Chapter 774: Chapter 774
Li Qingyu turned around and saw a group of people and horses rushing forward at great speed. The leader of the group was a tall middle-aged man. Neighbor Wang Sihan had been frightened away by him once before. As for the guards behind these two, their sheer presence alone was above average.
"Wang Mang, the chief palace guard. I’ve heard he’s carved five inner cores, and the guards behind him are elite palace warriors!" Wang Siqi introduced Li Qingyu in a hurried tone, blocking him from speaking.
Li Xiaoyu nodded slightly, then calmly glanced at Wang Mang and Wang Sihan. But Wang Suohan seemed terrified, not daring to even look at Li Qingyu.
"Well, if possible, could we not shop for anything?"
"Speak softly, child, you..."
"Stop!" Li Qingyu interrupted Wang Mang, saying, "I understand your intentions. I will never apologize!"
"You’re acquainted with a ghost. That does no good."
"Forget about medical costs. I won’t hand over a cent."
Wang Mang was shocked. What kind of madness was this? This was more breathtaking than love at first sight.
Wang Mang took a deep breath and said, "I think you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t come to ask you to apologize to my father-in-law, nor to offer compensation..."
Wang Siqi, taken aback for a moment, then yelled and sobbed. "Come now, Blade," he mused, "Is this his new name for the future?" Finding the thought amusing.
Watching Li Qingyu and Wang Siqi really about to leave like that, Wang Mang couldn’t resist waving. Meanwhile, several guards behind him darted forward like cheetahs, encircling Li Qingyu and Wang Siqi.
"What’s the meaning of this?"
"You may leave, just as you say, but please leave him behind!" Wang Mang pointed at Blade pleadingly.
A flash of despair crossed Blade’s eyes. He seemed to see the gates of heaven slowly closing, and the abyss of hell swallowing him underfoot.
Beyond borders, Wu Xiu was immersed in cultivating the Inner Core Bone Pill Yuan. With every successful cultivation of the Inner Core Bone Pill, the inner core would gain an additional yuan, and his realm would advance correspondingly.
It is said that nine engravings are required for Dan Yuanchou before one can open the meridian wheel!
Therefore, entering the Dan Yuan Realm was akin to monkhood. The gap between the Dan Yuan Realm and the Quenching Form Realm seemed like an unbridgeable blade; for Blade, crossing it was hopeless.
Blade gritted his teeth and said, "Boss, you don’t care about me, otherwise you’d get involved."
The morning sunlight trickled through the drapes onto Su Tingchu’s face, prompting her to involuntarily close her eyes.
Last night, the fight with Liao Yizhou was intense; every move felt like dismantling and reassembling, and the pain was unbearable.
Suddenly, there was stillness—but then came a soft, delicate cry, "Ma, I’m hungry..."
Su softened with a smile, raising his hand to wipe Liao Zheng’s chubby little face. He lifted the quilt, then carried the child to the bathroom for a wash.
After washing, he carried the child out, bumping into a tall man standing before him.
This refined and elegant man wore a perfectly pressed suit and shirt, immaculate and without a single wrinkle. His heroic features became even more striking in the morning light.
Liao Yizhou walked past him without leaving a trace of warmth. He avoided the embarking woman and cast a soft gaze on Liao Zheng instead.
Liao Zheng, the son left behind by Brother Zhou, now cared for by his daughter.
The man reached out to take the child into his arms. Meanwhile, he tossed a white medicine bottle toward Su Tingchu.
He knew perfectly well what it was—divine pills.
Only when he personally witnessed it would he be satisfied.
This was Liao Yizhou’s routine.
Because he would never want a child—he didn’t love her—and yet, driven by frenzied desire without emotion, he acted recklessly.
The loyal Su unscrewed the medicine cap, swallowed two pills, forcing them down brutally.
After taking the pills, Su put the bottle back into the bag and took Liao Zheng downstairs.
