Chapter 513: Indoor

Chapter 513: Indoor

The illusion of a Sitting Oblivion Dao member’s face flashed with a hint of annoyance at the monk’s ridicule. He got up slowly and pretended to brush away the dust on himself before rubbing his left cheek.

“Boss Hong Zhong, you’re capable now. If you want to beat me up, then make me real. I'm already dead, so what can I do if you want to bully me? Can you kill me twice? Believe it or not, I was genuinely concerned about you just now. After all, we’re in the same boat. If you die, we’re all done for," the illusion of a Sitting Oblivion Dao member said, walking up to Li Huowang. He stared quietly at Li Huowang with the two holes in his face.

“Maybe we shouldn’t worry about Shai Zi for now. Let’s deal with the immediate trouble first, such as your problem of cultivating the 'Truth but not ‘Lies.'”

“You have to address that issue sooner rather than later, or you'll go mad before you can even deal with Boss Shai Zi."

Li Huowang was quiet.

The illusion added, “I don't think it's difficult. Boss Hong Zhong, our Sitting Oblivion Dao’s cultivation method of ‘Lies’ is clearly in your mind. Why do you insist on not cultivating it?”

Bang!

Li Huowang’s fist struck the illusion's face. His head jerked violently to the side as blood burst out of his nose and splattered into the air.

Then, Li Huowang kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying away.

“Li Huowang, are you crazy? I was serious!”

The clinking of metal against metal echoed as Li Huowang opened his bag of torture tools. The instruments gleamed with a crimson cold light as Li Huowang held the illusion by the head.

Finally, the illusion stopped talking. He looked reluctant expression, but he ran away from Li Huowang.

“Brother Li, what he said does make sense. Why not listen to him?” Zhuge Yuan asked.

“Brother Zhuge, have you already forgotten about who told us that we should cultivate ‘Lies’ when cultivating ‘Truth’?”

“Shai Zi.”

“Yes, exactly! It’s a Shai Zi! I’m a Strayed One. Why do you think he told me that?”

Li Sui’s concern brought a rare sense of warmth to Li Huowang’s heart. He patted her head gently without opening his eyes.

“I understand, but you can’t help with what’s to come. Just stay put and don’t get into trouble. That's good enough for me.”

Li Sui felt a sense of frustration for the first time. She knew she was strong, as even Second Mom had praised her. How come Dad is convinced that I can’t do anything?

Li Huowang slept soundly that night, perhaps due to the accumulated fatigue throughout the journey.

He woke up on the afternoon of the next day.

How long was I asleep for? Thirteen hours? Fourteen hours? No, this world only has twenty-two hours in a day. I shouldn’t have slept for so long.

Li Huowang was about to get up when Li Sui rushed toward him and said excitedly, “Dad, I did many things last night! I cleaned the floor! I cleaned the entire house! I even filled the water jar!”

“Good job, well done,” Li Huowang said, sitting up on the bed. He grabbed his Daoist robes and bronze coin veil from the stool.

After putting them on, he still felt like something was missing. His bag of torture tools was missing.

“Did you take it with you?” Li Huowang asked, staring at Li Sui. There was no way a thief would steal those bloody tools.

“Yes, I washed off the blood on the tools, and I also noticed that some of them had dulled, so I sharpened them with a whetstone.”

Li Sui then took out many different torture tools from inside of her. The tools seemed to shine brightly as if they were brand new. Li Sui presented them like treasures before Li Huowang.

Li Huowang nodded. He took the bag and hung it back on his belt. Then, he patted Li Sui as if rewarding her.

“Dad, did I do well?”

“Yes.”

“Really well, you're so damned filial," Li Huowang responded and glared fiercely at the Sitting Oblivion Dao illusion that had spoken in his stead.

The illusion shrank back and darted out of the room.