Chapter 89: Your Dad is My Brother! (5K, First Update)

"Senior Brother, it seems very noisy outside. Has something happened?"

Yu Yu lifted the curtain and poked her head out to look outside.

Then, this young girl from a small town was shocked by the scene before her eyes!

How lively!

This is Beigan, where everyone has their own things to do.

"Foster Father, Foster Father! What are they doing?"

"Are they celebrating something? Why is a group of people gathered there cheering?"

"And why is that person being trampled by a horse? Should we go help him?"

How pitiful.

Why is that horse still thrusting like that?

Ren Yidao admired his masterpiece for a while and smilingly patted the ignorant girl's head.

"No need to worry about them; that is their way of deepening their bond."

"Look, isn't it neighing very happily?"

Neigh—

The warhorse let out a long whinny and excitedly brought its front hooves down again.

Yet the youth who had fallen from the horse dared not meet the force head-on, fearing he might injure his beloved steed, and was forced to dodge back and forth.

His helmet had fallen off when he tumbled from the horse, revealing the face of a youth who looked heroic but had somewhat sinister-looking brows and eyes.

At this moment, his heart was filled with panic and confusion, and he shouted loudly:

"Dahei! It's me, Dahei! What on earth is wrong with you?"

While dodging and weaving, the youth noticed the warhorse's crotch...

!!?

Is it in heat?

But that shouldn't be!

"It shouldn't be time yet..."

The youth probably wouldn't guess even if he racked his brains that a meddlesome fox had played a dirty trick on his Dahei.

Regarding this, the criminal suspect Ren Yidao states that this is pure, unadulterated slander!

"This isn't a dirty trick; I clearly rewarded it quite well."

The spells of a Fox Demon are not as simple as merely causing damage.

【Eight-Tailed Heavenly Fox, skilled in bewitchment, body possesses a strange fragrance; those who smell it are moved by passion.】

What Fox Demons are best at will always be bewitchment-type spells.

Although Ren Yidao does not often do this in his daily life, it does not mean that he, a fox spirit, is not skilled in these bloodline-inherited spells.

On the contrary, his talent in this area is shockingly high, perhaps even higher than his talent in cultivation.

It is just that in his daily life, Ren Yidao prefers to make his enemies' heads swell with blood in a different way rather than making their blood surge with bewitchment.

Simply reverse the senses, mobilize the body's Qi and blood, and then add a tiny bit of special seasoning...

In plain language, it means feeding that black horse some aphrodisiac, and the kind with a particularly strong and immediate effect at that.

He also thoughtfully set its target for being in heat to be its master.

After a brief moment of pain came the pleasure that drove the warhorse mad, causing its eyes to turn red and the muscles all over its body to engorge with blood.

The black horse stared at the youth with bloodshot eyes, and in its simple brain, there was only one simple thought:

"Usually you ride me, now it's my turn to ride you!"

A warhorse shall never be a slave!

It is time for the roles of attacker and defender to change!

Watching the man and horse confronting each other over there, two classic lines flashed through Ren Yidao's mind:

"Should good people be pointed at by guns?"

And.

"Choose my staff or the fire-poker?"

Pfft.

He was amused.

It wasn't just Ren Yidao who couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The onlookers were already full of anger at the youth's previous overbearing manner, and at this moment, many of them started laughing.

The youth glared fiercely, but he didn't expect that after a moment of silence, those people laughed even louder.

Damn it!

You bunch of lowly commoners, you really deserve to die!

With a cold snort, the youth's expression turned gloomy.

Continuing like this would only make him the laughingstock of more people; he had to resolve it as soon as possible.

Neigh!

Looking at his beloved horse still pointing its "gun" at him, his face twitched, but he finally made up his mind to end this farce.

Even if it meant hurting his beloved horse, there was no other way; he would just have to nurse it back to health later...

But just before he prepared to act, he heard a cold snort.

"Hmph! Evil beast! How dare you commit such violence and chaos here!"

Clang—

Hearing the sound of a blade being drawn from its scabbard, the young man's expression changed drastically, and he roared in a fit of rage:

"Stop!"

The person who had struck did not pay any attention at all; a desolate silver light flew down from the city wall, slashing toward the still-excited warhorse.

"I told you to stop!!!"

The young man erupted into action, slamming a fist toward the incoming sword light.

Boom!

The sword and fist collided, emitting a massive roar that shattered the surrounding debris.

The sword light, which should have sliced the warhorse directly in half, was deflected by the light punch... it only just managed to hack off the horse's head.

