Whoever Bullies My Son, I'll Kill Them

After Jiang Shuyue left, and Wang Shiyong's entire family went to the clinic to treat their injuries, Wang Shiyong's younger brother disregarded his own wounds and hurried to the Zhennan Marquis Estate to find Wang Shiyong.

Wang Shiyong's younger brother spent twenty taels of silver to ask a guard to deliver a message, finally managing to see Wang Shiyong quickly.

Naturally, they met outside the side gate of the Zhennan Marquis Estate.

Ordinary people could not enter the Zhennan Marquis Estate, much less the younger brother of an Eighth-Rank Servant.

"Little brother, your arm..." When Wang Shiyong saw his younger brother, his expression changed at once. He immediately asked, "Who did this? Tell me, and I'll have his entire family killed! How dare he bully someone under my protection? Doesn't he know I belong to the Zhennan Marquis Estate?"

After robbing Zhao Ping'an's alchemy ingredients once, he had sold them for seven hundred taels of silver. If he robbed him another two or three times, he would have more than enough to buy a Primordial Sea Pill. It left him high-spirited and brimming with excitement.

"Brother, did you rob someone's things?" Wang Shiyong's younger brother asked with a tearful face. "His Mother came to our home and raised hell. Everyone in the family was beaten until their faces were covered in blood. Other than the children, Dad, Mother, Sister-in-law, and I all had an arm broken by that vicious woman."

"What?" Wang Shiyong was greatly shocked, then flew into a rage. Instinctively, he said, "She... she dared..."

Wang Shiyong's younger brother hurriedly said, "Brother, don't rob that person's herbs anymore. That vicious woman said that if you don't return what you took to her son and apologize, she'll kill our whole family, including you."

Hearing such a grave threat, Wang Shiyong had no choice but to calm down.

After thinking for a moment, he told his younger brother, "Go home and take care of Dad and Mother first. I'll handle this matter!"

"Brother, you have to return those things to him. Even if you don't care whether Dad and Mother live or die, at least think about Sister-in-law and your two nephews," Wang Shiyong's younger brother pleaded.

"I know what I'm doing," Wang Shiyong said impatiently. He took out fifty taels of silver and stuffed them into his younger brother's hand. "Go back and take good care of Dad and Mother."

He had finally found a source of wealth to buy a Primordial Sea Pill. He did not want to give it up so easily.

For the past two days, his mind had been filled with thoughts of buying a Primordial Sea Pill, opening up an Essence Sea, becoming a Primordial Sea Realm expert, and then advancing into the Divine Treasury Realm.

Even so, possessing a Primordial Sea Pill did not necessarily mean he could open up an Essence Sea.

With that, he turned and prepared to return to the Zhennan Marquis Estate.

Whoosh—

A gust of sword wind suddenly slashed down before him, frightening him into hastily retreating one Zhang.

The next moment, he saw an incomparably beautiful woman appear before him, her entire body radiating killing intent and a longsword in her hand.

When Wang Shiyong's younger brother saw the beautiful woman, he immediately cried out in terror, "It's her! It's her!"

It turned out that after Jiang Shuyue warned Wang Shiyong's family, she had not truly left. Instead, she hid nearby and watched them. When she saw Wang Shiyong's younger brother heading to the Zhennan Marquis Estate, she quietly followed him.

She knew the Zhennan Marquis Estate had strict rules. She had expected that if Wang Shiyong's younger brother wanted to see Wang Shiyong, Wang Shiyong could only come outside.

After overhearing the conversation between the two brothers, Jiang Shuyue discovered that Wang Shiyong had no intention of stopping. Her killing intent could no longer be restrained.

"Wang Shiyong, you dared to bully my son. You deserve to die!" Jiang Shuyue shouted sharply.

The next moment, before Wang Shiyong could utter a word of plea, she unleashed Spirit Star Swordplay and charged at him.

Wang Shiyong turned and fled in panic, shouting at the same time, "Brother He, Brother Zhou, save me..."

The so-called Brother He and Brother Zhou were gate guards of the Zhennan Marquis Estate, stationed nearby.

However, Jiang Shuyue was far too much stronger than him. Before he could even finish calling for help, she had already caught up to him and severed his head from behind with one stroke of her sword.

"Bold! You dare murder someone before the gates of the Zhennan Marquis Estate!" Several furious shouts rang out from behind.

Jiang Shuyue did not immediately flee. Instead, she stopped and turned to face the Zhennan Marquis Estate guards charging toward her, allowing them to surround her.

