That Damned Woman

Xu Qi'an's expression stiffened, his smugness vanished, and he stared blankly at the white-robed Warlock.

In his mind, the red dress and the white dress instantly drifted away.

"Your mother is from the lineage of five hundred years ago, the sister of the chosen one I am now supporting. Back then, I formed an alliance with him and helped him ascend to the throne, and in return, he married his sister to me. The most reliable alliances in the world are based first on interests, and second on kinship."

"After I married that princess, I focused on planning the Battle of Shanhai Pass to seize the fate of the Great Feng Dynasty. You were born at the end of the Battle of Shanhai Pass."

Call!

Xu Qi'an breathed a sigh of relief, and the red and white dresses floated back.

Although he is considered a descendant of the Great Feng royal family, that lineage dates back five hundred years and has little to do with Huaiqing and Lin'an.

People with the same surname in their past lives often say, "We were one family five hundred years ago."

However, if I had to name them, both Huaiqing and Lin'an are my cousins.

Only then did he have the mind to consider whether what his cheap father said was true or false.

The timing matches up. In my second uncle's memory, the year I was born, he and Xu Dalang were fighting in Shanhai Pass, so my aunt and my birth mother took care of me for a long time.

Xu Qi'an was taken aback, realizing something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice, "Why... why did she give birth to me in the capital?"

As he spoke, his face paled, and he felt something inside him churning, desperately resisting something.

At the same time, the martial artist's instincts were frantically warning him, but there was still no concrete image. However, the fear that came from the bottom of his heart made him feel like a child walking on a tightrope, about to fall and be smashed to pieces at any moment.

This made Xu Qi'an realize that the white-robed Warlock had reached a critical moment in refining his fortune. If he succeeded, this fortune would belong to someone else and would have nothing to do with him anymore.

And he will depart along with this life-or-death intertwined fortune, his body and soul extinguished.

The white-robed Warlock showed neither joy nor sorrow at what his son was about to face, his tone remaining as calm as ever:

"Your birth mother secretly went to the capital while I was away and gave birth to you there. I only found out about this after I stole the fortune."

"Why?"

Blood oozed from Xu Qi'an's mouth and nose as he stared intently at him.

The white-robed Warlock's tone remained flat:

"Your birth was meant to contain destiny, to serve as a vessel. This is both a contest between me and that lineage, and also because the time is not yet ripe. Before we start our rebellion, it is not advisable to implant destiny into the body of that royal lineage."

"Your birth mother is a very scheming woman. She appears submissive and willing to sacrifice everything for the rise of the Lineage, but that's all an act. You are her first child, and she couldn't bear to let you die, so she fled to the capital to give birth to you."

"The Grand Eunuch is in the capital; he will be your greatest protector."

"So that's how it is," Xu Qi'an sighed, having no further doubts.

For some reason, at this moment, I'm thinking about that old geezer, the supervisor.

The most tragic lonely elderly people in Great Feng.

"So, Ji Qian is actually my cousin?"

Xu Qi'an asked, blood from his nose flowing to the corner of his mouth. He wanted to wipe it away, but he couldn't move.

"Right!"

The white-robed Warlock nodded.

"Good riddance! My cousin deserved to die too. Hmm, this isn't my opinion, it's something a famous writer from my past life said." He thought to himself, trying to ease his anxiety.

"This is your backup plan?"

At this moment, the white-robed Warlock suddenly spoke.

Outside the valley, Dean Zhao Shou, accompanied by Xu Pingzhi, arrived, stepping through the air.

"You really are here! You really are here!"

Second Uncle Xu's voice was shrill, his expression a mixture of sorrow and ferocity, his eyes bloodshot.

The white-robed Warlock didn't look at him, and said softly:

"When we were young, I often brought him here to show him my formations. This is our secret base. Later, the formations here became more and more perfect and powerful, embodying half a lifetime of my hard work."

"But it's also become an uncontrollable force, making it impossible for me to abandon this place. It's not safe here, because besides me, Erlang also knows. You guessed it, when I appear in public, the technique to conceal the secrets of heaven will break on its own. Erlang will remember me again."

"That's why I deliberately blocked your existence, so that his memory would become confused again."

But you didn't expect that I had already seen through the secrets of the art of concealing heavenly secrets. Xu Qi'an remained expressionless.

Second Uncle Xu slammed his head into the energy barrier, his head bleeding profusely, and roared:

"Xu Pingfeng, you filthy creature, he's your son, my nephew! Even tigers don't eat their cubs, how can you do such a thing?"

His facial muscles were contorted, and the veins on his forehead bulged, making him look quite ferocious.

This was the first time Xu Qi'an had ever seen his second uncle so enraged.

The white-robed Warlock said calmly, "This is a matter between my son and me. I gave him his life."

Bang!

Xu Pingzhi slammed his fist into the air barrier, like a provoked old beast, both ferocious and ruthless:

"Father and son? You dare call yourself that! You dare call yourself his father? He's a son of the Xu Household, someone I raised! You want to kill him? Did you even ask me? Did I give your permission? Open this damn formation, and I'll kill you, kill you!!"

He punched the air barrier repeatedly, until his fists were covered in blood.

Second Uncle Xu Qi'an watched silently as a middle-aged man went mad.

