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Wen Xinggui took a step back, creating some distance. The girl laughed; there was no malice in her demeanor.
But you seemed a bit too cheerful, mind your own business. The imperial authority—why should you meddle? Aside from you, the rest of the Wen Family hasn't been released yet.
The city lord had once promised...
Sang Qingxiao interjected, "No matter what he promised you, he has the right to manage your affairs. He doesn't want to be dragged into a complicated situation, so you can put those thoughts to rest."
"I'm doing this for the city lord; this opportunity is not to be missed."
"Stop! Save those words for him."
The girl was someone the city lord valued greatly; if you could assist her...
No wonder the Wen Family is so unpopular; their fate is indeed pitiful and lamentable. The world is unpredictable; just live your life. Is the way of heaven really that accurate?
What good does it do you to follow it? When you suffer injustice, has it ever looked after you? Meanwhile, we who live freely have found our lives to be smooth and satisfying.
I observe that the Wen Family lineage is quite suitable for cultivating Mystical Power and following the path of Demon Catchers. Why not change course early? Future generations would not be bound by fate.
I am the master of my own destiny; I am not governed by heaven. There are countless beings in this world; how could heaven possibly oversee them all?
Wen Xinggui was momentarily stunned, forcing a bitter smile. "I came to advise you, but instead, I've been lectured."
Do you want to repeat the tragedies that have befallen the Wen Family? Why can't you learn from past mistakes?
Mentioning old matters made Wen Xinggui feel uncomfortable. He simply cupped his hands toward Sang Qingxiao and turned to leave. But Sang Qingxiao would not let him go so easily; she flicked a talisman toward his back. The runes entered his body, causing Wen Xinggui's form to stiffen for a moment before he continued striding out.
As he exited, he saw Qi Xiaomian entering. He had many things to say but was blocked by an inexplicable emotion, unable to voice them.
Qi Xiaomian only glanced at him before bypassing him and entering the building. He carried a lunch box—five layers full of Dayu's specialty dishes. He had traveled all over the capital for this box and put in quite a bit of effort.
He laid out the food one by one before approaching Sang Qingxiao, taking her hand and leading her to the table. The guards remarked that he hadn't eaten yet; whether it was a boulder or Pei Shen, nothing mattered more than his own body.
Sang Qingxiao enjoyed his service of serving her food and casually praised the dishes in her mouth. "That Wen Xinggui should no longer bother him; why not let him return to Black Flame City for a family visit? It's been some time since he left."
"What’s wrong? Did he offend you?"
His self-righteous duties...
"I'm afraid he might cause trouble. Just now, he noticed I left him a way out, so I erased part of his memory. But members of the Wen Family are destined individuals; some spells may not work on them."
"I don't know if what I said will get through to him."
"Don't worry about it; just give it to me."
How is the Great Yu Emperor doing?
The situation is getting worse. In just a few days, he has lost quite a bit of weight; his skin is taut over his bones, and his belly protrudes alarmingly. When he slightly lifts his clothing, I can see the blue veins and red streaks on his abdomen, and faintly, I can make out the face of an infant that resembles a human, though it is at least twice the size.
With such a large presence pressing against Pei Shen's internal organs, any normal person would have died long ago.
Xiaoxiao, I think there’s no need to leave a path for the Great Yu Emperor; living like this is worse than death.
Understood.
Qi Xiaomian continued, saying that the Demon Fetus has been particularly agitated lately, moving around and talking more. The Great Yu Emperor is suffering immensely; he relies on the Imperial Physician's acupuncture techniques to keep himself in a prolonged sleep. However, he often misses important information while asleep. Shadow's End has been by his side almost constantly, only leaving for court and necessary matters, so he has been the one interacting most with the Demon Fetus.
He mentioned that the Demon Fetus seems to look down on the giant stone, which contradicts their previous speculations about a master-servant or father-son relationship. He tried to extract more information, but the Demon Fetus became annoyed and even cursed at the giant stone a few times.
Thus, the approach that Father and Misha are taking to investigate should be correct. I wonder if they have made any progress on their end?
What good does crying do? Crying for two whole days! What do you have to say to us? After asking for so long, not a single word in response, and you still have the face to cry!
At this moment, Misha and Huo Qi were also enveloped in mist, sitting before the giant stone. Huo Qi had been questioning it for two full days without getting any answers, growing increasingly furious. The more he scolded, the more the giant stone cried, creating a vicious cycle.
Misha was at a loss as well; he thought about reciting a Sutra to calm everyone down, but as soon as he opened his mouth to say a single word, the cracks in the giant stone deepened even further.
Huo Qi's anger surged again. You fragile thing! How dare you act like this! Do you know that this Shengjing is your death sentence? Death! Do you understand? It’s all over! There will be no more of you in this world!
It was like talking to a wall. As an observer, Misha found it amusing; Huo Qi noticed him laughing and immediately turned his ire towards him as well.
Misha waited until Huo Qi had vented his frustrations before saying with a smile, I have an idea; do you want to give it a try?
Why didn’t you say so earlier? We’ve wasted so much time!
I’m not sure if it will work or not…
Huo Qi glared at him angrily, prompting Misha to stop rambling and analyze instead. Although he has enough intelligence, he seems to lack common sense. From observing his methods of doing things, he appears quite experienced—not like an ignorant child—could he possibly be some Demon King who was injured and hurt his brain in the process?
Huo Qi pondered for a moment; it is indeed possible.
Misha continued: If he is injured, then treatment must come first. Otherwise, why not send some Magic Breath to help him heal?
If I really end up treating a Demon King…
Just control the dosage and test it out a bit.
There were no other methods left, so Huo Qi could only proceed as instructed. After merging a small fragment of Demon Bone, the Magic Breath released became purer, gradually flowing towards the giant stone.
At first, the cries grew quieter, and then, surprisingly, the surface of the giant stone began to show signs of slow healing. Huo Qi noticed this immediately and stopped.
The giant stone emitted a questioning sound, as if asking, "Huh?"
Ignoring it, Huo Qi continued to extend his Magic Breath, pulling at him.
"Well, well, you seem to have some brains. So let's talk—who exactly are you?"
Receiving no response, he felt an even stronger tug.
Huo Qi sighed and sent more energy. The other party visibly improved and seemed more lively, even adopting a coaxing tone as it said, "Big brother, please..."
So now there's a little brother added to the mix?
Misha couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Huo Qi shot him a glare. How could he still find this funny? What kind of ridiculous idea was that?
Misha reminded him, "Hurry up; we're almost at Shengjing City."
Huo Qi huffed in annoyance. "Thanks for the reminder!"
After thinking for a moment, since the other party had already spoken up, he decided to ask directly. "Where did you come from? If you don't clarify, I won't treat your injuries."
The other party struggled for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out two words: "Forgotten."
"Then what do you remember? You can't have forgotten everything! If you can't say anything useful, what good are you?"
After waiting a bit longer, the other party finally said, "Big brother."
"Don't call me that! If you don't have anything else to say, then I'm not helping you."
It grew anxious. "Big brother! Big brother! Please don’t! I’m begging you!"
"You’re begging for what? You have nothing to offer me!"
"Big brother, just throw me!"
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