"Take her down first!" the leading guard ordered.

Jiang Shuyue held her head high and shouted sternly, "Who dares make a move? So long as Zhao Yingpeng still has any shame, all of you will die!"

Upon hearing the name "Zhao Yingpeng," all the guards hurriedly stopped and took a step back in fright.

Zhao Yingpeng was the Young Lord of their Zhennan Marquis Estate, the next Zhennan Marquis.

"Who are you?" the leading guard asked.

At the same time, he sized Jiang Shuyue up. Other than the killing intent surrounding her, she was stunningly beautiful—the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even Su Yingluo, the Young Lord's Wife, whom he had once been fortunate enough to glimpse from afar, fell short by a measure.

He could not help guessing that the woman before him was most likely the Young Lord's woman.

Jiang Shuyue disdained answering him, but she had no intention of leaving immediately either.

She wanted to make this matter blow up, so that everyone in the Zhennan Marquis Estate would know that whoever dared bully her son Zhao Ping'an would die!

Seeing that Jiang Shuyue would not answer, the leading guard said to another guard, "He Feng, hurry and report this to Captain Liu."

The guard accepted the order and immediately raced into the Zhennan Marquis Estate.

In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a middle-aged man clad in armor and exuding a solid, powerful aura emerged from the Zhennan Marquis Estate with a group of men.

That man was Captain Liu, the vice captain responsible for guarding the Zhennan Marquis Estate.

When he saw Jiang Shuyue, he silently thought, So it really is her.

In truth, he did not want to step forward and deal with this.

"Concubine Jiang, why did you kill someone before the Zhennan Marquis Estate? And even kill someone from the Zhennan Marquis Estate?" Vice Captain Liu asked in a deep voice.

Jiang Shuyue pointed her sword at Wang Shiyong's corpse. "This man dared bully my son Zhao Ping'an and rob him of his things. He deserved to die!"

"No matter who it is, they will all die!"

Vice Captain Liu was slightly stunned. An Eighth-Rank Servant had actually been blind enough to rob the Young Lord's eldest illegitimate son. No matter how little Zhao Ping'an was favored by the Young Lord, he was still one of the masters.

Could it be that the Young Lord's Wife had secretly instructed him to do it?

Vice Captain Liu instantly felt that this matter was exceedingly thorny. Had he known, he would rather have borne the blame for negligence than come out to handle this mess of household infighting.

Forget it. He should just pretend to be confused.

"If that is the case, then he deserved ten thousand deaths. Since he has been killed, so be it." After saying that, Vice Captain Liu waved broadly at the guards surrounding Jiang Shuyue. "Withdraw!"

Then he turned and returned to the Zhennan Marquis Estate.

Seeing that her goal had basically been achieved, Jiang Shuyue did not waste any words and left directly.

Wang Shiyong's death at Jiang Shuyue's hands was quietly dropped within the Zhennan Marquis Estate.

However, the matter had largely spread among the estate's servants and maids. Though Zhao Ping'an had no one to rely on within the Zhennan Marquis Estate, outside it, he still had a Mother who would kill at the drop of a hat.

Life returned to calm, and Zhao Ping'an continued his alchemy routine.

He realized that Chen Donglai frequently carrying alchemy ingredients into the Zhennan Marquis Estate was too conspicuous. He wrote a letter to his grandfather Jiang Wen, asking to borrow a Cosmos Sack for Chen Donglai so that Chen Donglai could use it to purchase and transport alchemy ingredients.

A Cosmos Sack was a spatial storage tool that appeared to be only palm-sized but could actually hold several cubic meters of items. It was rather expensive, often costing several thousand taels of silver.

After being confined in the Zhennan Marquis Estate for over three months, Zhao Ping'an had consumed every Ten Thousand Year Ginseng Pill. He had gained an enormous quantity of pure True Essence, which gathered in his Essence Sea and formed a vast ocean of True Essence.

Yet his Essence Sea was only filled by a few tenths.

After finishing the Ten Thousand Year Ginseng Pills, Zhao Ping'an remembered the Golden Dragon Binding Cord that had been lying at the bottom of his storage for so long.

Confined within the Zhennan Marquis Estate, he could not ask Jiang Wen how to refine the Golden Serpent Binding Cord.

Left with no alternative, he could only ask Old Black.

Whenever Zhao Ping'an thought of Old Black, he became annoyed.

Old Black had no sense of duty whatsoever. He often disappeared without a trace, sometimes vanishing for two or three days at a stretch.

