Nine Lifetimes of Demonic Tribulation

Legend has it that Ye Qingyu is an ancient deity, the most profound ice phoenix in cultivation, yet her heart is not cold. She has secretly admired a certain immortal elder for hundreds of thousand...

Chapter 141 Having a tough older brother at home means he'll get beaten to death sooner or later.

I got beaten up, beaten black and blue, and left paralyzed in bed. If my father hadn't stopped me, I think I would have been the first god in the world to be beaten to death by his own brother.

If you have a tough older brother, you'll get beaten to death sooner or later.

"Do you realize your mistake?"

I was being supported by Lu Wei, and I almost fell to the ground.

He finally let me go, and I swear this was the worst beating I've ever received in my life.

Normally, if someone makes a mistake, the worst punishment is kneeling, not being allowed to eat for a month or two, or even being sent to the icy hell for a hundred or eighty days.

If you really want to beat someone up, you should definitely issue a written notice, telling me to prepare in advance before taking action.

According to past practice, this beating would not happen for at least three days. Moreover, since this was not a case of causing trouble and no one came to inform us, it should be gradually forgotten.

How did I end up getting such a beating? My brother is getting more and more handsome, and his heart is getting more and more ruthless.

"I know I was wrong, I was terribly wrong. My second brother has already scolded me. Please don't be angry anymore, okay? If you're still angry, I'll have to cut off my phoenix tail and make a feather duster for my brother to take his anger out on me every day."

The devil may be one foot tall, but the righteous are ten feet tall; my flattery skills have become increasingly refined.

"You smooth talker, let me see if it hurts. Next time something like this happens, just run far away. If the sky falls, your older brothers will take care of it. It's not your place to bear the burden, understand?"

After I hit him and scolded him, he calmed down a bit. He spoke with a mix of warning and pity, and started to take off my outer garment.

I hurriedly replied:

“Brother, you’ve forgotten that I’m already three thousand years old and a grown woman. From now on, Yinzheng and Huazheng can handle these matters. You don’t need to worry about me.”

He then realized he had overstepped his bounds, quickly withdrew his hand, shoved a porcelain bottle into my hand, and ran away in a panic.

"Qinghui, will you come with me to Gengyun Palace?" Before leaving, she didn't forget to take her second brother with her.

"Come and sit down."

Only after my two older brothers left did my father dare to speak to me.

The mighty Demon Lord, the carefree Saint Lord personally appointed by the Heavenly Emperor, is actually such a coward. It's one thing to be afraid of his wife, but he's even afraid of his son. He's truly despicable.

How could such a person be my father?

Heaven is indeed fair; after giving him good looks, it neglected everything else.

"Your son just hit me, don't you want to say anything?"

I asked Lu Wei to carry me over, and I sat down next to my father to ask him questions.

"Okay, drink more hot water. Don't hang around your older brothers as much as possible. If you can't avoid them, then run away. I've already talked to Mo Han. If you can't make it here, then run away with him. Your father supports you. Be brave and pursue your love. That's all."

He's definitely my biological father. What can I say? What can I expect from him?

Why can't you think of me in a better way?

"cannot."

This is my father, the kind of guy who can talk you to death.

But since I need his help now, I'll just have to bear with it.

"Alright, let's talk about you then. You've had a great time in the Immortal Realm these past few days, haven't you? Want to chat?"

"Yes, you've met Immortal Lord Jianjia before, haven't you? During my time in the Immortal Clan, I've been well taken care of by her. Let me tell you..."

My father is usually very sparing with words, but if someone flatters him and gets him talking, he becomes even more talkative than the gods in the Heavenly Pivot Palace who are in charge of literary matters. Just like now, I only started the conversation, and he started his verbal barrage.

I think it's a real shame to just let him be a lazy demon lord at home.