As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 821: Chapter 262: Xi Xi, at Age 5, Condenses True Qi and Enters Grandmaster Level, Forging the Six Desires Aspect with the Power of a Sword Immortal [Seeking Monthly Ticket]

This Five Elders Middle Level Corpse God Seal has become extremely docile, devoid of any malicious aura.

Silently hovering in the air, it spins continuously.

Subdued thoroughly by a single slap from Gouzi.

A hovering “touch” character signifies the attributes of this Corpse God Seal.

Yellow Sword Wine, with its Soul Capturing technique, stares dumbfoundedly beside Li Che.

Is it… over?

This is the Corpse God Seal!

Yellow Sword Wine is all too aware of the terrifying nature of this Corpse God Seal, having been tormented by it to the point of wishing for death.

Yet, such a Corpse God Seal, under a single paw strike from Gouzi… no, Senior Dog, had its Corpse God Will completely extinguished and became thoroughly docile?

Yellow Sword Wine felt an inexplicable reverence, sheathed his Sword Qi, and demonstrated utmost respect.

Senior Dog… formidable!

Li Che’s eyes widened with surprise as he glanced at the owner who remained casual, took a puff of his cigarette, and flicked away the ash, growing increasingly curious about their origins.

Even his dog… is this fierce?

What about this owner then?

Li Che withdrew his gaze and looked at the Big Black Dog, who proudly waved its paw, its eyes filled with a hint of playfulness and smugness.

As if to say, a light swipe of the paw earns a day to play with Xi Xi, Gouzi struck gold!

Li Che chuckled, reassuring Gouzi.

He, Li Che, always means what he says, deceiving neither the young nor the old.

With a thought, he closed the Heaven and Earth chessboard, took the Corpse God Seal into it, and then cleansed it with the freshly achieved Third Transformation Pure Heart Dao Fruit Divinity, before flicking the Corpse God Seal into Yellow Sword Wine’s Soul Capturing forehead.

“I entrust you with the Corpse God Seal, to trace the Corpse God Cult’s movements in Qianyuan Dao City…”

Li Che said.

Upon hearing this, Yellow Sword Wine solemnly complied.

“At your command, Lord.”

Then, Yellow Sword Wine was taken away by Li Che, turned into a Confining God Chess piece, and cultivated within the Heaven and Earth chessboard.

After all, having self-destructed once and then shattered by the Big Black Dog, Yellow Sword Wine’s Soul Capturing state had somewhat declined.

Before being stored, Yellow Sword Wine hesitated, tears in his eyes.

It’s not…

You’re really not going to let him drink even one cup?

Unfortunately, Li Che ignored his longing gaze to thirstily drink three hundred cups of Dragon Blood Wine.

Li Che dusted off his Mo Shan and stepped into the restaurant.

“Boss, some food, please.”

“Only noodles.”

“Then bring a bowl of noodles.”

“Heh.”

“I’m not picky.”

“Wait then.”

The boss snuffed out his cigarette, but there was no smell of tobacco on him, turned around to push the door, and a crisp ring from the copper bell hung on the door followed.

Moments later, a fragrant aroma wafted from the kitchen.

A small lamp, a bowl of noodles.

As warm as ever.

…

…

Li Che kept his word, and the next day he brought Xi Xi to the restaurant.

She played with the Big Black Dog all day; of course, Xi Xi was the happiest, with her mouth almost never stopping all day thanks to the boss’s treats.

Whatever she wanted to eat, the boss would make it for her.

From time to time, Xi Xi would ride on the Big Black Dog, bending over with her little hands around the Big Black Dog’s neck, running back and forth in the alleys.

The Big Black Dog, with its tongue lolling, jumped around joyfully, whisking Xi Xi with wind-sweeping speed.

It didn’t seem like the same Senior Dog that had extinguished the Corpse God Will with a single slap the previous night.

But, happy times are always brief, and after indulging in food and fun for a day at the restaurant, Li Che left with Xi Xi.

Li Che, holding Xi Xi’s little hand, father and daughter disappeared into the dark alleys of Thunder Alley amid the sinking night.

The doggie, puffing out its breath, suddenly felt life was less fun, lay back down on the ground, yawned, and began to snore heavily.

The boss watched until their figures completely disappeared.

Only then did the boss sigh, took out rolling paper, pinched a bit of tobacco from his pouch, rolled a cigarette, and lit it with a match.

The fire crisply burned the rolling paper making a “sizzling” sound.

The smoke blurred, and the moonlight was cold.