Spiritual And Martial Conqueror

"Uncle Nan." Lu Shaoyou turned around and looked. But Uncle Nan had already disappeared.    

"What are you looking at?" Lu Wushuang asked Lu Shaoyou curiously.    

"Nothing." Lu Shaoyou said, "Wushuang, what is the competition in the family today?"    

Did you change your mind?" Lu Wushuang smiled and said," Today, the family will take the test first. Those who have reached the Warrior Level and above can participate in the competition. The two who won in the end will represent the Lu family to the Qingyun Town to compete with the major families. As for the other younger generation members of the family, they will be the ones with the better talent. They will be left behind to be nurtured in the clan."    

Lu Shaoyou replied softly. At this time, they had already arrived in front of a spacious courtyard. Along the way, there were servants who would nod their heads when they saw Lu Shaoyou. Their gazes and expressions were completely different from before.    

"We have arrived." Lu Wushuang said to Lu Shaoyou.    

"The ancestral hall of Lu family." Lu Shaoyou stared at the four large green words outside the courtyard. The words were thick and powerful, and it didn't seem like they were written by an ordinary person. He was a little curious.    

"Miss Wushuang." Outside the courtyard, two servants bowed respectfully and looked curiously at Lu Shaoyou.    

"Shaoyou, let's go in." Lu Wushuang said to Lu Shaoyou.    

Lu Shaoyou followed Lu Wushuang into the ancestral hall. In front of the ancestral hall, there was a wide courtyard. Over a hundred people had already arrived at the courtyard. Lu Shaoyou looked over and found that these hundred people were all direct disciples and branch disciples of Lu family. They were all of the younger generation.    

Lu Shaoyou immediately noticed Lu Shaohu, Zhou Haiming, and the others who were surrounded by a group of people. Lu Shaoyou's expression remained unchanged.    

Everyone's expression changed when they saw Lu Wushuang and Lu Shaoyou. The disciples of Lu family were naturally very familiar with Lu Shaoyou. Lu Shaoyou's identity had always been a joke to them.    

"Why is he here?"    

"He isn't a disciple of the Lu family. Isn't he not allowed to enter the ancestral hall?"    

"I heard that Lu Shaoyou is now a Martial Artist, and he has the strength of a Warrior Level. I think that's why he can enter the ancestral hall. The patriarch might want to keep him in our family."    

"He's a Martial Warrior, and his talent is pretty good. When Miss Wushuang was 16 years old, she was only a Martial Warrior. She is now a disciple of Cloud Sun Sect."    

"What do you know? This time, Lu Shaohu and Zhou Haiming were both at the Warrior Level. Lu Mei and Lu Shaoxiong were almost at the Warrior Level."    

"It's better to be a direct disciple. We, the disciples of the branch, have lost from the very beginning."    

Some of them had already started discussing amongst themselves. Everyone in the Lu family knew about Lu Shaoyou's recent advancement to the Martial Artist.    

"He's in the ancestral hall. It's best for those who aren't from the Lu family to leave. Not everyone can be here. " A mocking voice was heard. It was Lu Shaohu who spoke.    

Lu Shaoyou's expression darkened slightly. Lu Shaohu was naturally referring to Lu Shaoyou. Lu Shaohu's morality was just as bad as his mother's. From his memory, Lu Shaoyou knew that Lu Shaohu always bullied the original Lu Shaoyou.    

"Lu Shaoyou, I'm talking about you. Why did you come to the ancestral hall?" Zhou Haiming mocked. Last time in the backyard, Zhou Haiming's limelight was stolen by Lu Shaoyou. He had always remembered this incident, and he had always held a grudge in his heart.    

"Then what are you doing here? When did the Zhou family become the Lu family?" Lu Shaoyou smiled faintly. If it wasn't for his mother asking him to come to the ancestral hall of the Lu family... He really didn't want to come. In Lu Shaoyou's memory, Zhou Haiming wasn't a kind person. Even his aunt and uncle were the same. He didn't need to be polite.    

