If I Really Slapped You to Death a Few Minutes Early, You'd Be Unhappy Again

Time passed quickly, and nearly two years vanished in the blink of an eye.

Over those two years, the Lin Family of Qingyang Town changed the most—or rather, Lin Dong, who possessed the Ancestor Stone and whose cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, changed the most.

During that time, Lin Dong obtained a Fire Python Tiger from the Hunting Tournament, helped the family acquire the deed to Tiemu Estate, and discovered a Yang Yuan Stone Mine beneath it.

Still, he truly deserved to be called a protagonist. Whenever he got sleepy, someone always came along to offer him a pillow.

First, Yan City's only talisman master passed on everything he had learned in his lifetime to him. Later, he made an agreement for a life-and-death duel with Yue Shan, a bandit at the peak of the Yuan Dan Realm.

Of course.

Fu Ye did not have Lin Xia, whose strength had long since entered the Nirvana Realm, intervene in this matter.

After all, if she got involved, there would be nothing interesting left afterward.

The day of the agreed life-and-death duel.

Yan City.

"Master, the grapes in season are really sweet!"

Beside the duel arena, Lin Xia peeled grapes for Fu Ye with a smile in her eyes. Not far from her, however, the Lin Family's Core Disciples all wore miserable expressions.

Fu Ye lazily sat up and comfortably enjoyed being fed by his obedient disciple.

When Qing Tan saw this, her little mouth pouted so much it nearly reached the sky.

"Brother Fu Ye is bad. Now that he has Sister Lin Xia, he doesn't want Qing Tan anymore."

Feng Qing'er, who sat nearby, merely watched Qing Tan's aggrieved little expression in silence, a faint smile curling at her lips.

For her, watching this little sister Qing Tan