BaiShe sketched a sarcastic smile. " Father, I think you too have the right to happiness... you are the Patriarch after all. "
" Son, your mother fills with happiness... " replied Feng with an emphasis a little too forced to be sincere.
" So why are you drinking more these days ? " asked BaiShe while pointing at a small flask that was sticking out from his father’s sleeve.
Xuan Feng sighed at length, his shoulders slumping slightly. He stood up and ca to pat his son’s shoulder with paternal affection tinged with lancholy.
" BaiShe, the path of cultivation is strewn with pitfalls... Sotis, we fall madly in love with an ice beauty, a magnificent woman whose power fascinates us... and we realize much later, that she is in reality quite irascible and has nearly destroyed our Dantian multiple tis out of simple jealousy... "
He marked a pause, his blue eyes seeming to relive centuries of explosive dostic scenes.
" So, in those monts, we can only console ourselves by practicing the Dao of intoxication... it is the only law that allows us to temporarily forget that we sleep next to a dragon ready to consu us at the slightest misstep. "
Feng took out a jade gourd from his sleeve and handed it to BaiShe. The perfu that emanated from it was so powerful that it made the Qi vibrate in BaiShe ’s blood.
" Son, you should taste it. It is a nectar distilled from frost lotus and sun grains. Above all do not tell your mother that I gave you alcohol... otherwise, we will both be cultivating in the coal mines of the lower kingdoms by this evening. "
BaiShe accepted the gourd, feeling the warmth of the liquid through the jade wall. " Humm... thank you for the attention, father. I suppose that the wisdom of the Patriarch also resides in discretion. "
" Precisely, " concluded Feng while heading toward the exit with a step that had beco dignified again. " Repair this room before she cos back to inspect the premises. And be careful with Princess Xue... They seem quite... are dangerous than your mother. "
Once alone, BaiShe brought the gourd to his lips and took a sip. The burning liquid descended into his throat, releasing a massive spiritual energy that imdiately began to repair the tissues damaged by Sijin’s blows.
’ The Dao of intoxication... ’ he thought with a rictus.
’ It seems that even if so powerful... We will always get corrected by our mother... The Celestial Demon is no exception...’
***
The silence of the room was broken only by the irregular whistling of BaiShe ’s breathing. Lying down the young master tried to stabilize his internal Qi, which was swirling chaotically following the brutal correction inflicted by his mother.
Every movent, even the slightest, awakened a throbbing pain at the level of his cracked ribs, while his ridians, usually so fluid, seed obstructed by residues of the Law of Pride.
" The power of an 8th stage Heavenly Emperor was not sothing to take lightly, even if he had not even used 1% of his power..."
With a slow and calculated gesture to minimize the pain, BaiShe seized the jade gourd that his father had left him. He unscrewed the cap, releasing a heady perfu. He brought the spout to his lips and took a long sip. The amber liquid descended into his throat like a stream of purifying fire, imdiately beginning to knit the damaged tissues of his abdon.
Even before the intruder spoke, BaiShe recognized the hesitant Qi signature of his servant.
" Enter... Anyway there is no door" he declared in a deliberately weakened voice, masking his power behind a mask of weariness.
Hue Qing entered timidly, head lowered. Her long dark green hair fell in silky cascades over her black robe, framing a face of jade pallor. She stopped a few steps from the bed, her hands trembling slightly in her long sleeves. Her black eyes, usually dull, shone with sincere worry and devouring guilt.
" Young Master... I felt your aura weakening through the walls of the pavilion... " she began, her voice nothing but a whisper broken by emotion.
She approached the bedside, her eyes fixing on the red marks that were beginning to show through BaiShe ’s fine silk tunic.
" Your aura is so disturbed... Is it still because of... " she asked while clenching her fists against her chest. " I know that having refused to kill , the Devourer, can cause a Qi deviation in your Dantian because of your dao heart... You are suffering because of ... "
BaiShe turned his head toward her, displaying a lancholic smile.
’ Well, I just got beaten by my mother... But it is true that this kind of decision, contrary to my principles should cause a qi deviation, if I were truly the Dao Executor... ’
" It is nothing, Qing’er... " he replied while placing a reassuring hand on hers.
" From the second I accepted you into my house, I assud the consequences of my actions. A scholar of the Xuan family never goes back on his word, even if the Dao itself demands a sacrifice. "
Hue Qing felt her heart skip a beat. This selfless devotion, or at least what she perceived as such, broke her last ntal defenses.
She recalled her Physique of the Erald Abyss, this cursed constitution that passively absorbed the surrounding energy.
" I hope that the different that the different that you had with your mother is not so serious... Let help you, my Lord... " she proposed with a sudden determination.
" My body can drain the excess stagnant energy that blocks your ridians. If you allow , I can massage your fragile bones and absorb the Qi residues from Mada Sijin that make you suffer. "
BaiShe feigned hesitation, slightly frowning behind his monocle before sighing.
" If that can soothe your heart, Qing’er... I will not oppose it. "
With a fluid movent, he sat on the edge of the pedestal and began to slowly undo his black tunic. The fabric slipped off his shoulders, exposing a chiseled torso marked by large purple bruises left by his mother’s blows.
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