Invincible Dad-Chapter 729 Li Deyi_1

"Hmph." Ruan Tang's eyes were bewitching, her cheeks flushed as if she were intoxicated. She muttered softly, "I just knew you were up to no good."

Xu Lai leaned close to her face and smiled. "Someone isn't being honest. We're an old married couple; what's there to be shy about?"

Ruan Tang guiltily averted her gaze. "So, if Yiyi and I cultivate 'Spirit' together and I take that elixir you gave me, what will happen?"

"Uh."

That question stumped Xu Lai.

Theoretically, not only could Ruan Tang step into the Immortal Venerable Realm, but Yiyi could as well. Rationally speaking, however, Xu Lai felt that the Heavenly Dao Laws would prevent it. Xu Yiyi's boundary would certainly increase, but not by such an enormous amount.

For a moment, he found himself caught in a paradox. Frowning, he said, "Why don't you take it and see what happens?"

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

"That will have to wait for Yiyi to come back," Ruan Tang said, rolling her eyes at him.

"Right." Xu Lai nodded, a sense of anticipation building within him about what might happen.

After a moment's thought, Xu Lai pointed a finger, and the entirety of the 'Spirit' cultivation technique flooded into Ruan Tang's sea of consciousness. Ruan Tang closed her eyes, digesting the technique.

Xu Lai slowly wrapped his hands around her voluptuous body and whispered into her ear, "Honey, have you missed me?"

A short separation is more passionate than a wedding night. Xu Lai's hands had already begun to misbehave.

To his surprise, however, the rebellion was mercilessly suppressed the moment it began.

Ruan Tang slapped his hand away and glared. "Don't disturb me. I'm studying the cultivation technique."

"Do you need a hands-on lesson? Come on, honey, let's turn off the lights, and I'll teach you slowly."

"Go sleep in Yiyi's room. I need to focus on Qi Condensation tonight."

"Cultivation isn't achieved in a single day," Xu Lai coaxed. "Tonight..."

"Don't delay my cultivation tonight. Hurry up and go." Ruan Tang gave Xu Lai a light kick on the waist before sitting down cross-legged with a serious expression.

"..."

Xu Lai left the room, utterly dejected.

He'd gone to the trouble of tossing the one-hundred-thousand-zhang-tall Bronze Gate to the Heavenly Court for the Divine General Baize to study, then rushed back to Earth without stopping. And for what? To think Ruan Tang didn't miss him in the slightest! Fine, so be it.

The long night stretched ahead, with only wine for company.

Xu Lai sat in the backyard, holding a jar of wine. He tilted his head back and took a large gulp, the strong liquor burning its way down his throat. The wicker chair swayed in the wind. As the moonlight scattered across the surface of the sea, Xu Lai drank alone.

...

In the great northwest of Hua Country, atop a certain peak of the Dao Sect, mournful cries echoed. "I'll kill those Foreign Clans! I'll kill them all! *Sob...*" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The mountain was dotted with countless simple bamboo houses. This had become the temporary settlement for the Yunxiao Sect, where both disciples and Elders resided.

Mo Lian, the Sect Master of the Dao Sect, had initially worried that the Yunxiao Sect, being a superior sect, would be exceptionally arrogant. He feared they would meddle in the affairs of the Dao Sect and the other two sects and eight pavilions. To his surprise, however, these cultivators from the 'superior sect' were simplistic to an extreme.

Forget schemes and power struggles; they even refused Mo Lian's invitation for the acting Sect Master of the Yunxiao Sect to reside on the Dao Sect's main peak. They were a group of simpletons, completely obsessed with the great Dao of immortality.

Yet it was these same otherworldly simpletons who were now grieving. The male cultivators stood silent with red-rimmed eyes while the female cultivators sobbed and wept. Before them lay the severed heads of Shan Qianchong, the Third Elder, and seven other Supreme Elders of the Yunxiao Sect.

Among them was a pitch-black head, looking as if it had been charred to a crisp. It belonged to Elder Li, who had perished in the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation he had used to annihilate a Moon Clan tribe.

The nine heads were like nine sharp knives, piercing deep into their hearts one inch at a time.

