Chapter 359: No Regrets (Second update, requesting monthly votes!)

"Hahahaha!"

And just in a private room of a restaurant not far from the Shi residence, Li Long slapped his own thigh, pointed over there, and laughed loudly:

"I said it, didn't I! This child is still more like me!"

"Don't you think so! Hahaha!"

Beside him, Jian Xinxin, whose face was flushed red and who did not know how much wine he had drunk, was already unable to reply and nodded blankly.

This father and son had the same habit; they both loved to threaten others with the execution of their three clans...

Definitely biological.

"... Ugh."

No!

Cannot continue to be led by the nose by the Emperor brother!

Drunken dreams and death? A drunken stupor?

It's been half a month of being drunk, damn it, why hasn't this drinking stopped?

No, has it been half a month?

Or is this actually just a dream, and only one day has passed?

He was a bit unable to tell...

Jian Xinxin shook his head violently, used his cultivation to force out most of the wine Qi in his body, and let his brain, which had been numb for half a month, clear up a little.

"Ugh... cough cough."

Jian Xinxin finally regained his senses, looked over there, and said with much emotion: "However, at his age, you wouldn't have been able to handle this matter so beautifully."

This matter, whether in planning or execution, far exceeded Jian Xinxin's expectations, causing his original plan to step in and help clean up the mess to fall through.

Regarding this, the lifelong competitive Emperor did not agree with this point of view and clamored: "Nonsense, if I were to do it back then, I definitely would have been much stronger than him!"

"But then again, he was able to achieve this today because someone was behind the scenes helping him devise strategies."

"Oh?"

Jian Xinxin was just about to ask when he saw a figure appear outside the Shi residence under the protection of guards.

After confirming that Shi Enguang was dead, Li Yiyi laid his corpse flat, put his head back on his neck, and closed his eyes for him.

Next, Li Yiyi took the sword from the corpse's hand, wiped it clean carefully, and returned it to the scabbard.

This was not his sword; it was borrowed from his mother and would have to be returned later.

"Let it be like this."

Li Yiyi whispered to Shi Enguang: "I will keep my promise and will not strike at the innocent of the Shi family."

"The grievances between you and me end here."

And just as he was about to stand up and walk out of the room, he suddenly noticed something in Shi Enguang's bosom flash.

Hmm?

Li Yiyi hesitated for a moment, then still reached his hand into Yue Yi's bosom to grope around, and took out a palm-sized jet-black token.

Li Yiyi looked at the token searched from Shi Enguang's body, frowned, and looked at the only character written on it.

"Di?"

What does this character mean?

Di Mansion?

Li Yiyi did not easily probe his divine sense into it, and after carefully inspecting it, he did not discover any clues; it seemed to be just a simple Wooden Token.

But that light just now was definitely not his illusion; this token would not be as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Hesitating for a moment, Li Yiyi still carefully probed his divine sense into the token.

Hum—

He first felt his divine sense encounter resistance outside the token, and then he felt his consciousness easily pass through a thin membrane.

Then, before he could observe, he heard a voice that could not be identified by gender:

【My name is Di, and I am a Star Constellation Envoy of the Butian Alliance.】

【Whoever obtains my token, regardless of background or race, may all obtain cultivation techniques.】

After the voice finished speaking, Li Yiyi felt a strand of mental energy trying to rush into his mind, so he hurriedly cut off his divine sense and retreated from it.

Butian Alliance? Cultivation techniques?

What is this?

Just as Li Yiyi was hesitating about whether to probe his divine sense in again, the door was gently pushed open, and the person coming in deliberately made some noise.

Creak—

A tall and upright figure holding a Folding Fan walked in, looked around, and finally looked at the young man standing there frowning with lowered brows, asking with a smile:

"Little Thirteen, you haven't come out for so long; have you discovered something?"

Li Fengyao appeared at this murder scene wearing luxurious attire, but neither of them felt it was out of place.

"No."

Although he still couldn't figure out the background of this token, Li Yiyi did not intend to share it with others.

Li Yiyi shook his head, flipped his hand to put the token away, and bowed to Li Fengyao: "For this matter, I must thank the Emperor brother for the guidance."

"Haha, Little Thirteen, you are still too polite." Li Fengyao shook his fan, calmly accepted the bow, and smiled: "I only helped you come up with a few little ideas; it's not worth mentioning."

Li Yiyi was silent and shook his head: "If not for the Emperor brother's guidance, today's events would likely have had many errors and omissions."

Because of the throne, he was not very familiar with this second brother of his before, and he had always unilaterally held some wariness and defiance.

This time he had not intended to seek any help, but in the end, the other party had taken the initiative to come to him and say they wanted to provide him with help.

Li Yiyi thought it was a trap and wanted to refuse, but the sincerity the other party showed made it impossible for him to refuse.

Before Li Yiyi arrived, Li Fengyao had already forced the Hua Family into a desperate situation, just waiting for Li Yiyi to come and finish it off personally.

He had once asked Li Fengyao why he had to go to such lengths? Why did he want to help him do these things?

