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Ch136 - Mad Dog's Roar




Chongjue resorted to unusual force to make Qifu Yin stay quiet.
Qifu Yin crossed his arms, sneering. “As long as I’m alive, I’ll make sure everyone knows, exposing your filthy nature as the lofty World-Honored One! Let the whole Three Realms see your disgraceful face!”
Chongjue: “…”
Su Hansheng, eating nectar nearby, shrank back, afraid to speak at the tense standoff.
Chongjue wasn’t intimidated by Qifu Yin’s empty threats. He said calmly, “Feel free to announce it to the world. I don’t care. In fact, I’ll thank you. But…”
Hearing this, Qifu Yin’s face turned green.
Chongjue paused, covering Su Hansheng’s ears before smirking. “But Xiaoxiao has no memories now. If he’s gossiped about because of this, Su Xuanlin will probably kill you before I do.”
Qifu Yin was shocked by his shamelessness. “Why would he kill me for no reason? Wen Jingyu, are you crazy?!”
How could he shift all the blame onto others?
As if the marriage contract was forced on him.
Chongjue’s words were shameless, but not without reason. With no memories, Su Hansheng probably didn’t know what “ethics” or “taboo” meant. If the matter were exposed now, he’d be the one most hurt.
Qifu Yin rubbed his forehead, troubled.
But he quickly realized.
“Wait, why should I worry about him? He’s not my real sister!”
He’s just a kid!
Everyone should die!
Su Xuanlin should die too!
Su Hansheng finished his nectar and looked up. “Uncle, is there any more?”
Qifu Yin grunted, handing him another flower.
Su Hansheng: “Thank you, Uncle.”
Qifu Yin: “…”
Qifu Yin stared at Su Hansheng’s beautiful amber eyes, finally sighed deeply, rubbed his forehead, and sat down, looking as if he were pondering life.
Chongjue effortlessly subdued Qifu Yin. After Su Hansheng finished his nectar and took several flowers into his storage ring, they left Infinite Hell.
In the past, Infinite Hell could only be entered with a sacred object, but now it was easy to come and go.
Chongjue took Su Hansheng’s hand back to Hanmang Garden. Su Xuanlin was still sitting under the tree, drinking.
Seeing them return, Su Xuanlin casually waved. “Chongjue, come, let’s play a game of chess.”
Chongjue had wanted to talk to Su Hansheng about the marriage contract, but realized there was nothing to say. He’d drunk the wine, made the contract, and his spiritual energy was clearly on it. No explanation would help.
Su Hansheng had always been playful in words, relaxed in actions, only ever kissing, but he hadn’t expected Chongjue to go so far as to write a marriage contract.
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Qifu Yin was more than a decade younger than them, hardly worth mentioning in the long span of millennia. But to Chongjue and Su Xuanlin, Qifu Yin was always a child, impulsive and loud.
This was meant as idle chatter, but somehow it struck a nerve with Su Xuanlin. He slowly lifted his eyes. “Are you saying I took a child as my Dao Companion?”
Qifu Yin and Qifu Ling were twins, the same age. Wasn’t this a subtle dig at him?
Chongjue frowned at him, thinking he’d drunk himself stupid, talking nonsense so early in the morning.
But the comment was strange. Suddenly, Chongjue thought of something, his heart skipping a beat.
Could Su Xuanlin… have found out?
Su Xuanlin glanced at Chongjue and suddenly smiled. “Just kidding. You’re getting boring.”
Chongjue relaxed.
Right. If Su Xuanlin had discovered anything, he wouldn’t be so calm.
They played chess casually.
Su Hansheng soon returned, sitting beside Chongjue and resting his head on his lap, playing with his wide sleeve—familiar and intimate.
Chongjue, guilty, glanced at Su Xuanlin.
Su Xuanlin only glanced once before continuing his game.
Su Hansheng, bored, tugged at Chongjue’s sleeve and whispered, “Can you win this round?”
Chongjue assessed the board with modest confidence. “About ninety percent certain.”
Su Xuanlin lazily lifted his eyelid and took another sip of wine.
Su Hansheng asked curiously, “But didn’t you lose to my father yesterday?”
“…” Chongjue smiled. “Not today.”
Su Hansheng clapped, eyes sparkling, thinking anyone who could beat his father must be amazing.
Chongjue, unusually competitive, focused intently on the board.
He was already better at chess than Su Xuanlin, and within half an hour, he had cornered the white pieces.
Su Xuanlin frowned.
Chongjue, calm and composed, tossed a black piece in his hand, glancing at Su Hansheng with a barely concealed smile.
The game was decided. Even with three more moves, Su Xuanlin would lose miserably.
But strangely, Su Xuanlin didn’t flip the board as he usually did when losing badly. Instead, he was even calmer than Chongjue, lazily sipping his wine and raising an eyebrow.
