Martial King Manor.
“Yi’er, you’re back.”
The moment the graceful, mature, and voluptuous woman saw her son return, a radiant smile spread across her face.
She possessed a curvaceous figure and elegant bearing.
Every step she took seemed as light as walking on clouds, carrying an air of innate nobility and refinement.
Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, glossy and beautiful.
Her name was Yurou.
Born into the Rain Clan, she had become widowed while pregnant with Shi Yi.
Left with no one to rely on, she devoted all of her love and attention to raising her son.
“Mother, I’m back.”
Shi Yi greeted her as she approached.
“It’s good that you’re back. So, how did it go? What did you gain?”
As Shi Yi’s mother, Yurou adored her son to an almost obsessive degree.
Back then, for his sake, she had even attacked a newborn child, dug out his Supreme Bone, and transplanted it into her own son.
With his naturally born Divine Eyes and the Supreme Bone, twenty years later Shi Yi had already reached the Venerable Realm.
A twenty-five-year-old Venerable Realm cultivator—
A genius among geniuses.
“The harvest was quite good, Mother.”
Shi Yi felt nothing but gratitude toward his mother.
He knew that everything he had achieved today was inseparable from her unwavering support.
“Come eat first. I’ve already had a banquet prepared. Tell me about your experiences while we dine.”
Taking Shi Yi by the hand, Yurou led him toward the banquet hall.
After the two had left, Shi Hao slowly revealed himself from atop a nearby tree.
“My dear cousin… You’ve had my Supreme Bone for twenty years, yet you’re only at the Venerable Realm?”
“So relying on someone else’s power really does limit your growth.”
“And you, vicious woman… because of you, I nearly died the moment I was born.”
“Aren’t you obsessed with your precious son?”
“Fine. Then I’ll defeat him right in front of you and let you experience true despair.”
“But before that…”
“I should collect a little interest from you first.”
He looked at Yurou’s graceful, mature figure as she walked away, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.
Before transmigrating, he had once read a fanfiction in which the protagonist became Shi Yi and married Shi Hao’s mother.
Now that he had become Shi Hao…
Heh…
Couldn’t he simply reverse the situation?
Although he was rather particular about such things, if it could drive her into despair…
It wasn’t impossible.
Just imagining Shi Yi calling him “Father” was exciting enough.
And if he gave Shi Yi a younger brother—or a younger sister…
Wouldn’t Shi Yi completely lose his mind?
The more Shi Hao thought about it, the more tempting the idea became.
After all, this malicious woman had been a widow ever since before Shi Yi was born.
Before long, Shi Hao got the opportunity he had been waiting for.
After dinner, Yurou returned to her courtyard and began bathing.
Several maids attended to her nearby.
Shi Hao silently watched everything from a tree.
He had to admit…
Shi Yi’s mother was truly beautiful.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have given birth to someone as handsome as Shi Yi.
Those genes were undeniably excellent.
After watching from the tree for an hour, Shi Hao saw Yurou finish her bath and return to her bedroom.
He knew his chance had arrived. Get faster updates on g.com.
Silently, he disappeared from the tree.
“You may leave.”
Inside her bedroom, the freshly bathed Yurou dismissed her attendants.
The three maids bowed before leaving, gently closing the door behind them.
Fresh from her bath, Yurou wore a flowing gauze dress whose fabric draped like water.
It faintly outlined her slender waist and graceful figure.
Her skin, still damp from the bath, seemed even more smooth and radiant, as though covered in a soft glow.
Her long, wet hair rested across her shoulders as droplets slowly slid down the strands, tracing over her fair collarbone before disappearing beneath her robes.
After the maids had gone, Yurou slowly walked over to her dressing table and sat down.
Looking at her flawless reflection in the bronze mirror, she softly hummed a tune.
She picked up an intricately carved wooden comb and gently brushed through her long hair.
The comb’s teeth produced a faint rustling sound as they passed through her hair.
