178: Your father... is probably going to die.

Murong Che rushed out of the main gate of the City Lord's mansion, filled with raging fury.

"Get lost! All of you, get out of my way!"

He charged recklessly down the wide street, his entire body radiating a violent aura that warned people to stay away, as if he were about to explode at any moment.

Seeing this, the pedestrians on the road turned pale with fright, scrambling to dodge him as if they were avoiding a plague god, retreating to the side of the road.

Who didn't know that this was the wicked Young Lord of Cangyuan City? Anyone who dared to cross him at a time like this was truly tired of living.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Murong Che cursed wildly in his heart as he walked.

In his mind, the words Yun Mu had said earlier in the mansion with a playful expression—'Let's just address each other separately'—and his father's 'cricket,' spoken with such deep disappointment, kept echoing.

These absurd and humiliating words stung him so deeply that his very heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys ached.

"Ahhh! I'm so furious!"

He felt a raging fire burning in his chest, desperate to find a place to vent, or perhaps to get drunk to numb his wounded pride.

In order to extinguish the fire in his heart that was about to burn him to a crisp.

Murong Che, with a dark face, instinctively walked into a luxurious restaurant.

"Waiter! Bring me wine! The strongest liquor you have!"

Just as he entered, the waiter hadn't even had time to come up and offer a smiling greeting.

Murong Che's sinister, bloodshot eyes habitually scanned the room, wanting to find a good seat by the window to get some air.

However, it didn't matter until he scanned; once he did, his gaze locked onto a table in the corner of the hall.

There sat a figure so familiar it made his teeth itch.

Li Xiu was sitting there all alone, with several empty jars of strong liquor in front of him, drinking by himself with a depressed and decadent look on his face.

Evidently, having been deeply stimulated by Lu Yi's soul-crushing remark of 'Ex-husband Brother' back at the Chu family, this 'former fiancé' had also run here to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

The moment he saw Li Xiu, Murong Che was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he laughed out of extreme anger.

"Ha! Good!"

He laughed wildly in his heart:

"At the city gate, you had that bitch Chu Siyao protecting you, and the old man's voice transmission forcing me not to touch you. Now... let's see who can save you!"

Murong Che clenched his fists, causing them to crackle with a crisp sound:

"It just so happens I have a belly full of fire with nowhere to vent, and you've delivered yourself to my doorstep!"

Murong Che no longer hesitated, and with a body full of Evil Qi, he walked straight to Li Xiu's table.

"Thud!"

He stepped on the stool next to him and said with a fake smile:

"Yo? It seems we really are fated to meet!"

Murong Che looked mockingly at the empty wine jars:

"Why are you hiding here drinking alone? Like a stray dog?"

Hearing this snide, malicious voice.

Li Xiu slowly put down the wine cup in his hand.

When he saw that the person who had arrived was Murong Che, he did not show the slightest panic, nor was he as angry as Murong Che had expected.

On the contrary, his eyes gradually became clear, even... carrying a trace of deep pity.

It was as if he were looking at a poor wretch about to face a catastrophe.

He glanced at Murong Che indifferently, said nothing, just shook his head helplessly, and then poured himself another cup of wine.

Ignored! Naked, blatant ignorance! And that pitying look that made one extremely uncomfortable!

This instantly detonated the powder keg in Murong Che's heart.

"What kind of look is that?! Are you pitying me?!"

Murderous intent surged in Murong Che's eyes, and he completely lost his reason:

"You ungrateful thing! Go to hell for this Young Lord!!"

Without further ado, Murong Che suddenly raised his right hand, Spiritual Qi gathering frantically in his palm, transforming into a deadly palm print capable of shattering rock.

With a whistling wind, he was about to slam it down onto Li Xiu's crown!

Facing this fatal blow that was right in front of him.

Li Xiu remained as steady as Mount Tai, not even shifting his butt.

He did not summon any Magic Treasure, nor did he circulate Spiritual Qi to resist.

Instead, he very abruptly raised his left hand and made a 'pause' gesture, his palm facing Murong Che directly.

Immediately after, his lips moved slightly, and he spat out a string of words very quickly and clearly:

"Wait! Murong Che, Young Lord of Cangyuan City, twenty-seven years of age, started Qi Refining at three, reached the Spirit Sea at ten, Purple Mansion at fifteen..."

"His father, Murong Cheng, is the current City Lord of Cangyuan City, a man who is headstrong and self-opinionated, yet extremely protective of his own..."

"Huh?!"

Murong Che was baffled by this sudden maneuver.

His palm, containing terrifying Spiritual Qi, stopped abruptly three inches in front of Li Xiu's forehead.

The Spiritual Qi in his palm flickered, but it did not fall.

He frowned tightly, looking at Li Xiu as if he were a lunatic:

"You..."

What does this kid mean? Wanting to beg for mercy? Or is he scared stupid, starting to babble nonsense?

Listening to Li Xiu still rambling on about his life history, the murderous intent in Murong Che's heart dissipated quite a bit, replaced by thick confusion and extreme impatience.

"Enough!!"

Murong Che dispersed the Spiritual Qi in his hand and slammed a palm onto the table viciously, shaking the wine jars:

"What exactly are you trying to say?! Don't think that just by reciting this Young Lord's family background, I will let you go! Even if the Heavenly King himself came today, you would still have to die!"

Seeing that Murong Che had dispersed his Spiritual Qi and hadn't actually struck down.

Li Xiu secretly thought to himself, 'I bet right.'

At this moment, the corners of his mouth curled into a mysterious arc, as if he had seen through all the secrets of heaven.

He slowly picked up the wine cup in front of him, took a gentle sip, and moistened his throat.

Then, he raised his head, his eyes, which had originally been hazy with drunkenness, now becoming incomparably deep.

He looked straight into Murong Che's eyes and said in an extremely calm, yet chillingly certain tone:

"I didn't say all that to beg for mercy. I just want to tell you one thing..."

Li Xiu paused, reached out and pointed at the center of Murong Che's eyebrows, then pointed at the top of his head:

"I see that your brow is darkened, and your head is shrouded in gray clouds; there is a faint aura of impending family ruin and death..."

Before Murong Che was about to explode, Li Xiu spat out a sentence, word by word, that Murong Che never expected:

"Young Lord Murong, if I'm not mistaken... your father... is likely done for..."