Liao Yizhou went out, and workers hurried upstairs, stopping in front of him.
Su went back upstairs into the bathroom to throw up. He almost emptied his stomach.
Staring at his pale, fragile face in the mirror, he smiled bitterly. Severe allergic reactions to divine pills—Liao Yizhou didn’t care at all...
"You’re not qualified to give birth to my child!" This sentence from Liao Yizhou when they got married echoed in Su’s ears. Su naturally remembered his cold indifference: "Just take good care of Liao Zheng, that’s all!"
"First, sir," a worker detailed amidst the sound of vomiting from the bathroom, "The medicine brought to your wife... it was mistaken for the housekeeper’s vitamins. Listening intently, his expression turned even grimmer."
Upon hearing the worker’s words, the man’s face turned darker. After a pause, he chuckled to himself. "Then replace all my medications with vitamins. See if that satisfies them!"
That evening, Liao Yizhou didn’t return home for dinner due to social engagements. Su Pi cradled Liao Zheng while both ate. Then he watched the nanny put the child to bed before heading to the guest room.
Just after falling asleep, in a daze, Su felt another presence beside him. A pungent smell of alcohol—its rich aroma permeated his nose and breathing—the stifling familiarity made Su twist instinctively, waking fully from the dream.
In the pitch-dark room, visibility was poor, yet no distinction was needed. From the outset, Su knew exactly who it was.
He panicked slightly. He’d been taking divine pills for eighteen days. If he dared...
Liao Yizhou cared nothing for his apprehensions, not even sparing him a glance. Swiftly, he yanked off his tie and clothes; his thin, cruelly defined hands brushed roughly against Su’s slender body, inching further along.
The man’s warmth made Su’s heart inexplicably quake. Despite trembling, he had nothing left but his final defenses. His crude actions were devoid of tenderness as he touched Su’s delicate skin.
The excruciating pain made Su bite his lip hard, trying to contain his agony as his pallor worsened.
Silver moonlight poured through the window’s gap. Through blurred sight, he saw the drunken, indifferent eyes of Liao Yizhou. He gazed faintly at the outline of the woman, murmuring, "Zitong... so perfect, aren’t you? Then I’ll settle it... I’ll settle it..."
The name "Zitong" jolted Su’s eardrums.
For the first time during his reckless encounters, Liao Yizhou uttered a name. He turned away, avoiding direct contact, eyes closed.
But Su couldn’t ignore the turmoil. Misidentifying her as someone else—how could the realization prompt her to act boldly?
The ache in her heart was utterly paralyzing...
In the ancient past, chaos brewed between gods and demons, the sun and moon faced extinction.
Eventually, the heavens collapsed, the realms shattered completely, and even the stars crumbled.
Thus, amidst the boundless sea of stars, fragments of worlds came to be, one named the Sky Dome Continent. Here, neither gods nor demons were revered, nor rituals for heaven and earth practiced; only pathways of cultivation pursued, seeking longevity.
Birth, aging, illness, and death—the nature of humanity—remain inescapable.
The cosmos operates with order, yet disorder establishes itself instead.
Karma cycles endlessly; restoration only heralds agony.
The eternal heavens, stars, and rivers hold nothing; the journey to immortality stretches unyielding.
Taixuan State, Dongling City.
Located at the junction between Tang and Song territories, bordered by the Grand Canal to the north and Ancient Horse Road to the south, this site bustles with trade and activity.
It was now winter, and the narrow streets were alive with merchants from the Business Team running to and fro, the air filled with the hum of voices, carts, and the bustle of commerce.
On both sides of the streets, myriad shops dazzled passersby. Advertisements crafted from Xuan Light Mirrors gleamed vividly. Numerous projection weapons and protective devices abounded—some were magic weapons, others spiritual pills, natural treasures, or precious jewels.
The Cultivation School, Class 9, Section 6—its fame spread far and wide...