Chapter 117: Your Son Is Dead (Supplement 625)

Within the General’s Mansion, in the Shanhe Courtyard.

In a noble, luxurious room, on a soft bed, the teenager slowly woke up.

Li Hao had dreamed that his body felt weightless, soaring through heaven and earth.

He flew over grasslands, rivers, and lakes, flying alongside birds, roaming through mountains and lands.

Countless streams converged, gradually coalescing into an ancient character.

That character was his name.

Then Li Hao woke up; as soon as he opened his eyes, a worried, aged face appeared before him.

“Hao’er!”

Li Muxiu exclaimed in delight: “You’re finally awake! How is your body feeling?”

Over these two days, the maid Qingzhi had washed Li Hao’s body, removing all bloodstains and changing him into clean clothes; the torn flesh and broken ribs had gradually healed under the frequent examinations of Li Muxiu and the divine physician.

Such severe injuries healing on their own was indeed the ability of the Three Imperishables’ “Indestructible Realm,” yet Li Hao had not reached the Three Imperishables—yet possessed this extraordinary physique, which was truly miraculous.

“Where is this…?”

Li Hao’s confused gaze gradually sharpened, and soon his expression changed—he recognized his own room.

So he was still in the General’s Mansion? He immediately sat up, but the still-unhealed ribs sent a sharp pain through his chest, the wound slightly splitting and oozing blood.

The fresh white clothes he’d been given were instantly stained red.

“Hao’er, rest first,” Li Muxiu hurriedly said.

But Li Hao was already seated; he took a shallow breath, looked at the anxious Second Master, then scanned the room—besides Second Master, Qingzhi stood nearby, but no one else.

Noticing Li Hao’s gaze, Li Muxiu said: “Your Fifth Master must guard the ancestral hall, but he can sense what happens here.”

Li Hao smiled faintly, nodded, then released his spiritual sense, which surged out of his body and wandered through the Shanhe Courtyard, where he saw Li Yuanzhao and Bian Ruxue, both anxious and uneasy.

Outside the courtyard, he also saw Li Wushuang pacing, along with his sister Li Zhining.

In a corner, Li Hao finally spotted the white fox—hidden among flowers and grass, its wounds seemingly healed.

Li Hao exhaled in relief, retracted his spiritual sense, and smiled: “Thank you, Second Master, for saving my life!”

Li Muxiu’s expression shifted slightly; he lowered his voice: “Hao’er, your father never intended to kill you—he was merely in a fit of madness. You’re father and son; you…”

He suddenly fell silent.

He had wanted to say: Have some understanding for him.

Li Muxiu still hoped these father and son would reconcile.

But facing this pale, gravely wounded child, he found the words cruel—asking him to forgive such a stubborn father.

Yet Li Hao had already understood the implication; he smiled slightly and said to Qingzhi beside him: “Bring me my outer garments.”

Qingzhi, delighted to see Li Hao awake, her exhaustion momentarily lifted, nodded quickly.

“Hao’er, what are you doing? Your injuries aren’t healed—rest first,” Li Muxiu hurriedly said.

Li Hao shook his head slightly, then remembered something and asked: “Second Master, do you know anything about my mother? She came from the Great Wilderness Heaven?”

Li Muxiu froze. “Who told you that? Tian Gang?”

Hearing those two words, Li Hao’s brow instinctively furrowed; he shook his head: “Second Master, just tell me.”

Li Muxiu assumed Li Hao knew everything; he sighed: “Your mother’s background is complicated—she truly came from the Great Wilderness Heaven. She met your father by accident. Back then, no one approved of this marriage, but in the end, no one had the heart to tear apart these two star-crossed lovers.”

Li Hao’s lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

“You’re not thinking of going to find her, are you?” Li Muxiu suddenly asked.

Li Hao blinked. “Isn’t my mother dead?”

“Huh?”

Li Muxiu froze, realizing his slip—he fell silent.

Seeing Li Hao’s expression, he quickly asked: “Second Master, you know something—tell me!”

Li Muxiu looked into his eyes, thought for a moment, then sighed: “You do have the right to know. Your father didn’t tell you for good reason—she returned to the Great Wilderness Heaven, and it’s impossible for her to come out again, especially someone who once bore a child.”

Li Hao’s heart trembled—his mother wasn’t dead?

“Although your mother isn’t dead, you’ll likely never see her again, child. Don’t even think of searching for her—the Great Wilderness Heaven is boundless; even a Four-Established cultivator would face extreme peril within.”

Li Muxiu told Li Hao: “With your current cultivation base, entering the Great Wilderness Heaven means certain death. Even if you went, you’d likely never find her—I don’t even know where her clan or tribe resides…”

Li Hao paused, then came back to himself.

He smiled, nodded: “Second Master, don’t worry—I won’t risk it. Even if I go, I’ll wait until I’ve reached the level to roam the Great Wilderness Heaven freely.”

This wasn’t empty words—he truly meant it.

