Days of Living with My Sister-in-Law-Chapter 193 Sleepless Night

"Stop messing around..." Chen Xiaobei instinctively shouted in his sleep and immediately rolled over.

"He’s really asleep?" Murong Xiaoyi’s mouth fell open, her face a mask of disbelief. Anger flickered across her beautiful face, and she felt a surge of irritation.

Although she didn’t like men, she was still a great beauty, after all. I’ve nearly stripped naked and am lying right next to you, but you’re sleeping like a log! Can’t you spare a thought for anyone else’s feelings? Do I, Murong Xiaoyi, really have no charm at all?

Honestly, she was starting to question her own existence. She had the strongest urge to punch Chen Xiaobei awake and demand an explanation. But that was just talk. Chen Xiaobei was a demon king; who knew if he’d just force himself on her if he woke up?

Right now, Murong Xiaoyi was a mess of contradictions. On one hand, she desperately wanted to make love, but on the other, she didn’t want to do it with a man. In short, she felt like she was going crazy, nothing like the steadfast lesbian she thought she was.

"Hmph! Sleep then! Sleep yourself to death for all I care! I’m going to sleep too!" Murong Xiaoyi huffed angrily.

Realizing that Chen Xiaobei truly wasn’t going to wake up, she rolled back to her side of the bed.

The dog days of summer were sweltering, and Murong Xiaoyi was consumed by desire. Lying on the heated brick bed, she was wide awake, tossing and turning restlessly.

Chen Xiaobei, in contrast, slept soundly, a trickle of drool at the corner of his mouth as he was seemingly lost in a pleasant dream.

Ugh! I’m so pathetic. Why did I have to insist on sleeping with him? Cousin, where on earth did you go?

Murong Xiaoyi pursed her lips, destined for a sleepless night.

Of course, she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep.

In the mountains outside Qingyang City sat a large cluster of ancient buildings, the home of the Iron Fist Sect. At this moment, outside a side room, hundreds of Iron Fist Sect disciples stood silently, not even daring to yawn. Tonight was the night their master, the Iron Fist Ancestor, would emerge from his secluded cultivation.

And just then—

BOOM!

A powerful force blasted the door of the side room to smithereens. The disciples barely caught a glimpse of a white figure flying out and landing on a nearby rooftop. It was the Iron Fist Ancestor.

He appeared to be in his sixties, bald, with a physique honed by intense training. Under the moonlight, he resembled a Shura emerging from Hell. His entire being radiated an aura of murderous ferocity!

"Congratulations, Master, on your breakthrough to the Third Grade of the Heaven Rank! All disciples of the Iron Fist Sect await Mas—"

SPURT!

Before the disciples could finish, the Iron Fist Ancestor on the rooftop suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark blood. Then, with a scream of pain, he clutched his chest and tumbled from the rooftop.

"Master!" a disciple yelled, rushing to help him up. "Master, what’s wrong? Why did you spit up blood?"

"Could he have hit a bottleneck while breaking through to the Third Grade of the Heaven Rank?"

"Master! Please take care of yourself!"

All the disciples knelt in unison. They had no choice. The Ancestor had a violent temper and was prone to beating people. Now that he was severely injured, if they didn’t put on a show of concern, he might just beat them to death later.

"Everyone, rise," the Iron Fist Ancestor waved a hand, looking at the disciple supporting him. "A Feng, help your master inside. I have a task for you!"

"Yes, Master."

Cai Shaofeng helped the Ancestor into the room, closed the door, and promptly asked, "Master, please tell me what you need. I will be sure to handle the matter perfectly!"

"Sit down first," the Iron Fist Ancestor waved his hand, a fierce light flashing in his eyes. "This time, I felt no pressure at all while attempting to break through to the Third Grade of the Heaven Rank. But who would have thought that your Senior Brother, Li Maochun, would be killed on Songshan by a thief named Chen Xiaobei! 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"His death is one thing, but that scoundrel also stole my Storm Gloves. Those gloves are the Sect’s Treasure! Every time I think of it, my heart feels like it’s being torn to shreds. I wish I could devour Chen Xiaobei alive. This affair disturbed my Dao heart, causing my breakthrough to fail and leaving me severely injured!"

"Ugh—" As soon as he finished speaking, the Iron Fist Ancestor spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Master, please take care of yourself," Cai Shaofeng said with concern. "I know Senior Brother was your favorite disciple, but the dead are gone. No amount of mourning will bring him back. As for the Storm Gloves, although they’ve fallen into Chen Xiaobei’s hands, they haven’t vanished. As long as you can heal your injuries, given time, we will certainly be able to slay that scoundrel Chen Xiaobei. Won’t we retrieve the Storm Gloves then? Master, don’t worry, I’ll go fetch Healing Medicine for you right away!"

"It’s useless." The Iron Fist Ancestor clutched his chest. "This failed breakthrough severely damaged three of my meridians. Common Healing Medicines are useless to me now."

"Then... what do we do?" Cai Shaofeng asked, startled.

Martial artists have five main meridians. Injuring even one could destroy their foundation, let alone three! Doesn’t this mean he’s crippled?

But the Iron Fist Ancestor waved his hand and said, "Don’t worry. Many years ago, my master told me that there are Spirit Beasts dwelling in the deep mountains. They absorb the essence of the sun and moon to condense their inner cores and transform into demons.

"The inner core of a Spirit Beast is one of the world’s five spiritual elements. Eating one can completely heal a gravely injured person. Given my current condition, I’m afraid only a Spirit Beast’s inner core can cure me."

Cai Shaofeng exclaimed in surprise, "But where can we find a Spirit Beast’s inner core?"

The Ancestor said, "Li Xinghe once told me that on the day he nearly killed Chen Xiaobei, a strange giant cat suddenly rushed out. That cat was incredibly powerful. According to my analysis, it must be the legendary Spirit Beast!"

"Master, I understand," Cai Shaofeng said, breaking out in a cold sweat. "You mean... you want me to lead a team to capture that cat? But Chen Xiaobei is in Shanhe Village! Even Senior Brother Mao Chun was killed by him. If I go, wouldn’t that be a suicide mission?"

"Don’t be afraid!" the Ancestor said directly. "I’ve investigated. Ten miles from Shanhe Village is a place called Yingwu Mountain. It’s shrouded in mist all year round and is rich in Spiritual Energy, making it the most likely place for a Spirit Beast to appear. Your task is only to lead men to Yingwu Mountain to find a Spirit Beast. You don’t need to provoke Chen Xiaobei at all.

"Shaofeng, remember this! If you can find a Spirit Beast’s inner core for me, your master, then from this day forward, you will be the Head Senior Brother of the Iron Fist Sect. Not only will I impart all my lifelong learning to you, but after I deal with Chen Xiaobei, I will also give the Storm Gloves to you! This entire, great Iron Fist Sect will be yours.

"One more thing. When you leave the mountain, remember to find someone! With his help, you will achieve twice the results with half the effort!"

Cai Shaofeng asked curiously, "Master, who would that be?"