Long Xingyu's Cuckoldry Delusion

Long Haochen did not want to continue arguing with Long Xingyu either, so he obediently faced the wall and reflected on his mistakes.

Long Haochen thought that he had already fallen into conflict with Long Xingyu before they had even formally acknowledged each other. If they did not resolve it, it would probably harm their future relationship.

Long Haochen recalled one of Feng Xiu's sayings: Sometimes, an appropriate retreat was often more effective than blind aggression. What was too rigid was easily broken.

Changing Long Xingyu's ingrained way of thinking was not something that could be done overnight. For the sake of the plans ahead, Long Haochen had to yield for now.

Having thought it through, Long Haochen was no longer troubled. Facing the wall, he put on a show of earnestly reflecting on his mistakes.

Long Xingyu came outside, his chest heaving violently. Clearly, his anger had yet to subside.

"Those things definitely weren't taught to him by Yue'er. Could it be..."

A terrifying thought surfaced in Long Xingyu's mind once more.

"Could Haochen really not be my son, but his?"

This thought had appeared in Long Xingyu's mind more than once. Before, he had not dared to be certain, but Long Haochen's behavior today caused it to emerge again.

Long Haochen's appearance came to mind. Long Xingyu tried hard to find features that resembled his own, but aside from the shape of his face and the color of his hair, Long Haochen bore no other resemblance to him.

Long Haochen's eyes were blue, while both he and Bai Yue had black eyes. Feng Xiu's eyes seemed to be blue.

Long Haochen's spiritual energy and innate spiritual power were far beyond ordinary. That was the mark of the Heaven-defying Demon Dragon Clan.

Long Haochen was nine this year, and Bai Yue had been taken away by Feng Xiu exactly ten years ago.

Long Haochen was fond of the Demon Race and advocated peaceful coexistence between humans and demons.

All this so-called evidence seemed to confirm the terrifying thought in Long Xingyu's heart. He could not help but speculate in that direction.

Having confirmed his suspicion, Long Xingyu began to tremble violently with rage.

Not only had his wife been violated by his enemy, she had even borne his enemy a son!

Then I'll raise his son and make his son kill him someday!

Three hours later.

"Teacher Xingyu, I admit my mistake. I won't dare do it again," Long Haochen said with his head lowered.

Faced with Long Haochen's surrender, Long Xingyu merely looked at him coldly.

Long Xingyu did not care whether Long Haochen had truly realized his mistake. His mind had already been blinded by jealousy and the desire for revenge. He had only one thought now: raise Long Haochen well and carry out his plan for revenge.

"Eat first. I'll teach you how to cultivate later."

After saying that, Long Xingyu took out all sorts of food from his storage equipment and placed them on the wooden table.

White rice, two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, chicken soup, and two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

In an eerie atmosphere, Long Xingyu and Long Haochen quietly ate a simple dinner.

"This is for you."

Long Xingyu tossed a pair of emerald-green bamboo swords to Long Haochen.

Long Haochen casually swung the bamboo swords. Though they were not as heavy as the wooden swords he had used before, they were extremely tough and well suited for training.

Long Xingyu grabbed Long Haochen by the collar at the back of his neck and, as if carrying a chick, took him flying down the mountain. Long Haochen did not suspect anything despite Long Xingyu's somewhat rough treatment, believing that Long Xingyu was still angry over their earlier argument.

In the time it took to burn a stick of incense, the father and son reached the middle of the mountain, where an ordinary large boulder stood ahead of them.

Pointing at the boulder, Long Xingyu said, "This is the nest of Natural Owl Ants. This is where you will train tonight."

With that, Long Xingyu kicked Long Haochen down. Long Haochen only felt his body plummeting rapidly.

The nest was not very deep, but if he fell straight down, even if he did not die, he would be left with barely half his life.

At the critical moment, Long Haochen, who had been training since the age of three, displayed his outstanding reflexes.

Following the lightness technique Feng Xiu had taught him, Long Haochen evenly distributed his spiritual energy throughout his body. A faint golden glow lit up his skin, supporting his body as he slowly descended. After falling about five meters, Long Haochen finally landed firmly on the ground.

Why is Father treating me like this? Is this another test he has given me?

However, before Long Haochen could think further, the entrance to the nest was suddenly sealed by the boulder. The nest's only source of light vanished, leaving behind nothing but darkness.

Countless buzzing sounds rang beside Long Haochen's ears. It seemed that dense swarms of creatures were rushing toward him from all directions.

Long Haochen remained calm in the face of danger and instinctively began wielding the pair of bamboo swords in his hands.

While in the Demon Race, Long Haochen had studied swordsmanship under Feng Xiu for a time. Though he could not be called highly proficient, it was more than enough to deal with his current situation.

As the bamboo swords danced, a faint energy barrier enveloped Long Haochen. The Owl Ants appeared fierce, but they were never able to harm him in the slightest. Instead, quite a few were shaken to death by his spiritual energy.

Above, Long Xingyu quietly listened to the sounds coming from the nest. Aside from the sounds of battle, there were no cries of pain, only Long Haochen's somewhat hurried breathing.

Long Haochen had entered an Owl Ant nest for the first time and was already handling it with ease. This truly surprised Long Xingyu.

I'd like to see how long you can keep this up!

Time passed second by second. Long Haochen continued fighting the countless Owl Ants. As his spiritual energy was about to run out, he simply stopped using it and swung the bamboo swords with whistling force. Although this could not completely defend against the Owl Ants' attacks, there was no better option now.

Intense pain began spreading from all over his body, but it was nothing to Long Haochen, who had undergone extensive training. The training Feng Xiu had arranged for him had been even more painful. Since Long Haochen could endure Feng Xiu's training, he could naturally endure Long Xingyu's as well.

The pain did not make Long Haochen's swordsmanship chaotic or disorderly. Instead, it made his will even more resolute.

Facing adversity head-on was one of Long Haochen's principles in life.

An hour passed, and Long Haochen was still holding on. His state of mind remained calm, but Long Xingyu above fell into an internal struggle.

This kind of extreme training was truly too cruel for a child who was only nine years old. After his desire for revenge had been slightly satisfied, Long Xingyu began to regret it.

As the Knight Temple's Divine Seal Knight of Judgment and Trial, he was actually venting his resentment by punishing a child. Where was his conscience?

Half an hour later, Long Haochen was gradually running out of strength. The bamboo swords in his hands slowed, and his consciousness began to blur as he hovered on the verge of collapse.

Long Xingyu finally moved aside the boulder blocking the entrance and reached down with a fierce grab. Long Haochen was immediately pulled up by a powerful suction force.