If someone truly wanted to harm him, by the time Old Black returned, his corpse would have been stiff for days.

Late the next night, Old Black, who had disappeared for two days, finally returned.

"Senior Old Black, you always disappear without a trace. If someone in the Zhennan Marquis Estate wanted to snuff out an Unrivaled Genius like me, would you make it back in time to save me?" Zhao Ping'an complained deliberately.

Old Black said disdainfully, "Don't underestimate a dog. I peed on you and left a mark. The moment you're in danger, I'll know immediately and rush back."

"Only a ghost would believe you. Last time you peed on my leg, you were obviously sleepwalking and mistook me for a pillar," Zhao Ping'an said dismissively.

Old Black said, "Believe it or not."

After chatting nonsense for a while, Zhao Ping'an gradually steered the subject toward how to use Spirit Artifacts.

Old Black immediately asked, "You have a Spirit Artifact?"

"No!" Zhao Ping'an instantly denied it, worried that Old Black would discover the Golden Dragon Binding Cord and demand a new division of the spoils. "I'm just bored and curious."

Old Black rolled his eyes at Zhao Ping'an. "Then what's there to talk about?"

"Too many skills never weigh a person down. Knowing more is always beneficial," Zhao Ping'an said. "Tell me about it. Don't tell me you don't know either?"

"A Spirit Artifact is nothing special," Old Black said in a boastful, offhand manner. "It doesn't even taste good."

Zhao Ping'an said, "..."

Nevertheless, Old Black still explained how to refine a Spirit Artifact.

Zhao Ping'an listened with half belief and half doubt. When Old Black finished, Zhao Ping'an narrowed his eyes and opened the panel to check. Sure enough, a new skill had appeared: Myriad Spirit Refinement Art [Earth Rank] (0/).

He was inwardly shocked. Old Black really had some skill. The Spirit Artifact refinement art he had casually taught was actually an Earth Rank technique.

The grades of cultivation methods, martial techniques, and spells were: low-grade, middle-grade, high-grade, top-grade, Mystic Grade, Earth Rank, Heaven Rank, Saint Rank, and Emperor Rank.

"Did you understand?" Old Black asked Zhao Ping'an with a faintly mocking smile as Zhao Ping'an opened his eyes again.

Zhao Ping'an suppressed the shock in his heart and pretended not to care. "More or less, but I think you made most of it up."

"Haha, then let's say I made it up," Old Black did not deny.

He continued, "Kid, I think your comprehension is quite high. How about I pass down a divine art to you? My divine art has no requirements for one's innate foundation. Even a Mortal Body can cultivate it."

"Back then, this old dog was also an ordinary dog..." As he spoke to this point, a distant, weathered memory surfaced in his cloudy dog eyes.

"No need." Zhao Ping'an refused without a second thought. "I don't want to turn into a dog."

He already possessed the Dao Scripture, the most supreme cultivation method. There was no way he would cultivate another method.

"What's wrong with being a dog? You dare look down on dogs!" Old Black protested indignantly. "Tell me, what's so bad about being a dog?"

Zhao Ping'an was speechless. He truly could not think of anything bad about being a dog.

Seeing Zhao Ping'an at a loss for words, Old Black continued, "My divine art is called Sun Devouring Divine Art. Once cultivated to its peak, it can swallow the sun in one bite."

"Bragging!" Zhao Ping'an said disdainfully. "If Sun Devouring Divine Art is so powerful, why is the sun still there?"

Old Black was somewhat speechless and guiltily said, "Isn't it because I haven't cultivated it to the peak yet?"

Seeing that Zhao Ping'an was unwilling to learn it, Old Black gave up.

Old Black seemed to recall some distant past as he asked, "Kid, after the Human Race stands supreme alone, what do you think will become of the Great Barrens?"

"You've really asked the right person. I know!" Zhao Ping'an said with certainty. "After the Human Race stands supreme alone, it will surely suppress all races that pose potential threats. But the Human Race will not wipe them all out. Instead, it will find every possible way to protect those races on the verge of extinction and allow them to multiply."

"Is that so?" Old Black did not quite believe him.

"It's true!" Zhao Ping'an's voice was full of conviction. "The Human Race is great. Our ideals will not be confined to the land, because there is still the sky, and the sea of stars..."

Old Black stared blankly at Zhao Ping'an. He could see Zhao Ping'an's absolute certainty, as though he had personally seen it and lived through it.

He began to take an interest in Zhao Ping'an's thoughts and insights, despite Zhao Ping'an being only a little brat barely over four years old.