"You co right now, take out."
Old Yang wouldn't let Yu Ziqing refuse; he wanted to leave imdiately.
Yu Ziqing had no choice, so he quietly went to Dadui to bring Old Yang out.
He hadn't even left ho yet, and a big pile of stuff was delivered.
The goods were claid to be paynt for trading with the Deceitful Ghost.
There was even a letter attached with just two words: betrothal gifts.
Oh, Old Song is serious about this, and he's quick to act; he's already sent the betrothal gifts for his son.
Several days later.
"Old man, don't get so worked up, I can handle this by myself."
"What the hell do you know?"
Old Yang's temper flared up, his tone was abrasive.
Yu Ziqing rarely saw Old Yang get so furious. He'd dropped everything just to deal with that bastard.
They returned to Jinlan Mountain, and Old Yang was fuming the whole way.
After entering the secret chamber, he drank so liquor sourced from Zhang Quli, which finally cald him down a bit.
"Do you know why the Dean of Langya Institute, even after entering Dao, doesn't have a complete True Na, only after establishing Dao would one have a full True Na?"
"For safety?"
"Not a single rule is without aning.
Most rules that seem useless are, in fact, forged by the blood of our predecessors.
My ntor, a prodigy, wasn't like , a dabbler, he specialized in three paths only.
Runes, talismans, and astrology.
The Dayan Preface you gave , if my ntor were alive, he could have started at the fifth realm at least.
Back in the day, after he entered Dao, he had a complete True Na.
He began his cultivation, advancing from the First-tier Refining God to the Seventh Tier in just seven months.
And that was him cultivating on the side while conducting research as well.
Everyone believed he would beco a powerhouse at the Peak of the Primordial Spirit Realm and definitely establish Dao.
Yet in the seventh month, he was forcefully cursed by the Blood Sacrifice thod, sacrificing many living beings, destroying his path.
Even if he didn't die, a thousand years of Dao cultivation was ruined in an instant.
All his essence was completely tainted.
Even taking pills was of no use, and he eventually died of old age right before my eyes.
I was young back then, watching helplessly as he died.
Even though later, I found the one who cast the curse and refined him alive, destroying him completely, what difference did it make?
Now another bastard is trying to capture the True Na Seal, I don't care what others think, for , this is forbidden.
Stay out of this matter, I'm going to repay him with his own thods."
Old Yang said, brimming with killing intent, unable to suppress it.
Throwing out those words, Old Yang took his treasures and returned to the west side of Jinlan Mountain to conduct his research.
Yu Ziqing opened his mouth but dared not say a word.
He really didn't know Old Yang had a ntor.
And such a poignant, irretrievable past.
Now Old Yang wants to protect him, what is there left to say?
If he dared to push even a little, Old Yang would probably beat him first.
If things went wrong, the village chief might be called in, and they would hamr him together.
Yu Ziqing honestly didn't dare say anything, returned to the village, and saw Gu Shitou, with a bruised face, still smiling cheekily.
Looking at him made Yu Ziqing angry, wanting to hamr him.
Suddenly, Yu Ziqing realized sothing.
In Old Yang and the village chief's eyes, he was probably just like Gu Shitou was to him.
After all, they were his own kids.
And now, soone wanted to hold an extrely malicious blade to his throat.
With the previous tragic experience as background, Old Yang exploded.
Yu Ziqing waved at Gu Shitou.
"Co here."
"Uncle, you're back, are you hungry? I'll get you sothing to eat."
Gu Shitou's smile froze slightly, then imdiately morphed into a shy grin, as he prepared to run back to the village.
"You can run, I'll let you run a hundred miles first."
Gu Shitou stopped in his tracks with a bitter face.
"Can we not fight today? I've been beaten three tis already today."
Gu Shitou rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms and legs covered in densely packed knife scars, not fully healed, so still oozing blood.
"Did you provoke the butcher? How did you turn such a mild-mannered person into this?"
Gu Shitou chuckled dryly, the butcher was mild-mannered?
He didn't reply, but Qingqing approached from afar, fists cracking loudly, and he sneered.
"Instead of learning good things, you pick up filthy language from sowhere."
Yu Ziqing looked at Shitou, curiously asked a question.
"Did you dare talk back to your own family?"