"You!" Zhou Haiming immediately became angry and said coldly, "I won't lower myself to your level."    

"Zhou Haiming, that's enough. It was my father who asked Shaoyou to come here. What right do you have to say something like that?" Lu Wushuang scolded him.    

Zhou Haiming was furious, but he didn't dare to say anything in front of Lu Wushuang. He glared at Lu Shaoyou.    

"Wushuang, big uncle doesn't have the right to let him come. He isn't from the Lu family." Lu Shaohu looked at Lu Shaoyou and said.    

"Lu Shaohu, this is what grandpa meant. If you are not convinced, just tell grandpa." Lu Wushuang said.    

When Lu Shaohu heard Lu Wushuang's words, his expression changed slightly, and he didn't say anything else. The old patriarch of Lu family was the person with the highest status in Lu family. No one would dare to cause trouble for him.    

"Wushuang, why are you here just now?" In the crowd, Lu Mei, who was wearing a brocade robe, walked to Lu Wushuang's side. Although she was young, she already had a charming aura and a sexy figure.    

Lu Mei came to Lu Wushuang's side and looked at Lu Shaoyou. In her eyes, there was no longer the look of contempt she usually had when she looked at Lu Shaoyou. There was more meaning in her eyes.    

Lu Shaoyou gave Lu Mei a slight glance. From the look in her eyes, she should be a scheming woman. At such a young age, what was the point of growing up? It was better for him to stay away from her.    

"It's not too late for you to come now." Lu Wushuang said.    

"They are here. Look. "    

There was a slight commotion in the crowd. At that moment, several figures walked in from outside the courtyard. The person at the front had a heroic spirit and was wearing a long robe. Lu Shaoyou knew him. He was the eldest brother of the Lu family, Lu Dong.    

Next to Lu Dong was a middle-aged woman in plain clothes. She was Lu Dong's wife, Huang. She was Lu Wushuang's adoptive mother.    

Besides that, on Lu Dong's left was a middle-aged man dressed in a blue outfit. His appearance was somewhat similar to Lu Dong's. His gaze was sharp. He was Lu Shaoyou's fourth uncle, and his name was Lu Xi. The woman next to him was his wife, Mrs. Chen.    

As for the last middle-aged woman, she was Lu Shaoyou's second aunt. She combed her hair into a bun and wiped some rouge on her face. She was Lu Shaoyou's second aunt, Lu Nan.    

There were a total of five people from the Lu family. They were Lu Dong, Lu Nan, Lu Zhong, Lu Xi and Lu Bei. Lu Shaoyou's father was the third brother, Lu Zhong.    

At this moment, Lu Nan's husband, Zhou Lixing, was looking at everyone. Lu Shaoyou's expression changed slightly. Zhao Hui was dressed in a fine robe and had an arrogant look on her face as she glared at Lu Shaoyou.    

Lu Shaoyou pondered in his heart. This Zhao Hui probably wouldn't let him enter the ancestral hall. But she did not say anything at this time.    

Among the people of Lu family, Lu Shaoyou didn't see his so-called father or Lu Bei. Besides these people, Lu Shaoyou also knew a few elders from the Lu family. Their status in the Lu family wasn't low either. They were considered elders of the Lu family. Some important matters in the Lu family required the elders to make a decision.    

When Lu Dong and the others arrived, none of them dared to make a sound. They just stood there quietly.    

"Come in, all of you." Lu Dong gazed at everyone present. His eyes paused on Lu Shaoyou for a moment, then he said to everyone.    

Everyone followed Lu Dong and the others into the ancestral hall. Lu Shaoyou was the last one to enter the hall.    

This ancestral hall was bigger than Lu Shaoyou had imagined. It was big enough to accommodate everyone. There was a row of memorial tablets in the center of the ancestral hall. The names of the ancestors of Lu family were written on it.    

Lu Shaoyou sized it up a little, but he wasn't very interested in it. There were over a hundred hassocks in the ancestral hall. Everyone was standing in a row. The direct disciples were at the front while the secondary disciples were at the back.