The acting Sect Master was named Shan Ying. She was a descendant of Elder Shan Qianchong and a prodigy the Yunxiao Sect had carefully nurtured. Not yet fifty years old, she had already reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. Now, she knelt on the ground, tears falling silently as she gazed at the severed head of the ancestor who had guided her cultivation.

Behind the nine heads stood a member of the Moon Clan. His cultivation was neither high nor low, merely at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm.

Li Feng's gaze swept over the expressions of the Earthling Zhu Langs, and his heart filled with immense satisfaction.

The King... he truly is the King! At first, when he ordered me to deliver the nine brocade boxes here, I didn't understand his intent. Only now do I realize the Moon King intends not just to kill his enemies, but to crush their very souls!

Li Feng laughed heartily. "The Moon King has a message! After governing the Yunxiao Sect for three hundred years, he had no wish to face Shan Qianchong and the others in armed conflict. However, they audaciously challenged his authority, leading to the utter desolation of several Moon Clan tribes. These nine heads are a warning!

"It is only a matter of time before Earth becomes a farm for Zhu Langs, but the Yunxiao Sect can still reconcile with our Moon Clan. The Moon King hopes you will abandon the darkness and embrace the light. So long as you destroy the Dao Sect or kill one million Zhu Langs, you will be welcomed back into the fold."

Amid the sounds of weeping, Li Feng's words were especially jarring. The eyes of Mo Lian from the Dao Sect, Qi Jiuyang from the Blade Sect, and the others were red and swollen; they too had lost masters and elders on the Moon. Now, the Moon Clan was trying to sow discord, revealing their rapacious ambition.

Apart from the mournful crying, no one paid any attention to Li Feng. He wasn't in a hurry and continued slowly, "Shan Ying, I know of you. The Moon King said your talent is passable. I am willing to take you as my concubine to seal the reconciliation between the Yunxiao Sect and the Moon Clan. So... what do you say?"

A mere Foundation Establishment peak cultivator. To so brazenly proposition a mid-stage Golden Core expert was not just disrespectful—it was a death wish. Yet Li Feng, relying on his status as an emissary of the Moon Clan, was fearless.

During times of war, one does not kill the messenger. That was the rule. A rule of Hua Country.

Shan Ying, her black hair held up by a hairpin and her body clad in a white Daoist robe, trembled with rage. But she couldn't kill him. To do so would be to break the rules.

If war breaks out between the Moon Clan and the Human Race, it might be fine if humanity wins. But if they lose... she would become the greatest sinner in history, condemned by countless future generations.

But if she didn't kill him, all her years of cultivating her heart and mind would be for nothing. This incident would become a lifelong obsession, a mental demon trapping her in the same predicament as Elder Li, forever stuck at the peak of the Golden Core realm, unable to advance another inch. Her opponent wasn't just humiliating her; he was trying to destroy her Great Dao! To use a mere Foundation Establishment pawn to ruin the future of a potential Nascent Soul—or even Divinity Transformation—expert was, without a doubt, the most cost-effective trade in the world.

Shan Ying's fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly. Finally, she lowered her head in defeat, a bitter smile on her face.

To kill or not to kill... her life was ruined either way.

Just as Shan Ying sank into despair, a sharp *SHINK* drew the attention of every cultivator present.

A man in black had thrust a bloodstained sword through the forehead of a rolling head, nailing it firmly to the ground. The head belonged to the Moon Clan's Li Feng. His face was frozen in an expression of arrogance and disdain, and a clean, straight wound marked his neck.

"He was only at Foundation Establishment. So what if you kill him?" the man in black said coolly, his hands clasped behind his back. "As cultivators, we seek not only long life, but also a clear conscience."

The surrounding Yunxiao Sect disciples erupted in cheers of approval. The Sect Masters and Elders of the three sects and eight pavilions also nodded in silent agreement.

This man in black also had the surname Li. He was not a descendant of that Li Qingzhou who led three hundred Golden Core Elders to the Sea of the Moon in search of his junior sister three hundred years ago. Rather, he was a descendant of the very Elder Li who, just before dying, had resolved his inner demons and touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul realm.

From an unseen corner, he stole a glance at Shan Ying, a flash of love appearing in the depths of his eyes before vanishing.

His name was Li Deyi.