Thud.

The horse's head fell, and the fresh blood spraying from the wound drenched the playboy's head.

"Dahei!!?"

Seeing the warhorse—which he didn't even dare to squeeze with his legs too hard when riding—reduced to such a miserable state, his eyes turned red instantly, and he looked back to glare at the city wall.

"Damn it, you dare to kill my horse!!?"

"Who is it!? Get out here!!! No matter who you are, you won't be able to get away!"

Upon hearing this, the person who had wielded the sword let out a cold snort full of disdain.

"Run? Why would I run?"

Then, a noble-looking young man dressed in white appeared on the city wall, leaped down gracefully, and landed in front of the playboy.

"Wang Yuchen, you also want me, Song Chengyi, to step aside? Are you worthy?"

Frowning as he looked at the disheveled playboy covered in blood and filth, he flicked open his Folding Fan and fanned it in front of him, as if to blow away the foul air here.

Already filled with rage he couldn't vent, seeing his enemy only made his eyes burn with even greater hatred.

Wang Yuchen exploded on the spot, pointing at the other's nose and unleashing a torrent of abuse:

"***! Song Chengyi! ***! ****!!!"

"Song Chengyi! You hypocrite who has no asshole when you give birth to children! Are you trying to act like a big shot here!?"

"Are you fucking sick in the head? Why did you kill my horse?"

No matter how Wang Yuchen cursed, Song Chengyi maintained an air of disdain for arguing with him, raising his fan to block the spit flying from the other's mouth.

One was a playboy type who rode a horse to hurt people, full of filth, with foul language spilling from his mouth.

The other was a man in white holding a sword, acting righteously, with a noble temperament, who had angrily slain the evil horse.

Comparing the two, people increasingly felt that this Wang Yuchen was a degenerate, and Song Chengyi's image grew ever more towering.

Feeling the surrounding gazes gradually shifting toward him, Song Chengyi chuckled inwardly, closed his Folding Fan, and spoke in a clear, loud voice:

"Hmph, do you still think you're in the right for riding a horse and hurting people in a busy street? Do you think this is still your Wang Family's territory?"

"You rode here to commit violence, and the only reason I didn't kill you is because the laws of Beigan protect you. I have already been this merciful, yet you still dare to act insolently!?"

Pressing his advantage, Song Chengyi, bolstered by the public sentiment of the place, launched a lethal interrogation at Wang Yuchen:

"If your Wang Family dares to act like this in Wentian, I wonder how arrogant you would be elsewhere. Is there truly no law of Heaven in your eyes!?"

These were words that struck at the Heart.

From the moment Song Chengyi struck to the moment he appeared, everything was for the sake of saying these words, to hook out the anger in the hearts of the onlookers.

Sure enough, the hot-headed Wang Yuchen spoke with disdain:

"Law of Heaven? I don't know it, screw your law of..."

But although he was a playboy, he wasn't completely brainless, and he came to his senses at the very last moment.

Then he became completely blood-enraged!

"Song Chengyi, you want to frame me!?"

Seeing that his plan had failed, Song Chengyi turned to rebuke him with righteous indignation:

"Shut up! Stop spouting nonsense! It was your own actions and your own words, what does that have to do with me! At the feet of the Son of Heaven, you dare tell me you don't know the law of Heaven?"

"You!?"

Realizing he couldn't refute this, Wang Yuchen panicked for a moment, but soon sneered:

"You're playing this game with me, right? Fine!"

At this critical juncture, Wang Yuchen thought very clearly.

Since he couldn't get away, the only way was to drag the other party down with him.

Damn it, playing dirty with me, right?

Then let's all go down together!

"Is your Song Family so clean? There have been no shortage of people going missing in Song City in Jiangnan, right? Are you really completely unaware of the reason?"

This was also a remark that struck at the Heart, directly hitting the weak spot of the Song Family.

Song Chengyi felt the surrounding gazes begin to turn hesitant, and he braced himself to roar:

"Naturally I am unaware. Furthermore, my Song Family has always been cooperating with the government in the investigation. Stop your continued babbling!"

"I am telling the truth!"

"Shut up!!!"

Boom!

The two confronted each other, neither giving an inch.

"What a great show!"

The melon-eating spectator Ren Yidao clapped his hands in satisfaction, offering his sincere respects to the two leads and the prop horse.

Clap, clap, clap, clap!

"Brilliant, brilliant, truly not bad."

Truly interesting.

It's a pity there's no popcorn, otherwise it would be perfect.

