164: Chapter 164 I'm not eight years old, I'm eighty

Luo Yunkai didn't notice Shi Kui at first.

After all, who would think a Revered Master could be so short?

But as Shi Kui's oppressive aura grew heavier, he finally noticed. With one glance, Luo Yunkai's entire demeanor soured.

Fine sweat beaded on his forehead.

No wonder his rebellious sons were all clamoring for that beast to fight him!

Luo Yunkai thought he had already lost all face in front of his sons in this life; he wasn't afraid of any past romantic history being dug up.

Who could have known... who could have possibly known...

He feigned looking left and right, deliberately avoiding looking down to meet Shi Kui's gaze.

Shi Kui also noticed Luo Yunkai's pretense. With a cold snort, she floated up, her cute and exquisite little face nearly touching Luo Yunkai's.

"Do you see me now?" Shi Kui's voice was faint.

Luo Yunkai painfully closed his eyes.

What a disaster!

Xiao Tian and his brothers raised their eyebrows slightly; the situation seemed different from what they had expected.

The brothers sat in a row, watching their old father make a fool of himself with great interest.

Shi Kui was also quite the playful person. Seeing the expectant looks of Luo Yunkai's sons waiting for a show, she extended her slender, soft hand and forcefully pried open Luo Yunkai's eyes.

"Young Master, do you see me clearly now?"

Luo Yunkai was forced to open his eyes. Looking at the childlike face so close, he recalled the scene where he had been tricked.

When he woke up that morning and found someone lying next to him... Luo Yunkai, who thought he had long buried the past after his Transmigration into the Cultivation World, felt a pang of conscience, overwhelmed by guilt and a period of self-loathing.

"Kuier," Luo Yunkai said faintly, "It seems you tricked me back then."

Xiao Tian and the others' eyes widened, and their ears perked up.

Luo Yunkai manifested his spiritual power into a slap and struck the back of each of his rebellious sons' heads!

Shi Kui watched, utterly delighted, laughing uncontrollably.

She showed no sign of guilt for having deceived someone, acting as if the nearly thirty years of separation had never happened. She freely wrapped her arms around Luo Yunkai's neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I didn't lie to you. Back then, my Cultivation had just achieved a Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage, but I didn't know my Cultivation Technique had a problem, causing me to lose all my power. At that time, I truly was just a Mortal without any Cultivation."

Shi Kui paused for a moment, then cheerfully kissed Luo Yunkai's cheek. "But I did lie about my age. I wasn't eight; I was actually eighty at the time."

Luo Yunkai's face turned green.

He forcibly pulled Shi Kui off his body and tossed her aside. Before Shi Kui could even land, she flew back onto Luo Yunkai's shoulder, swinging her pink embroidered shoes around quite casually.

"Young Master, are you disgusted that Kuier is too old?" Shi Kui looked wronged.

Veins bulged on Luo Yunkai's forehead as he threatened, "Don't come near me! Otherwise, I'll throw you out!"

Shi Kui pouted, "Why can't I be close to you? I just look small, but I have everything I should have, and I even bore you a son!"

Luo Yunkai felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Honestly, he had never expected anything from Shi Kui!

Back then, he only thought he had saved an ordinary Mortal girl. Seeing how pitiful she was, he said he would keep her as a maid, but in reality, he didn't make her do anything.

After all, having grown up under the red flag, he couldn't bring himself to employ child labor.

Later, when this little girl schemed against him, he couldn't accept it. He found a childless family to look after the little girl and then left. Even knowing the power of the System, he never thought a girl of a few years could...

Fine, not a few years—this was an eighty-year-old Nascent Soul Ancestor!

Luo Yunkai grabbed Shi Kui, who was clinging to his back, and pulled her in front of him. "Where is my son?"

Shi Kui's lips curved upwards. "I knew Young Master would definitely love our son."

Looking at that childlike face uttering the words "our son," Luo Yunkai's last vestiges of morality went haywire.

