The sudden explosive sound shattered the smile on Wang Xiaolong's face instantly.
He had been so pleased with himself that he had forgotten about the seal on the jade pendant that was holding back Su Qianqian, the fox demon.
Without delay, he frantically began to search for information about the seal within Emperor Hao's inheritance.
Emperor Hao was very powerful during the Ancient Times, and with his own strength, could have easily wiped out Su Qianqian with a wave of his hand.
However, the version of him that had been in the mountains was just a split soul from his true self.
Moreover, due to the thin spiritual energy and the impending dispersal of the split soul, the seal he had set was fraught with significant flaws.
Put simply, the seal on the jade pendant could probably only control Su Qianqian for about half a year. Under normal circumstances, she would not affect Wang Xiaolong, but on the night of the full moon, the seal would loosen.
At that time, should Su Qianqian break free from her restraints, catastrophe would ensue, and Wang Xiaolong would become the first person she would kill.
Within the inheritance left by Emperor Hao, there were methods to reinforce the seal and also ways to completely subdue Su Qianqian.
The methods were easy to learn, but subduing her was extremely difficult.
There were two ways: one was for Wang Xiaolong to grow to the level of Emperor Hao; the other was to absorb the power of extreme yin, and after combining it with yang energy, to forcibly re-seal her into the jade pendant.
The first method was impossible to achieve because there were only two more days until the night of the full moon. In such a short time, even with his high talent, Wang Xiaolong could not grow much.
So that left only the second method.
However, the inheritance did not explain what exactly the power of extreme yin was.
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaolong showed a bitter expression. He had thought obtaining Emperor Hao's inheritance would allow him to turn the tables, but he hadn't realized the inheritance came with such a big problem lurking behind it.
If handled well, with these inheritances, he could rise to the heavens and even use Su Qianqian to gain benefits unattainable to ordinary people.
But if not handled well, he would be doomed in three days.
Wang Xiaolong exhaled a murky breath, "As expected, there's no such thing as a free lunch."
Su Qianqian scoffed, "Cherish your last moments. But don't be too anxious, because before you die, I will definitely make sure you enjoy it."
Wang Xiaolong said with a determined look, "It's not over yet. The one who loses may not be me. When I grow up, I will treat you as a plaything and ruthlessly trample you!"
"Ha, I'm looking forward to it." Su Qianqian laughed coquettishly and then fell silent.
Wang Xiaolong, his drowsiness completely gone, sat cross-legged on the kang bed and started cultivating again.
Soon, it was the next day.
After cultivating all night, Wang Xiaolong felt far from tired; instead, he felt full of strength.
He got up to stretch his limbs and prepared to go outside to fetch a basin of water to wash his face.
But just as he was pushing the door open, a cacophony of noisy voices came from the west courtyard.
"You damned scoundrel! You run off with another woman on our wedding night, and now the whole village knows. Where am I supposed to put my face!?"
"Dad... please... don't beat me. It hurts like hell."
"Don't run, I'll kill you today!"
Without looking, one could tell the person cursing was Liu Erleng, and the one begging for mercy was Liu Dajun.
The previous night, Wang Xiaolong had used Yang Cuihua's mobile phone to record a video of her and Liu Dajun in a shameful entanglement and posted it to the group.
At that time, the villagers were busy irrigating the fields and, after returning home, had gone straight to sleep, which meant the incident didn't stir up much trouble.
But when they woke up this morning and saw the video in the group, the whole village erupted.
The villagers stepped out of their homes one after another, the old women began to gossip with snickering smiles, while the old men sneakily ogled Yang Cuihua's exposed body, clicking their tongues secretly. Some even fantasized that it wasn't Liu Dajun in front of Yang Cuihua, but themselves instead.
Some reveled in delight, while others were filled with anguish.
After Liu Erleng checked his phone upon waking, he became furious.
You should know, Yang Cuihua was his lover.
And he was the village bully of Xiao Xi Village, someone even the village chief didn't dare to mess with, so he always thought that a beauty like Yang Cuihua belonged only to him, as if she were his second wife.
But today, he had just found out that this "second wife" had another man.
And this man was none other than his own son.
A father being cuckolded by his own son.
How could this be tolerated?
In a rage, Liu Erleng smashed his phone and armed with a shovel, he broke down Liu Dajun's door.
Liu Dajun was also quite miserable, first failing to consummate his marriage with his new bride, then getting interrupted while fooling around with Yang Cuihua, and last night he came home so furious that he drank a lot of alcohol before falling asleep.
He was in the middle of a great dream just now when Liu Erleng yanked him off the bed and started beating him without a word.
Liu Dajun didn't dare to resist and ran out of the yard naked.
At first, there was no one outside the yard, so he kept begging for mercy.
But now, as more and more villagers gathered around, he began to lose face, and, when Liu Erleng raised the shovel to strike, he suddenly kicked out.
"Ouch!"
Liu Erleng fell to the ground with a thud, pointed at his nose, and cursed, "You son of a bitch, you dare hit your old man?"
"If I'm a son of a bitch, what does that make you?"
Liu Dajun, after all, was a respected figure in the neighboring villages, and even if it was his own father, being hit in front of so many people was very upsetting to him.
His retort thoroughly enraged Liu Erleng.
Standing up, he once again swung the shovel, "Damn it, you sneak out for a tryst on your wedding night, get caught on video, lose my face, and you still dare to talk back? I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"
"Go to hell!"
Though Liu Erleng was tough, he was getting on in years and was no match for Liu Dajun in his prime, and after a couple of hits, Erleng's shovel was taken away.
And in a fit of rage, Liu Dajun even slapped him, "I'm 'sneaking around', but haven't you done the same? How many old women have you found behind my mother's back over the years?
And besides, you slept with Yang Cuihua first, so at most, I'm just 'reseasoning the pot'."
"You…"
Liu Erleng's old face flushed with anger.
He might have been brutal but usually maintained a veneer of decency.
He never expected to have his cover ripped off by his own son, causing him to become so furiously embarrassed that he seemed ready to fight to the death.
But just as he was about to make his move, a graceful figure darted out from the side.
It was his wife, Liu Yan'er.
Liu Yan'er was the second wife Liu Erleng had taken two years earlier, not much older than Liu Dajun, only two years his senior.
A moment ago, when she saw the video on the group chat, she wasn't much bothered. After all, it wasn't her own son making a mess.
But now, upon learning that Liu Erleng had also been involved with Yang Cuihua, she immediately became unhappy, grabbing a kitchen knife and rushing out.
"Liu Erleng, when you married me, you said over and over that you only loved me, and you even swore that if you went looking for other women, you wouldn't die a good death. Were all those words just barking to you?"
"Yan'er, you..."
"Bastard, I'm going to chop you to death today!"
Liu Yan'er didn't wait for his nonsense, raising the knife she chopped down immediately.