Gu Xie Could No Longer Hold Back

The fire had broken out without warning. Seeing that things were going badly, Gu Xie realized that if he burned to death here, there would be no point talking about filial piety.

Besides, he was a mortal now and couldn't use magic.

There wasn't enough time to wait for the fire to die down or for someone to rescue him. There was only one way to survive. Gritting his teeth, he adjusted his posture and jumped from the top of the granary.

He was lucky. He had only broken a leg.

A day later, Gu Xie lay there with no will to live. No one in the family was looking after him. He didn't even deserve a bed; he could only lie on a straw mat, covered with a straw blanket.

"Son, are you all right?" his father asked, feigning concern.

Gu Xie thought, I'm lying here like this, and you're asking if I'm all right? If you hadn't started the fire, I wouldn't have nearly burned to death!

If this were reality, he would have killed his father several times over by now. But this was a trial, and it tested filial piety. He could only suppress his fury and force a smile. "Father, I'm fine."

His father sighed in relief. "See? I told you there was no need to have the physician prescribe medicine. It'd be a waste of money. You've been sturdy since you were little. You'll recover without medicine."

"You're right, Father."

At mealtime, Gu Xie's stepmother said in a shrill voice, "When will he get better? We can't keep a cripple in the house."

Three months later, Gu Xie had finally recovered enough to get back to work.

Another three months passed. Gu Xie's father came to him and said that every other family had