Li Xu, the refined-looking youth with a loose tongue, got exactly the beating he had asked for. That very day, Li Lin gave him a vicious thrashing. He was deeply unconvinced, feeling that the excuse his aunt had found was far too careless: she said he had been standing there, his shadow blocking the flowers and plants she grew.
"What kind of rotten excuse is that?!" Li Xu was still indignant even now. Wasn't she just looking for an excuse to straighten him out? Even the reason was so crude—this was downright bullying.
But there was nothing he could do. She was his biological aunt; he could not even utter any harsh threats.
Wang Xuan merely smiled. He had warned Li Xu long ago, yet Li Xu had refused to listen. Who could he blame?
"Can't you show a little backbone?" He egged Wang Xuan on. After all, Wang Xuan was the male lead in those rumors, and Li Xu always felt his temper was far too good.
"What do you expect me to do? I'm no match for your aunt either," Wang Xuan said mildly.
"Forget it!"
Over the following period, Wang Xuan studied all kinds of scriptures: the 14-style Origin Sword Scripture, a remnant volume of the Mythological Prison, the Dao Evolution Fist he had brought out of the Dusk Wonder, as well as the Slash Form Chapter and others.
His days were fulfilling, every moment of every day packed full.
Of course, what he cared about most was still "six breaks." This was a realm no one had ever set foot in before, so he naturally attached immense importance to it.
He was waiting for his Spine Dragon Bone to transform and undergo nirvana. Every day, portions of Imperial Dao Texture flew into his skullcap; this