. The weight pressing upon him was so great that even his hair began to lift from the force.

"Young Master Lu!"In this moment, it was no longer the maid who controlled the pot—but Lu Fan himself!

In the tower, across from Lu Fan, Lu Dongxuan felt the suffocating pressure. The very air seemed frozen, and the spiritual force that spread outwards was like a mountain crushing down upon him. He struggled even to hold the game piece in his hand, barely able to sit upright with composure.

"What terrifying pressure… Is this the true might of a cultivator?"Sweat beaded on Lu Dongxuan's forehead. At this moment, he felt a rare surge of gratitude—for welcoming the House of Destiny into Baiyu Jing might have been the wisest decision of his life.

Lu Fan propped his chin with one hand, a finger resting lightly on a chess piece poised over the board. His white robes fluttered, hair dancing in the wind.

On the lake—The pot collided with the Overlord.

He met it head-on with a fearless punch.Boom!A resonant wave rippled outward, stirring the lake's surface into turmoil. The pot floated back gently, returning to Ni Yu's hand.

But the Overlord? Half his body was submerged in the lake.

Ni Yu's mouth dropped open, eyes wide with disbelief. Her pudgy hands clutched her black pot.

"I… I'm actually this strong?"She gasped in wonder.

Am I truly this strong? And I didn't even know it?!

She swallowed hard, pulling a sugar-coated Qi Condensation Pill from her cloth pouch, tucking it under her tongue. After a moment's thought, she bit down—crunch.

Feeling invigorated, Ni Yu lifted her pot once more.

"One pot down… two more to go! Hey, big guy—ready for round two?!"

She bellowed at the Overlord, wielding her pot with both hands.

The Overlord dragged himself from the lake, a grave expression in his eyes.

On the island, Jing Yue stared in disbelief, rubbing his eyes furiously. Then, as if realizing something, he turned toward the second floor of Baiyu Jing's pavilion—and there stood Lu Fan, leaning lazily on the carved wooden railing.

Jing Yue was no fool.

The young lord was suppressing the Overlord through the handmaid!

On the lake, Lu Changkong and his troops looked on in stunned silence.

The mighty Overlord—now subdued on Beiluo Lake by a mere servant girl?

Had it been Ning Zhao or Nie Changqing, they would've understood. Those two were famed top-tier cultivators; a clash with the Overlord was well within reason. But this lazy, gluttonous maid? Using a cooking pot to suppress the Overlord? What sorcery was this?!

Mo Liuqi, slumped on the boat, stared with sparkling eyes.

The Overlord rolled his neck. Without even glancing at Ni Yu on the shore, he gazed toward the mist-shrouded pavilion above.

Faintly, a youth in white could be seen placing a chess piece on the board.

The Overlord's spirit surged.He took a step forward. The lake exploded beneath his feet.

Ni Yu's eyes widened—she threw her second pot.

On the pavilion, Lu Fan chuckled softly, resting his chin on his hand as he gracefully extracted a piece from the chess box with his index and middle finger.

Click.The piece landed on the board. The spiritual pressure climbed once more.

The Overlord was indeed formidable—especially after embracing demonic transformation. He surpassed ordinary cultivators in every aspect.

If Lu Fan relied solely on his spiritual pressure, he'd need to unleash over five hundred strands of spiritual energy to suppress him completely. However…

With Ni Yu's black pot—it was a different story.

The pot, refined through alchemical rituals and imbued with the essence of countless pills, had transformed into a spiritual artifact of formidable quality.

Thus, using the pot as a conduit for suppression was the perfect strategy.

The second pot struck. The Overlord roared low, demonic energy coiling around him. Fish in the lake trembled in panic. White waves surged like serpents.

With twisted, eerie power, the Overlord punched again.

Boom!The lake erupted. This time, only his ankle dipped into the water.

The pot rebounded, but the third one followed instantly.

Spinning furiously, it carried crushing spiritual pressure—like a mountain descending from the heavens, leaving everyone breathless.

Ni Yu popped two more pills for courage.

The Overlord howled as black demonic energy surged around him, his voice like a beast's roar.

Boom!He clashed with the pot. It remained motionless.

But the Overlord was slammed back into the lake, white spray rising high as his body sank to the bottom.

The pot glided back to Ni Yu's hand.

Boats rocked violently from the shockwaves. Lu Changkong exhaled deeply, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"Let's go," he ordered.He and his elite troops turned and departed.

Here, in Beiluo, the Overlord could no longer stir a storm.

A tranquil calm followed the storm's fury.

On the pavilion, Lu Dongxuan let out a long breath, dropping three pieces onto the board in quick succession—each one like a stone pressed onto his heart, threatening to crush him.

"Let him ascend the island," Lu Fan said lazily, stretching his arms.Suppressing the Overlord had become part of his daily routine—it was oddly satisfying.

Ni Yu slung the pot over her back, her eyes narrowing into crescents at the sound of Lu Fan's voice in her ears.

"Yessir," she replied.

Then she looked out toward the lake's swirling vortex.

With a splash, the Overlord's head emerged from the water. He climbed ashore, his massive frame soaked, water dripping from every inch.

Ni Yu looked up at the towering figure, her cheeks twitching.

"This pot of yours… is quite something," the Overlord said, wiping his face and glancing down with a smile.

Ni Yu stood before him, barely reaching his thigh. The aura she had summoned scattered like smoke. She looked slightly pitiful.

"Young Master invites you," she said softly, then turned and led the way with small, careful steps.

The Overlord smiled, eyes glinting with anticipation as he gazed toward the Baiyu Jing pavilion.

As expected—Young Master Lu had surpassed the Qi Core realm. He had come to the right place.

The Overlord swept his gaze over Beiluo Lake, inhaling deeply.He could feel the abundant spiritual energy flooding into his body.

"What a heavenly paradise…" he murmured.

He spotted Jing Yue—and quickly looked away.

Then he noticed Lu Mudui. A subtle raise of the brow—someone from the House of Destiny?

Then his eyes drifted… to the girl behind Lu Mudui, hiding shyly, a pipa slung across her back.

At that moment, the Overlord trembled.

"Ming… Mingsang?" he whispered.But a moment later, his gaze hardened. He shook his head slightly—no, not her. Though this girl resembled Mingsang, her aura was completely different.

"Uncle Lu, who is that man?"Mingyue, pipa on her back, gazed silently at the retreating figure of Xiang Shaoyun entering Baiyu Jing, her expression unreadable.

"That is Xiang Shaoyun—the Overlord of the Western Prefecture, ruler of Xiliang. A warrior unmatched, capable of facing ten thousand men alone… He is among the finest heroes of this age," Lu Mudui replied, leaning on his bamboo staff.

Mingyue's eyes sparkled, her lips repeating his words in a soft murmur, her heart stirring.

The Overlord ascended the pavilion. Upon seeing the vertical signboard, like Lu Dongxuan before him, he paused for a long time in contemplation.

Then, finally, he climbed the steps and entered.

There, he saw Lu Fan—seated in a wheelchair, robed in white, with an air of carefree elegance.

Lu Dongxuan, with his thick gold chain, grinned at the Overlord.

"Sit," Lu Fan gestured.

A meditation cushion slid smoothly into place before Xiang Shaoyun.

This… was their first meeting.