A woman with barely any flesh on her bones kicked him back, and the man in ancient clothing turned as black as ink, his robes flapping loudly even without wind. He was furious at that moment.

Ji Xiaoxiao stood in front of Liao Kongmin, holding her breath and preparing to unleash her power.

"You're quite good. I'm willing to take you as my disciple. Are you willing to acknowledge me as your master?" The man in ancient costume, who had some ulterior motives in mind, actually declared that he wanted to take Ji Xiaoxiao as his disciple.

Ji Xiaoxiao shouted, "You?!"

It's utterly ridiculous that a third-rate cultivator dares to dream of becoming my master.

"You're not qualified to be my mentor. I think she's more suitable for you."

A piece of trash can't be plastered on a wall; people of the same kind should naturally be grouped together.

Ji Xiaoxiao didn't say it, nor did she need to. Apart from Shen Lu, whose IQ was below twenty, everyone else present was incredibly clever and quick-witted.

"You... don't know what's good for you."

The man in ancient costume disregarded his status and attacked Ji Xiaoxiao with all his might.

Ji Xiaoxiao possessed extraordinary martial arts skills, but ultimately she was just a mortal who would grow old and die, a world apart from the ancient man who had embarked on the path of cultivation. The battle was fierce, and as the two exchanged blows, the ancient man gradually gained the upper hand, and Ji Xiaoxiao's defeat became increasingly apparent.

"If you agree to become my disciple now, I can spare your life." The man in ancient attire spoke with absolute certainty, confident of his inevitable victory.

Ji Xiaoxiao laughed wildly, "You're just talking nonsense, making a fool of yourself. What are you anyway? How could a piece of trash like you, who isn't even half-baked, possibly dare to dream of me?"

Having been repeatedly rejected and humiliated by Ji Xiaoxiao, the man in ancient costume lost all interest in her talent and became increasingly ruthless and swift in his attacks. Ji Xiaoxiao, caught off guard, was struck by the man in ancient costume and sent flying outside the house.

"Great!" Shen Lu danced with joy, celebrating this great moment.

"Shen Lu, make him stop! Xiao Qiong is a distinguished guest of the Liao family." Liao Yu, holding Liao Kongmin, approached Shen Lu step by step, his eyes blazing with anger, threatening her with a lifeless expression.

Shen Lu sacrificed herself to prove the Dao, using her own life to interpret the true meaning of "idiot"—having eyes but not using them, having brains but not using them, doing whatever she wants, and being hated by others.

"Kill her, kill her, never let her go."

After Shen Lu finished speaking, she raised an eyebrow at Liao Yu.

There is always something hateful about a pitiful person, and everything about a hateful person is hateful.

Ji Xiaoxiao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes darting around before locking onto Shen Lu. To shoot a man, shoot his horse first; to capture a thief, capture his king first. The man in ancient costume obeyed only Shen Lu's orders. Capturing Shen Lu meant capturing the man in ancient costume's lifeline; only then could she barely escape this calamity.

Shen Lu is a character to be cherished, and the ancient men are always on guard, protecting her at all times. Taking advantage of a brief opening, Ji Xiaoxiao swiftly and decisively captures Shen Lu. With her three-finger dragon claw gripping Shen Lu's neck, given Ji Xiaoxiao's strength, a moment's inattention and Shen Lu's life would be in grave danger.

"What are you doing?" Shen Lu asked.

"Grab you and threaten him!" Ji Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at Chen Lu.

"You are despicable, shameless, vulgar, and vile." Shen Lu's eyes were burning with desire as she looked at the man in ancient costume. "Stop staring! What are you doing standing there like an oak pillar? Hurry up and come save me!"

The man in ancient costume had just taken a step when Ji Xiaoxiao pinched him hard, and Shen Lu shouted. The man's foot stopped in mid-air and remained motionless.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill her."

Despite Ji Xiaoxiao's threat, the man in ancient costume remained unmoved.

The two sides remained deadlocked until Grandpa Fog returned.

What are you doing?

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Grandpa Fog injured the man in ancient costume with a single palm strike.

"Pfft...you..." the man in ancient costume said viciously.

"This is the Liao family home, not the Shen residence."

"My territory, my rules"—that's the kind of man Grandpa Fog is.

"Old man, we'll see."

The man in ancient costume turned and left, ignoring the hostage in Ji Xiaoxiao's hands. Before he could take more than a few steps, he suddenly coughed up blood, bent over, clutching his stomach, chest, and heart, sweating profusely from the pain, unable to utter a sound. After a while, the man in ancient costume lay dying on the bluestone path of the Liao family compound, unable to move.

"What's wrong with him?" Grandpa Mist asked Ji Xiaoxiao.

Ji Xiaoxiao shrugged. "He probably took the wrong medicine and has an upset stomach!"

Taking the wrong medicine? Having an upset stomach? What kind of ridiculous excuses are these?

Everyone has one or two secrets, and Grandpa Fog didn't intend to pry too deeply.

Grandpa Wu summoned a few people and asked them to take the unconscious man in ancient costume and the terrified Shen Lu back to the Shen family.

The waiters moved quickly, and when Ji Xiaoxiao and the others entered the main room again, the floor, which had been covered in broken porcelain, was now spotless, and new decorations had been placed there.

Grandpa Fog nodded almost imperceptibly, quite satisfied with those people.

"Tell me what happened."

Grandpa Wu sat down, and Liao Yu held Liao Kongmin before they sat down as well. As for Ji Xiaoxiao, she had been in a fight and was starving. Since there was no food in the living room, she went to the dining room and ate and drank voraciously.

With the crisis averted, Liao Yu playfully teased Liao Kongmin, ignoring Grandpa Wu's words.

"Young Master," Grandpa Wu said earnestly.

Liao Yu hurriedly said "Oh," then picked up Liao Kongmin and beamed, "Grandpa Wu, this is my son!"

"Godson?"

"My own flesh and blood," Liao Yu said proudly.

"Biological child? Young Master, where did you get this child?"

After Liao Yu's reminder, Grandpa Wu stared intently at Liao Yu and Liao Kongmin. The two, one big and one small, really did look remarkably alike.

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