The Martial God smiled faintly. He lowered his head and said to his daughter-in-law, "Ru Lan, it was you and your son who came to me … I also asked you if you were willing to suffer.
I've even told you about the "Records of the Grand Historian" and the story of Su Qin … You've all heard it …
Back then, you guys agreed so quickly and didn't hesitate to ask me to help you. I remember it in my heart and haven't forgotten it for even a moment.
Now, I have spent a lot of effort to help Feng'er design a cultivation method to recover his strength. He can even soar into the sky and become several times stronger than before … Yet you say that you can't take this hardship? "
The Martial God was still smiling at Ji Ru Lan, but in Ji Ru Lan's eyes, her father-in-law's smile terrified her!
An invisible pressure almost caused the woman to collapse!
"Ru Lan … Are you mother and son playing with me?" The Martial God asked with a smile as if he was joking.
Ji Ru Lan's face turned pale as she hurriedly kowtowed to the ground, "No! That's not it! Father! Even if we were given the courage of a thousand leopard's, we wouldn't dare to play tricks on you! I … I just … just … "
Ji Ru Lan didn't dare to continue. She realized that she didn't understand this father-in-law who always seemed to be very kind!
The Martial God … wasn't the Martial God she had imagined!
Now, she was already regretting to the point that her intestines turned green. If she had known earlier, she would rather accept the fact that her son had been crippled than think of revenge!
At this moment, several servants of the Ye Family expressionlessly carried wooden buckets and landed in the valley using Qinggong.
The one leading this group of servants was the old servant Ye Qun.
After Ye Qun bowed to the Martial God, he smiled and said, "Master, I've brought another ten buckets of fresh human blood for Young Master Feng. Should I pour them in?"
"Go ahead. Once these ten barrels are finished, we'll continue the day after tomorrow …" The Martial God nodded with a smile.
Ye Feng, who was in the blood pool, heard this. His face was filled with despair. He cried out, "No! Grandpa! No more!! Grandson knows his mistake!! I don't want to … "
Without waiting for Ye Feng to say anything more, these clansmen had already poured buckets of human blood into the blood pool and poured it down from Ye Feng's head!
Ye Feng immediately began to vomit again, but what he vomited out was also a blood-red liquid …
Ji Ru Lan could no longer bear to watch. She could only turn her head away, cover her heart, and shiver.
In fact, Ji Ru Lan didn't dare to take a closer look.
There was so much human blood, and it was all fresh blood … where did the Martial God get it from!?
Every time she thought of this, Ji Ru Lan's heart would be suppressed to the point of panic, but she didn't dare to mention it to anyone … Including Ye Longyuan and the others.
She was worried that if she said anything more, her life and that of Ye Feng's mother and son would immediately be in danger …
"Feng 'er, you didn't do anything wrong. If you want to suffer, if you want to improve, if you want to recover your strength, if you want to become stronger, that's pretty good … Persevere for a few days, you'll get used to it.
Once you get used to the blood pool and do as Grandpa said, train hard … "You will definitely have a great future." The War God chuckled.
Ye Feng cried bitterly. He lowered his head. His heart was already like dead ashes …
The War God looked at the sky and said, "Alright, it's about time. We should leave as well …" Ru Lan, if you want to accompany Feng'er, then accompany him. I'll be leaving with Ah Qun first. "
Ji Ru Lan weakly whispered, "Daughter-in-law …" "Farewell, father …"
The War God nodded and brought Ye Qun with him. He began to leisurely walk back.
After leaving the valley, Ye Qun pondered and asked, "Master, if Young Master Feng were to master the 'Blood Demon Body', would he completely fall into the demonic path and become a mad demon?"
The War God casually replied, "As long as he can master it, it doesn't matter if he's crazy or not. Isn't he a hundred times stronger than he is now?
Whether he's crazy or not, it's just the opinion of the world. For a cultivator, what other people think is important? "
Ye Qun nodded, "This old servant understands."
"Hehe, Ah Qun, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"Master, didn't you say you were going to eat duck blood soup tonight …"
"Oh, that's right..." Looking at that pool, I thought of the duck blood soup. Tell the chef to put more eels and ham. Don't put in that luncheon meat, what kind of messy improvement is that? It's not authentic … "The War God reminded.
"Understood, Master." Ye Qun smiled and nodded, then said, "Master, there's one more thing. It's about Ling Yu Wei from the Ling Family.
Ling Qingfeng wrote a letter saying that because of Young Master Feng's matter, the two families were unfortunately unable to complete the marriage.
They plan to arrange a blind date for Ling Yu Wei with the outstanding disciples of the other clans, saying that they hope that you can understand … "
After the War God heard this, he blinked his eyes and said, "That Ling Qingfeng is also a little crafty. He has a few more tricks up his sleeve than his grandfather … I reckon that he hasn't been satisfied with Feng'er for a long time.
Originally, it would have been fine, but … That girl from the Ling family had a special physique. It would be a pity to give her to a child from another family.
How about this... Help me reply to Ling Qingfeng and tell him that I still have a grandson. Even if it's impossible for Feng'er, this marriage still has to be completed … "
Ye Qun narrowed his eyes and nodded with a smile, "Yes …"
… ….
In the center of China, in a third-tier city.
Because the industry was not developed and it just so happened to rain, the sky was incomparably blue.
In a small park in the middle of the city, groups of retired old people were chatting and gossiping about family trivialities.
A few stone tables for playing chess were placed under a few large pagoda trees. At one of the tables, there were two old men playing Go.
That was fine, but one of the people playing chess today was an old Caucasian man with a cap, a beard, and gray hair.
Many of the locals were very curious. Did foreigners also know how to play Go?
Thus, the crowd watched for more than half an hour.
In the end, he discovered that not only did this foreigner know how to play, his Go skills were also quite strong!
"Sigh..." "I lost." The old man who was playing chess threw away the black piece and shook his head unwillingly. "This dragon shouldn't have been saved. There was still a chance."
The white foreigner smiled and said in Chinese with a slight accent, "Would you like another round?"
"No, it's almost noon. I have to go back and eat." The old man chuckled and asked, "Which country are you from?" "You speak Chinese really well."
The old man replied with a smile, "Magnesium Country."
"Oh, magnesium country, why don't you come to my house for a visit? Just me and my wife will treat you to a meal and play two games in the afternoon? "The old man was very enthusiastic.
However, the old man shook his head and said, "No need, I'm waiting for someone here."
"So it's like that... Alright then, if you come back tomorrow, I'll definitely win against you!" The old man laughed and got up to leave.
Naturally, the onlookers also dispersed. It was almost time for lunch, and the old men were all going home.
The old man, on the other hand, slowly put the black and white pieces into the chess basket. Occasionally, he would raise his head to look at the blue sky, and a faint smile would appear on his face.
At this moment, two young men walked up to the old man.
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