"Kuier!" His face suddenly darkened.

Shi Kui pouted, struggling free from Luo Yunkai's grasp unhappily. "You only know how to scold me! You must have many sons already and don't care about our son at all, so why are you asking about our son!"

"I won't tell you who our son is! From now on, our son is mine alone!"

Shi Kui flew angrily toward the window.

A five-colored spiritual light, like a ribbon, bound Shi Kui's feet.

The five-colored spiritual light rapidly spread, completely wrapping Shi Kui until only her little head remained outside.

Xiao Tian couldn't help but ask, "Is a Nascent Soul that weak?"

Chu Feng said coolly, "That's against Father. You go try."

Xiao Tian recalled his helplessness against the Human Puppet. If Father hadn't appeared in time, his defensive Magical Artifact would have shattered, and he wouldn't have survived the Human Puppet's second punch.

He shook his head, no longer considering the gap between himself and a Nascent Soul, and couldn't help but gossip with his other brothers.

"We're going to have another brother. What do you think he'll be like to get along with?"

Xiao Tian rarely worried about whether his brothers would be easy to get along with, but Shi Kui's mischievous nature made him fear that the child she bore might also be a troublesome one.

Su Xin's expression was indifferent. "If he's easy to get along with, we'll get along. If not, we won't bother. Why worry so much?"

Xiao Tian thought that made sense. Looking again at the old man coaxing a child—no, coaxing a young woman—Xiao Tian lowered his voice. "It's still uncertain when he'll be acknowledged!"

The brothers felt this drama wasn't very interesting anymore; watching people flirt was less exciting than watching a life-or-death battle.

On the ninety-plus death arenas, both the Righteous Path and the Demonic Path Cultivators were fighting with all their might, seeking that sliver of survival.

The Righteous Path's method of one artifact controlling multiple people could no longer be displayed, but the Demonic Path's self-detonation attacks continued.

In the brutal slaughter, the Righteous Path suffered the most casualties.

It couldn't be said that this arrangement was unfair, as when all the Demonic Path Cultivators had entered the fray, forty-eight people from the Righteous Path could proceed directly to the finals without fighting.

The smell of blood permeated all of Zhaoye City, yet the Cultivators of the Righteous and Demonic Paths felt that the Righteous and Demonic Grand Competition had finally returned to normal.

In previous years, which Grand Competition hadn't involved such bloody slaughter? The previous scheming had made the Cultivators unaccustomed.

Cultivator after Cultivator fell, their blood soaking the fighting platform, dyeing the entire stage red.

Ancestor Qian Hun's lips curved upward beneath his black robe.

On the fighting platform, only ninety-seven people were still breathing.

Among the surviving Cultivators, the number of people from the Demonic Path who survived far exceeded those from the Righteous Path.

In this round, sixty-nine people from the Demonic Path emerged victorious!

The Righteous Path, including those who hadn't fought yet, was left with only seventy-six people.

The massive numerical disadvantage brought by the Demonic Cultivators from the Ten Puppets Sect who participated was now completely erased.

The Yun Shang Sect was left with only Zhong Jiang as a sole survivor.

But the expression of the Yun Shang Old Ancestor was not good.

His gaze was fixed tightly on the jade talisman Zhong Jiang was wearing.

A fourth-grade jade talisman—where did Zhong Jiang get it?

Thinking of Zhong Jiang being left behind at the Duobao Tower earlier, the Yun Shang Old Ancestor felt the same worry as his Disciple, Zhong Ziqi.

He couldn't help but send a secret telepathic message to his Disciple.

"Ziqi, your cousin's background..."

Staring at the fighting platform, Zhong Ziqi knew what the Yun Shang Old Ancestor was worried about. Looking at the jade talisman that had blocked several fatal blows for him, his expression flickered uncertainly.

He should trust Father!

"Revered Master, please allow me to report..."