From the noisy discussions around him, Ren Yidao captured a few words that appeared with the highest frequency.

"Jiangnan", "Song Family", "Wang Family", "the two families are at odds"...

Added to Song Chengyi's perfectly timed entrance and accusation, it was not hard to deduce the hostile relationship between the Song Family and the Wang Family.

Belonging to the same region, conflicts and friction were naturally inevitable, as both sides wanted to put the other to death to annex the other's sphere of influence.

Song Chengyi's timing for his intervention and his decision to kill the horse were decisive enough, and his performance was passable, but he was a bit too eager for quick success at the end.

He was too anxious to lure Wang Yuchen into a trap, and as a result, his cleverness backfired, and he was caught by the other party at the final moment.

The foreshadowing, climax, and twist were all there; all that remained was a hasty conclusion.

He had seen enough fun, and the rest was nothing interesting.

Nodding to Yang Wusheng who was driving the carriage, they bypassed the two people in a standoff and the onlookers, heading toward the city.

"Let's go, let's go, the show is over, time to leave."

This farce gave Ren Yidao an intuitive understanding of the current situation in Wentian City.

It truly is a place where winds and clouds gather.

In one word: chaotic.

In two words: fucking chaotic, family!

Whether it was that playboy Wang Yuchen who rode his horse recklessly, or the seemingly chivalrous Song Chengyi, neither of them seemed to take the Emperor seriously.

These aristocratic disciples, accustomed to running wild in their fiefdoms, had not yet learned how to lower their noble heads in the capital.

The two aristocratic disciples were actors, and the onlookers were the audience.

It's just a pity for that black horse; just like a friend of mine, it was reincarnated without ever having a good time before it died.

How pitiful.

The carriage began to move, and Shi Xue inside the carriage pulled back the curtain to speak to Ren Yidao:

"Daoist Ren, how is the situation?"

After thinking for a moment, Ren Yidao said with a straight face:

"Everything is normal, no big problems, let's enter the city."

"Nothing major, just two people who exchanged opinions intensely because a horse died."

Shi Xue raised an eyebrow, couldn't help but roll her eyes, and retreated back into the carriage, not wanting to look at this guy anymore.

I just didn't look outside, I'm not deaf; what kind of nonsense are you spouting?

She had been worried that Ren Yidao would get a bad impression of Wentian because of this scene, but it seemed she had worried too much.

This guy simply could not be judged by common sense.

His way of thinking was simply not like that of a normal person!

If he knew of Shi Xue's worries, Ren Yidao would probably laugh out loud.

What am I afraid of?

My brother is here!

What do I have to be afraid of!

Besides, this scene wasn't big enough.

Not even a person died, what's there to be afraid of just because a horse died...

Thinking this, Ren Yidao noticed a strange silence appear behind him, as if someone had been grabbed by the throat.

Hm?

Then, he heard an astonishing shout erupt from behind him.

All the onlookers were shouting the same name.

"It's the Ninth Princess! The Ninth Princess has arrived!"

"The Ninth Princess is here!"

"The Ninth Princess!"

They shouted with all their might, like crazy, die-hard fans who had just seen their idol.

"Li Qiushui is here?"

Listening to the noise behind him, Ren Yidao turned his head, and then immediately narrowed his eyes.

He saw a flash of sword light.

Looking at the momentum alone, it was much simpler than Song Chengyi's sword light from before, looking completely ordinary.

On the surface, this strike had no technique to speak of; it was just a calm, forward thrust of the sword, but it made Ren Yidao's pupils shrink suddenly.

"This strike..."

Clang.

Only then did Ren Yidao hear the sound of the Long Sword leaving its sheath!

Thump, thump.

Song Chengyi and Wang Yuchen, who had been fighting fiercely just a moment ago, all fell heavily to the ground at this moment.

A bloodstain had appeared between the eyebrows of both of them.

Under a single sword strike, all were dead!

Until the very moment their Divine Soul was extinguished, these two had not realized their death was near, their expressions still maintaining arrogance and disdain.

Li Qiushui carried her blood-stained Long Sword, stepping slowly over the corpses that still held residual warmth.

She did not even glance at them, as if she had casually crushed two insects to death.

She gazed at the familiar carriage, wanting to find a familiar gaze.

But in the end, she only saw a pair of eyes smiling like crescent moons.

Coming from a certain well-loved fox.

"……Tsk."

Secretly curling her lip, Li Qiushui slightly lifted her chin, gave a light huff, and withdrew her gaze.