“Believe it or not, with just one piece, I can make you lose everything?”
Chongjue smiled, his wide sleeve flowing like snow, making him look like a transcendent immortal.
“Please.”
He wanted to see how Su Xuanlin would struggle. Would he flip the board…
Before he could finish the thought, Chongjue frowned.
Su Xuanlin’s hand slowly picked up a white piece from the box, lazily holding it between two fingers as he placed it on the board.
The position was an insignificant corner, useless even if he scattered pieces everywhere.
But as Su Xuanlin placed the white piece, his finger moved slightly, and it transformed into a strange, glowing orb.
It looked like a magical artifact.
Chongjue picked up a black piece, planning to block him, and said calmly, “Can this artifact turn back time?”
“You know, it doesn’t have that power, but it’s close,” Su Xuanlin said, unmoved by the sarcasm, smiling slightly. “It’s a recording pearl.”
Chongjue’s right eyelid twitched.
“Recording pearl?”
Su Xuanlin maintained his gentle smile, continuing slowly, “Yesterday, I wanted to record the World-Honored One’s drunken glory, but somehow, this recording pearl accidentally fell into your sleeve.”
Chongjue: “…”
Su Hansheng was still playing with his sleeve, waiting for him to beat his father. He glanced up and saw Chongjue’s hand freeze, veins bulging on his wrist.
The black piece slipped from his hand and hit Su Hansheng’s eye, making him gasp.
“Uncle?”
Chongjue remained frozen, expressionless as he looked at Su Xuanlin.
Su Xuanlin kept his polite smile, though a closer look revealed his eyelids, lips, and chin twitching as if he were struggling to restrain himself.
The Immortal Lord said through gritted teeth, “World-Honored One, would you like to review your… glorious… drunken… achievements?”
Chongjue: “…”
By achievements, do you mean the marriage contract?
Chongjue finally understood why Su Xuanlin was acting strange. He calmly withdrew his hand, maintaining his serene composure.
“Do you want me to explain?”
Su Xuanlin smiled sweetly. “Not really—Xiaoxiao, cover your ears.”
Su Hansheng, thinking thunder was coming, stretched his arms to cover Chongjue’s ears instead.
Su Xuanlin’s smile was so strained his face froze, every feature twitching. “Good boy, cover your own. No matter what happens, don’t let go.”
Su Hansheng said “oh” and obediently sat up, covering his ears tightly.
The next instant, Su Hansheng saw his usually gentle, elegant father suddenly change expression. His hand slammed the stone chessboard, sending black and white pieces flying everywhere.
Chongjue closed his eyes briefly, knowing he couldn’t hide it anymore. He stood to face Su Xuanlin’s fury—stepping aside to avoid accidentally hitting Su Hansheng.
Su Hansheng sat there obediently, covering his ears with a confused expression.
To him, everything before him seemed like a silent play slowed down countless times. His father was roaring like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on, robes and chess pieces flying everywhere. From time to time, he pointed at Chongjue’s nose, scolding endlessly, almost coughing up blood.
Chongjue lowered his eyes slightly, looking unusually devoid of his usual dignified World-Honored One aura, accepting everything passively, yet still maintaining the cold, inviolable grace of an untouchable flower on a high peak.
Su Xuanlin roared even more furiously.
The companion tree shook so violently that leaves fell in a cascade, swirling around in the Immortal Lord’s aura like a tornado slowed down several times—a truly shocking sight.
Su Hansheng was extremely curious. He tentatively loosened his hands, nearly stunned by Su Xuanlin’s earth-shaking roar, and immediately covered his ears again.
His father seemed to be cursing Chongjue’s entire family tree, almost every sentence mentioning an elder.
Su Hansheng shuddered.
It was a bit scary. Better to stay far away.
Just as Hanmang Garden descended into chaos, Zhou Gushè kicked the door open, her eyes gleaming as she quickly ran in.
At this point, nothing could stop Su Xuanlin’s rage and hysteria. He was cursing Chongjue’s nonexistent family tree one by one, not even glancing at the newcomer.
The entire Hanmang Garden was a battlefield of ruins.
Zhou Gushè was also immersed in her own world, completely ignoring what was happening around her.
She strode through the battlefield between the thunderously roaring Su Xuanlin and the meditating Chongjue, not even noticing the flying chess pieces hitting her face.
Zhou Gushè walked straight past the smoke-filled battlefield, unaffected by the resounding curses, and went directly to Su Hansheng, who was still covering his ears. She said excitedly, “Come, I know how to restore your memories.”
Su Hansheng couldn’t hear, tilting his head. “Huh?”
Zhou Gushè tapped Su Hansheng’s forehead. “…To cure your brain.”
Seeing Su Hansheng still sitting there dumbly, Zhou Gushè’s patience ran out. She grabbed Su Hansheng by the back of his collar like a cat and lifted him up with such force that she carried him away.
To cure his brain.
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