And Li Fengyao had smiled at the time, and with a strange expression, asked in return:

"My younger brother and his wife are being bullied; as their elder brother, shouldn't I step in to help?"

"Besides, I only helped you do a little bit in advance; how to handle the final outcome is still for you to decide yourself."

"As for Shi Enguang, whether to kill, imprison, or release him—the power of choice is entirely in your hands."

So, young man, what is the choice you have finally made?

Li Fengyao watched the young man, who was stained with blood on his face yet felt no discomfort at all, and the two corpses lying on the ground, and chuckled as he nodded.

Should one say, as expected of a member of the Li Family?

Killing for the first time at this age, and killing the very father-in-law he had just acknowledged.

Calm and composed, without a shred of regret, and even with a hint of excitement that he was hiding.

The blooming of fresh blood made his blood run hot.

"So, are members of the Li Family actually born killers to the bone?"

Li Fengyao recalled this evaluation and shook his head with a sense of boredom, muttering to himself: "Looking at it this way, I, who don't like to do things with my own hands, really don't look like a member of the Li Family at all."

This Second Prince did not think of one thing: although she was not the one who often killed, the number of people who died because of her schemes was far greater than anyone else's.

Her heart was perhaps the coldest one of all.

After thinking these things, Li Fengyao looked easily at Li Yiyi, who had just wiped away the bloodstains, and suddenly asked: "Little Thirteen, you are clear about the consequences of doing this, right?"

"……Of course I am clear."

What Li Yiyi was doing at this moment could not be hidden; paper cannot wrap up fire, and everyone would know what he had done.

Killing a father-in-law, that is a small matter.

The truly major matter is that he personally destroyed two noble families, one of which was his wife's kin.

For noble families and prominent clans, this is the most fatal thing!

It can be said that from the moment he made his choice, no noble family would dare to place their chips on him again.

This also meant that Li Yiyi would completely withdraw from the struggle for the throne.

Li Yiyi wiped the blood from his face, but did not wipe away the black blood that had soaked into his robes, and said indifferently:

"Even if the people of the world knew everything, it is not certain that everyone would believe it; they would rather believe the 'truth' they are willing to believe."

"But so what? For her, I don't care."

At this moment, Li Yiyi's expression and gaze became soft, becoming like that of a young man fitting his age.

"For her, I am willing to bear all of this."

Love.

For love, he disregarded everything.

Li Fengyao narrowed his eyes, studied him for a moment, and said softly:

"Good, I hope that the future you will not make the current you regret."

Li Yiyi chuckled, but his voice was calm and firm:

"No regrets in this life."

Li Fengyao took in Li Yiyi's expression, nodded slowly, and turned to leave while waving his Folding Fan.

"Love……"

In the past, she did not believe in "love," and would only treat Li Yiyi's performance as a disguise, or even as acting to win others over.

Because she had never seen it, she was unwilling to believe it.

But now, having truly witnessed this love, she was somewhat shaken.

No, it was not just because she saw the love of others; there was also that emotion hidden in her own heart.

A mysterious, unfathomable man.

He drifted in, and then suddenly left.

"Ren Yidao, where are you now?"

"Beigan cannot find a single trace of news; where exactly are you now? Have you gone somewhere in the Eastern Wasteland?"

Li Fengyao thought of the only man who made her care, lowered her eyes, and whispered:

"What are you doing?"

"Heh, you have always been restless; it won't be long before I hear news of you."

Thinking about it, he must be doing something earth-shattering at this moment, right?

……

……

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Gui Yan! Crawl faster! Come on!"

"Don't let that rabbit catch up! Come on! Put in more effort!!!"

Demon Emperor City, Eastern Palace.

Ren Yidao was lying lazily on a lounge chair, watching the bustling and heated crowd of demons below.

In the arena, Gui Yan was crawling on the track with a mournful face, trying hard to increase his speed.

And behind him, a burly man with rabbit ears was following slowly with his arms crossed, kicking the turtle shell from time to time.

That's right.

This was precisely the classic event organized by Ren Yidao—the Tortoise and the Hare race!

For this past half-month, Ren Yidao had completely freed himself up.

The Demon Emperor, the State Preceptor, and True Person He and other big shots had no new instructions; only some heaven-proud ones gathered before him.

He turned his head to look at Cang Lan, who was standing to the side, and asked: "So, Yaoyue still cannot meet with us even now, is that right?"

"Yes."

On the second day after succeeding to the Eastern Palace, Ren Yidao utilized his status as Crown Prince to conscript several guards.

One of them was the wolf-eared royal sister standing beside him with an impatient look on her face, little friend Cang Lan.

After receiving the news, Cang Lan had originally wanted to refuse, but for some reason, she changed her mind in the end and came to the Eastern Palace with a stinking face.

"What about the Mingyue Priestess? Still out and not yet returned?"

"Yes."

Looking at Cang Lan's impatient appearance of not wanting to say an extra half-sentence, Ren Yidao smiled and did not mind: "Fine, I understand."

"Never mind her, Cang Lanlan is still the one who treats me well."

Cang Lan:?

"You!!!"