Nodding toward Li Qiushui, Ren Yidao turned around with a beaming smile.

Heh.

Having been explicitly disliked, Ren Yidao was not angry; instead, he stroked his chin and began to reflect.

"So, this is the Ninth Princess people speak of?"

The Ninth Princess of Beigan, a once-in-a-millennium genius of sword cultivation, a strong contender for the next Emperor.

"So, did I see her true face from the very beginning?"

The one who would cry, laugh, act spoiled toward Shi Xue, and secretly sneak off to touch someone else's fox was Li Qiushui.

And is this one who walks the path of a king and hegemon the real Ninth Princess?

"Interesting."

"I am becoming increasingly curious about the Emperor who could produce such a daughter."

Li Long, what kind of person are you, really?

"Before this, I had never been so interested in a man."

……

……

"Come, come, come! Please, come right in!"

"The two Daoists must be Ling'er's fellow sect members!"

When the carriage of Ren Yidao and the others arrived at the residence, a handsome young man who looked to be about thirty years old came out to greet them.

Then he gave Ren Yidao a solid, forceful hug and patted his back hard.

Slap, slap, slap!

"Ling'er has been taken care of by you two; I am deeply grateful!"

Ren Yidao:?

Until he was released, Ren Yidao remained in a daze.

Who am I? Where am I?

What just happened?

Why didn't I dodge... Oh!

Such a gap in strength was something Ren Yidao had only experienced from a serious Jing Yueqin over these years.

Then, the identity of this person was not hard to guess.

Realizing the other party's identity, Ren Yidao looked meaningfully at the young man who was exchanging pleasantries and thanks with Yu Yu.

So it was you, kid!

My brother from another mother, whom I have known in Spirit Communion for so long, my brother Li Long!

Li Long, the Beiganhuangdi, a cultivator of the Heaven Realm.

Before Li Long and Li Lingling could speak, Ren Yidao cut in first, cupping his hands and saying:

"You are too polite, brother! You must be Junior Sister Li's older brother, right? Please don't be so formal about Junior Sister Li's affairs; there is no need to talk about favors between fellow sect members, it is only what we should do."

Li Lingling was stunned for a moment, her brain unable to process this for a second.

Eh...

What did Senior Brother Ren just say?

Older brother? Who?

While she was bewildered, Ren Yidao had already smilingly grabbed Li Long's palm, shaking it up and down.

"Brother Li, please don't be so formal; don't call us Daoist anymore, how distant that is!"

"Just call me Yidao directly."

?

???

"Sen, Senior Brother! You, you, you..."

Don't just say whatever you want!

That's not my brother, that's my father!!!

Not only that, he is the current Beiganhuangdi!

Looking at the Emperor in panic, Li Lingling was terrified that Ren Yidao's presumptuous actions would enrage Li Long.

But unexpectedly, not only was there no anger on Li Long's face, but his smile was actually brilliant.

It was a brilliant smile that even Li Lingling had rarely seen before.

Eh?

The next moment, Li Lingling's worldview collapsed.

She watched helplessly as her father, the Emperor who shook the Four Seas and possessed such immense majesty, threw his arm around Senior Brother Ren's shoulder with a face full of joy.

"Hahaha! Good, good, good! Since you've said as much, I shall be bold and call you Brother Yidao!"

"You may call me... hmm, just call me Brother Long."

Hearing this form of address, Ren Yidao's expression nearly cracked.

Brother Long? Breast augmentation?

Managing to suppress the urge to retort with great difficulty, he went along with the flow and said:

"Then I shall not stand on ceremony. Greetings, Brother Long!"

Forget it, he isn't even embarrassed, why should I be embarrassed for him?

"Hahaha, greetings, Brother Yidao!"

Hahahaha!

The two fellows, each harboring their own secret agendas, burst into laughter after locking eyes, then walked into the residence while affectionately holding each other's arms.

This scene caused the pupils of Shi Xue, who had just stepped down from the carriage, to quake.

"Ah!!?"

Her exclamation caused the two men, who were chatting happily, to turn their heads back, and Li Long blinked, smiling:

"Eh? Xiaoxue, why are you here too? Did you come to find your mother?"

"What? Do you not recognize your cousin anymore?"

What cousin!?

Shi Xue wore a look of resistance; she did not want to play this twisted game of house with her uncle at all.

Are you all sick in the head!

But looking at his eager gaze as he kept blinking, she finally turned her head away with a look of utter despair and spoke with difficulty:

"Mm... hello, cousin."

This Beigan is finished.