When he first met Li Tian Gang, Li Hao might have had the recklessness to risk everything—but now, he only wanted to live his own life well.

Besides, it’s been over a decade—another moment won’t matter.

Seeing Li Hao say this, Li Muxiu finally relaxed: “Good. That’s the right mindset.”

Li Hao smiled faintly. When Qingzhi brought his clothes, he silently dressed himself; once finished, he took a deep breath and looked at Second Master.

He spoke softly: “Second Master, the road of the mortal world is long—I won’t be able to fish with you anymore.”

Li Muxiu’s pupils shrank sharply; he turned pale: “Hao’er, what are you planning?”

Li Hao’s gaze turned toward the courtyard: “I won’t stay here anymore.”

“Young Master!” Qingzhi cried out in disbelief. Li Hao walked slowly out of the room, into the courtyard.

Seeing Li Hao recovered, Li Yuanzhao and Bian Ruxue, who had been waiting, immediately sensed it and rushed over in delight.

“Hao-ge!” Li Yuanzhao called out urgently.

Bian Ruxue’s face lit up: “You’ve recovered?”

Seeing them, Li Hao smiled and said to Li Yuanzhao: “From now on, you must cultivate on your own.”

Li Yuanzhao froze: “Hao-ge, are you…?”

Li Hao slowly scanned the courtyard—the courtyard where he’d spent fourteen years.

He knew every plant, every tree.

He had even sketched many of these places.

But now, none of it mattered.

The air had turned chilly; autumn leaves had long fallen, and the servants had swept the ground clean—there was a cold, desolate chill like frost descending.

Li Hao said nothing, but walked slowly toward one spot in the courtyard.

The others hurried after him; Li Yuanzhao kept anxiously asking.

Finally, Li Hao reached a patch of flowers and grass, surrounded by stones—strictly off-limits.

He fell silent, then slowly, deeply bowed.

“Lin Shu, farewell. Take care.”

After speaking, he cast one last long look, then turned away; his will surged out, gently stroking the white fox in the courtyard.

The white fox sensed Li Hao’s presence, instantly thrilled, darting forward like a streak of white snow, stopping at his feet.

Li Hao smiled, then turned to Second Master, his expression solemn: “Second Master, thank you for all your care these years. If I ever get the chance, I’ll repay you.”

He bowed deeply again.

Li Muxiu’s face turned ashen: “Hao’er, you…”

Li Yuanzhao cried out: “Hao-ge, are you leaving?”

Li Hao looked at him, smiled, and patted his shoulder: “Hao-ge is leaving.”

“Hao-ge!” Bian Ruxue also looked anxious, but didn’t know what to say.

“You’re leaving? Where are you going?!”

A cold, furious voice suddenly came from behind.

Li Hao’s smile slowly faded—he didn’t turn around.

The white fox trembled in fright, then bared its teeth slightly, positioning itself behind Li Hao, facing Li Tian Gang.

“Tian Gang!”

Li Muxiu saw Li Tian Gang approaching, flanked by Yu Xuan and Li Fu, Zhao Bo.

Anger surged on his face: “What tone is that? Can’t you speak to Hao’er properly?”

Li Tian Gang’s face was dark; he’d been recovering from his injuries these past two days, and with the help of other sisters and brothers urging him to reconcile, he’d hoped to mend this father-son rift.

But seeing Li Hao, the moment he woke, go straight to the courtyard and immediately plan to leave—without even seeing him—anger flared again in his chest.

“Just recovered a little, and you’re already growing wings?”

Li Tian Gang spoke coldly.

Li Hao’s lips curled slightly; he turned, calmly facing the man before him: “So, are we fighting again?”

As he spoke, his entire aura surged forth.

“Good! Good! Good!”

Seeing this, Li Tian Gang’s face flushed with rage—but this time, he held himself back.

He’d just broken his vow and severely injured himself; to strike again would only worsen his wounds. In his fourteen years in Yanbei, he’d never suffered such injuries more than a few times.

“Fine! Just entered the Heavenly-Person Realm, and you’re already beyond my control!”

Li Tian Gang’s gaze pierced like ice, cold and sharp.

Li Hao looked at him calmly, his heart utterly still: “From now on, you have no right to speak of disciplining me. I am no longer your son. I told you—your son was already assassinated.”

“What do you mean?!”

Li Tian Gang hissed.

Li Hao stared at him quietly, softly: “Forgotten? Then let me remind you—do you remember why Fu Bo returned?”

At these words, the group fell silent in surprise.

Li Fu returned precisely because a Zhou Tian–realm human, enslaved by the demonic clans, had infiltrated the mansion to assassinate Li Hao after he was attacked at age six.

“Your son should have died at six—because you were guarding the border!”

Li Hao said calmly: “You thought some high cultivator protected me? That assassin was killed by my own hands.”

“Before he died, he said I was your weakest point. Ha—he tried to kill me to shake your composure. Now I think the demonic clans overestimated themselves.”

Hearing this, everyone froze, pupils shrinking, staring at Li Hao in horror.

(End of Chapter)