"I just couldn't hold back..."
Before Shitou could finish his sentence, he turned into a blur, flying outwards.
Yu Ziqing's figure followed along, delivering slaps that cracked like thunder.
After finishing, looking at Shitou, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, he sighed.
"Tomorrow, I'll prepare so bridal gifts and see which family might want a girl like you, get you a wife, and you better have a child soon, you better be capable of it, otherwise, if I can't control my strength and beat you to death, there won't even be a successor."
"No... Uncle, I was wrong, truly wrong."
Shitou was frightened, he lunged and hugged Yu Ziqing's leg.
"I really didn't an any harm."
"Then tell , what have you been up to these past two years? More than one person has co to complain to ."
Shitou hesitated, then said.
"I wanted to beco stronger quickly."
"And then?"
"Then I realized, getting beaten would speed up the process, and if the person beating really wanted to, it would be even faster."
"???"
Yu Ziqing was a bundle of question marks.
Shitou stood up, conjured Qi-Blood, and Yu Ziqing was sowhat surprised.
"When did you open so many orifices? Opening so many death orifices, you're really not afraid of dying."
In just ten years, he went from having no foundation to opening nearly five hundred orifices, including so highly dangerous death orifices.
If he wasn't suppressing it, he might already be at the Fourth-tier.
The tradition of Jinlan Mountain was to open as many orifices as possible, and not to rush advancent.
The things Yu Ziqing left behind, all emphasized that the first three tiers were foundational, laying a strong foundation was essential for future strength.
"The more I got beaten, the more I opened; hitting with resentnt worked best.
Last ti, the village chief gave a beating, and I opened three death orifices at once, and they haven't fully healed, so places are still oozing with blood.
You couldn't say it clearly?
Shitou imdiately let out a wry smile, Tugging at his shirt sleeves, his arms and legs were covered with countless knife wounds, so places still seeping blood.
Of course not, normal sparring isn't effective enough. Resentful strikes are best.
Qingqing hit the hardest, the village chief only does half as well."
The next thing he knew, he was flat on the ground.
"How does it feel?" Yu Ziqing looked down at him and asked.
Shitou looked dazed, "Can't feel clearly, a dozen bones are broken..."
Yu Ziqing picked him up and carried him back, feeling utterly defeated.
This kid is beyond saving.
He pondered for a bit, finally deciding to follow the ancients' wisdom, it's better to guide than to block.
He hadn't been paying attention for just a couple of years, and this kid went too far.
Yu Ziqing initially wanted to ask Old Yang, but after so thought, he decided against it, as he'd probably take a thrashing himself.
He turned towards the north, leaving the locust forest.
"Uncle, you're back, are you hungry? Let get you sothing to eat."
Shitou's smile was frozen for a mont, but soon he perked back up, getting ready to run to the village with a face still cheerful.
"You go ahead and run, I'll give you a hundred miles' head start."
Gu Shitou stopped in his tracks with a wry smile.
"Can we not do this today? I've already been beaten three tis today."
Gu Shitou rolled up the sleeve, revealed his arms and legs etched with innurous knife marks, so not fully healed, so even bleeding.
"Did you provoke the butcher? How could you make such a good-tempered person react like that?"
Gu Shitou let out a dry chuckle, considering whether the butcher was really good-tempered.
He didn't answer, but Qingqing approached from a distance, cracking his knuckles, letting out a cold chuckle.
"You don't learn the good stuff, but sohow you pick up a foul mouth."
Yu Ziqing looked at Shitou, curiously asked.
"Do you dare to talk back to your own family?"
"Just couldn't hold it in..."
Before Shitou could finish his sentence, he turned into a blur and flew out from a slap.
Yu Ziqing vanished along with him, slapping him hard with his palm.
After finishing, watching his face swell like a pig's head.
Yu Ziqing finally gave up completely.
This kid is beyond saving.
After breaking more than a dozen bones, Yu Ziqing picked him up and carried him back.
He decided to follow the ancestors' wisdom: unblock rather than block.
"You've gotten hit so much, and you still open more, hitting with hatred works best.
"You really didn't tell ?"
"No, uncle, I swear, I'm really sorry."
Shitou was terrified, clinging to Yu Ziqing's leg.
"I really didn't an to offend you."
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