Xu Pingzhi was obsequious at home and slick outside; the ruthlessness he had cultivated on the battlefield had long been worn away in the officialdom.

But even the most timid man, if his own child is in danger, will not hesitate to strike hard.

Even if it's an elephant.

The white-robed Warlock withdrew his gaze, glanced at Xu Qi'an, and a smirk appeared on his lips:

But it was too late!

With a forceful pull, he extracted the invisible aura of fortune from Xu Qi'an's head, bit by bit.

During this process, Xu Qi'an's body cracked continuously, blood gushed out, and blood kept spilling from his mouth and nose. He roared in pain.

His nephew's roar was like a heavy hammer blow to Xu Pingzhi's heart, making him tremble all over.

The old man suddenly dared not be arrogant anymore. He knelt down close to the barrier of energy and pleaded bitterly:

"Don't kill him, brother, please, don't kill him! He's the child I raised, my son! Please, don't kill him!"

"I raised him for twenty-one years, you can't do this, you really can't do this, brother. It seems that out of consideration for our past relationship, you should give him back to me."

The white-robed Warlock, heartless and indifferent, continued to manipulate the flow of fortune on his own.

"Step back!"

Zhao Shou waved his sleeve, shooing Second Uncle Xu away. Then, he put on his scholar's cap, and with his right hand tucked into his sleeve, he held a carving knife.

The scholar's cap and the carving knife exude a pure and lofty aura, echoing each other.

Zhao Shou held the carving knife and thrust it out. With the blessing of the Confucian scholar's cap and the third-rank Confucian scholar, the carving knife burst out with a clear light that shot into the sky. The great formation that the white-robed Warlock had spent more than thirty years setting up was instantly broken.

The outermost layer of air collapsed, and it could no longer prevent outsiders from entering.

"The vital energy of this place must not be removed."

Zhao Shou announced.

But this time, the Confucian School Law Follows Speech of "words becoming law" failed.

The white-robed Warlock's removal was somewhat hindered, but he quickly overcame the effect of his Law Follows Speech.

"The Principle of nature here are different from those of the outside world. If your Confucian School wants to rule and dominate in my 'world,' you'll have to ask me for my consent."

The white-robed Warlock chuckled confidently.

Zhao Shou stepped forward and thrust out the Confucian Sage's carving knife once more. The Confucian Sage's crown cast a clear, water-like light, which was then applied to the carving knife.

Zhao Shou Shoudao: "Break the formation!"

The Law Follows Speech carry power, which is then bestowed upon the carving knife.

Since you've changed the rules, I can break the formation as well.

The carving knife seemed to transform into a blazing sun, its clear light so intense it was almost scorching white. It advanced rapidly, accompanied by the collapse of layer upon layer of array formations.

This unparalleled array, composed of 108 formations, could not stop a third-rank Confucian scholar wearing a scholar's cap and wielding a carving knife.

Even if the one in charge is a second-rank Warlock.

But for the white-robed Warlock, it was expected that he would be unable to withstand a third-rank Confucian scholar at full power. What he wanted was still to buy time, because most of Xu Qi'an's luck had already been extracted.

Just then, a blade of light filled with murderous intent appeared from the void, shattering one Formation Method Talismanic Script after another.

His sword intent was unparalleled.

The white-robed Warlock pressed down with his free hand, and a certain array pattern lit up, forming a wall of energy that blocked the blade's light.

The blade struck the wall of energy, but vanished as if it had sunk into the sea.

Teleport!

He teleported away the flashing sword light.

Teleportation is prohibited here.

Zhao Shou calmly offered a solution, and as the formation collapsed, the power of Confucian School, Law Follows Speech, further invaded the area.

Suddenly, the void began to boil, and one after another, unparalleled sword intent emerged, unstoppable, severing the array patterns.

This made it easier for Zhao Shou to advance. Just as he was about to reach the front, suddenly, the eyes of the Heavenly Gu Elder's corpse, which had no eyeballs but only whites, began to glow faintly.

Zhao Shou suddenly lost his bearings. He stood there blankly, with nothing in front of him, no longer Xu Qi'an or the white-robed Warlock.

This is a "hidden" tactic; it hides Xu Qi'an and the white-robed Warlock to buy time.

Zhao Shou frowned, raised his hand, and flicked his scholar's cap.

The scholar's cap trembled, rippling with a clear light like water. In the the Unseen, the power that had enveloped Zhao Shou was completely washed away, and the figures of Xu Qi'an and the white-robed Warlock reappeared.

"Enough!"

The white-robed Warlock smiled; he had completely refined the fortune within Xu Qi'an's body.

"I didn't know my second uncle knew about this place."

At that moment, he heard Xu Qi'an whisper.

The white-robed Warlock frowned. His face, reflecting his lineage, showed no despair or fear of impending doom, but rather an air of calm.

Xu Qi'an continued, "Therefore, my real means of survival is not Zhao Shou and the patriarch of the Martial Arts Alliance; at least I don't completely place my hopes on them."

He paused, then a smug smile spread across his face, "You really think the supervisor does nothing?"

"You wretched woman, what are you waiting for!"

He roared.

As soon as he finished speaking, illusory, fluffy fox tails grew out from behind Xu Qi'an, resembling a peacock spreading its tail feathers—beautiful yet terrifying.

PS: It was seven minutes late, but I made it in time.