For a full ten minutes, Chu Tian was astonished. At this rate of descent,
he reckoned they must have fallen tens of kilometers.
How deep was this place?
Was the Luo family’s minor world truly this vast?
As he pondered this, his descent halted.
The giant dragon slowed its speed and righted itself.
Slowly, Chu Tian noticed a patch of verdant water appearing below.
He couldn’t tell if it was a sea or a lake.
It seemed to stretch boundlessly.
As they drew nearer, a small island emerged from the water.
Seeing this, Chu Tian blinked in surprise.
Why did it look so much like his divine platform?
Even the center of this island featured a large gate.
This…
After landing, Chu Tian remained rooted to the spot.
He stared at the closed gate, its patterns petrified.
Upon closer inspection, they resembled a small sword.
Recalling the gate on his divine platform, entwined with vines,
Chu Tian mused, could it be…
that this was indeed the interior of some powerful being’s divine platform, which had then transformed into a minor world?
The others dispersed to explore.
Meanwhile, Old Madam Ma beckoned to him.
Chu Tian walked over to her. The Old Madam asked in a low voice, “Boy, have you opened your divine platform?”
“Mm…” Chu Tian hesitated, then nodded.
Upon receiving confirmation, Old Madam Ma smiled.
“Grand Aunt, this place…” Chu Tian wanted to ascertain his suspicions.
But Old Madam patted Chu Tian and turned towards the great gate.
*Boom…*
Just as Old Madam Ma turned, a thunderous explosion erupted from the other side of the gate.
A figure flew out.
It was Scholar Qi, who had somehow slipped behind the gate.
At this moment, he was spewing blood, his chest caved in.
Everyone rushed over, gathering together,
their gazes fixed on the gate as if facing a formidable enemy.
The next instant, Chu Tian saw a blur of movement…
His body trembled, and he lunged forward.
Chu Tian’s speed was incredible; he grabbed the man’s collar.
“Ninth Grandfather… Where is Luoluo?”
The other party thrust a palm forward!
“I… damn it…”
Just as it was about to reach Chu Tian’s chest, he forcibly pulled back.
“You brat, you’re courting death…” he roared, his face flushing and paling.
This was Luo Lingfeng, missing for two days. Forcing himself to stop had caused his breath to become uneven.
“Where is Luoluo…” Chu Tian tugged his collar forcefully.
“You damned brat, let go!” Luo Lingfeng’s eyes widened.
“Uh…” Chu Tian realized his loss of composure and sheepishly retracted his hand.
The other party shot him a look and pointed backward.
Chu Tian’s heart nearly leaped out of his chest with that gesture.
Luoluo was indeed with his Ninth Grandfather.
He started to walk backward.
Before he could take a step, his collar was grabbed.
“Come, come, don’t go yet. Luoluo is expelling the cold poison and isn’t dressed…”
“What?” Chu Tian’s eyes bulged.
“What what what? What did you say? Your wife is being exposed…”
*Whoosh…*
Chu Tian shot out like an arrow, heading straight for the half-dead Scholar Qi lying on the ground.
*Thump… thump…*
A kick landed between his legs, accompanied by two sounds like bursting egg yolks.
All the men present involuntarily tightened their crotches.
All the women, including Old Madam Ma, quickly averted their eyes.
Qi Zhengyi’s finger twitched, his face contorted with anger.
Beside him, Qi Shushu also flinched, grabbing Qi Zhengyi’s arm.
“Ah…” Scholar Qi, who had already fainted,
let out a scream and sat up, but only half the cry escaped.
His body listed, and he fainted again.
“…ing, just barely!”
At this moment, Ninth Grandfather Luo Lingfeng had just finished speaking.
Chu Tian’s second kick stopped short, hovering over Scholar Qi’s face.
“Did you see it or not?” Chu Tian’s eyes were red.
He roared at Luo Lingfeng, thinking, you old scoundrel, you talk with such a long pause.
Half a second later, and this kick would have turned his head into a smashed watermelon.
“Uh… probably… not clearly!” The old fellow looked rather sheepish.
Chu Tian didn’t waste any more time listening to him and darted behind the gate.
Not far behind the gate lay a patch of extremely dense flowers.
Chu Tian saw the person he had longed for day and night.
At this moment, only Luoluo’s nose and above were visible above the sea of flowers.
Waves of white mist rose from below.
Seeing this, Chu Tian thought, you old fossil, you tricked me. Who could possibly see clearly from this?
With trembling emotions, he slowly walked towards the flower sea.
On the other side of the gate, Qi Zhengyi looked at Scholar Qi lying on the ground.
Then he looked up towards the gate, his face filled with fury.
Although Chu Tian had saved his life, that kick had also severed Scholar Qi’s life force.
How should this debt be settled?
For a moment, Qi Zhengyi couldn’t figure it out.
Lin Yu crouched beside the half-dead Scholar Qi, his face flushed as he busied himself.
Regardless, the person still needed to be saved.
However, the location of his injury made it difficult for Lin Yu to act.
He remotely controlled his Qi, hastily stopping the bleeding, before checking the wounds on his chest.
Qi Shushu stood beside Qi Zhengyi, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Finally, he seemed to make up his mind and pulled the old man aside.
“What are you doing?” The old man’s face was still full of anger.
“Grandfather… I think we should just let this matter go!” Qi Shushu said cautiously.
“Let it go? That’s your eldest brother… Although… alas!”
Actually, the old man had a conscience.
It was just that his grandson had been crippled, and he couldn’t get past that hurdle.
“Anyway… anyway… Eldest Brother… already has descendants.”
“Crippled is crippled. It saves him from harming others and disgracing the Qi family!”
The more Qi Shushu spoke, the smoother he became, as if he had made up his mind.
“What do you mean? Your eldest brother is not even married, how can he have descendants?”
Qi Zhengyi seemed to have guessed something, and his anger subsided.
As the saying goes, the beam above is crooked, and the beam below will be crooked. The old man knew very well what kind of character Scholar Qi’s father was.
“Uh…” Asked this way, Qi Shushu didn’t know how to continue.
“Speak quickly! You brat, you have exceptional talent, but it’s this indecisive nature that prevents you from achieving anything in chess!”
The old man glared.
“Actually, I… Eleventh Brother and Twelfth Sister, should be… my nephew and niece!”
Qi Shushu, gritting his teeth, quietly revealed the secret he knew!
“What did you say?” Qi Zhengyi yelped, startling Qi Shushu.
Qi Zhengyi’s eyes nearly bulged out. His father only went out to harass other people’s daughters.
This brat Scholar Qi actually harassed his own family, and even gave his own father a cuckold’s hat!
Even having offspring, and letting his own father raise them…
A murderous intent flashed through Qi Zhengyi’s mind. This little bastard…
The people gathered around Luo Lingfeng and Old Madam Ma in the distance couldn’t help but glance over.
Even Chu Tian, from behind the gate, heard the shout.
He looked back, flinched, and wondered if the old man would come looking for him to settle the score.
Luoluo was cultivating to remove the cold energy, and he didn’t know when she would recover.
Should he go back and apologize?
As Chu Tian was thinking,
“Brother…” a celestial voice rang out.
Chu Tian instantly turned his head.
He saw the beautiful, picture-perfect celestial face approaching him.
A pair of slender arms wrapped around his neck as Chu Tian stood stunned.
Then, a touch of coolness met his lips.
*Swoosh…*
An indescribable flame shot from Chu Tian’s toes to the top of his head.
He wrapped his arms around the long-separated beloved and pulled her into his embrace.