She was in an exceptionally good mood today.
Still humming quietly while combing her hair, she finished and prepared to stand.
Suddenly—
A strange figure appeared in the mirror behind her.
Yurou instantly spun around, releasing the power of the Transformation Realm.
“Don’t waste your effort.”
Shi Hao smiled as he watched her attempt to alert the guards outside.
“I’ve already set up a formation here. No matter how much noise you make, no one outside will hear a thing.”
“Who are you?!”
“How dare you trespass into the Martial King Manor!”
Yurou had never imagined someone would dare infiltrate not only the Martial King Manor but even her private chambers.
“Trespass?”
“No, no, no.”
Shi Hao smiled and shook his head.
“I’m simply returning home.”
“This place was originally my home. How can coming back to my own home be called trespassing?”
“Though I don’t acknowledge this home anymore.”
Still smiling, he casually walked over and sat on Yurou’s bed.
The moment he sat down, he caught the faint fragrance that lingered there.
Watching Shi Hao behave so fearlessly, Yurou didn’t dare act rashly.
At the same time, she continuously tried to send messages outside.
Yet no matter what she did, she received no response.
A trace of panic began to rise within her.
“I already told you.”
“This place is sealed by my formation.”
“With the trash in the Martial King Manor, there’s no way they’ll break it.”
“I’m at the peak of the Venerable Realm.”
“They won’t even be able to detect the formation, much less break it.”
“So stop hoping.”
“No one will know what happens here.”
After saying that, Shi Hao lay comfortably on her bed.
“I suppose I should introduce myself.”
“My name is Shi Hao.”
“I’ve come back to settle old scores with you, you vicious woman.”
“You haven’t forgotten what you did to me twenty years ago, have you?”
His voice suddenly turned ice-cold.
“You dug out my Supreme Bone and transplanted it into your precious son.”
“What a wonderful mother you are.”
His cold gaze fixed upon Yurou.
Hearing those words, Yurou’s face filled with disbelief.
“N-No… impossible…”
“How could you still be alive?”
She simply couldn’t believe that the child whose Supreme Bone she had stolen had survived…
Much less grown to this level.
“Disappointed?”
“Not only did I survive, I’ve grown stronger.”
“And now I’ve returned to settle the debt you owe.”
Shi Hao stood up from the bed.
“In three days…”
“I’ll defeat your son before everyone.”
“Then I’ll throw his severed head at your feet.”
“You’ll finally understand what true despair feels like.”
“Don’t doubt my strength.”
“Your son is only at the Venerable Realm.”
“As for me…”
A faint smile appeared on Shi Hao’s face.
He released a trace of his aura.
Though it was only the slightest fraction of his power, the pressure immediately forced Yurou to the ground.
She couldn’t even breathe properly.
Her knees struck the floor.
“As for me…”
“I ignited my Divine Flame not long ago.”
Leaning close to her ear, Shi Hao whispered softly.
“So your son has absolutely no chance of defeating me.”
“Just wait for his head to appear before you.”
After saying that, Shi Hao burst into laughter and turned to leave.
“No!”
“You can’t hurt my Yi’er!”
“It’s all my fault!”
“Please spare Yi’er!”
“I beg you… don’t harm him!”
Yurou threw herself forward, wrapping both arms around one of Shi Hao’s legs as tears streamed down her face.
Listening to her desperate pleas, Shi Hao’s lips curled into a slight smile.
He slowly turned around, looked down at the woman clinging to his leg, then crouched before her.
Gently caressing her cheek, he spoke in a quiet voice.
“You want me to spare your son?”
“What exactly do you have that could persuade me?”
“If you can offer me something worth accepting…”
“I’ll spare his life.”
“Only his life.”
“Think carefully.”
“What could possibly make me let go of the hatred of having my Supreme Bone stolen?”
“Go on.”
“Tell me.”
(End of Chapter)