Amidst the urgent croaking of frogs, Li Nanfang heard a gust of wind rushing towards him.
Someone was hiding in Old Du's single room, and the moment Li Nanfang opened the door, they launched the most ferocious attack at him.
Had it been anyone else, they would have likely been caught off guard and hit.
But who was Li Nanfang?
From the day he debuted—
Except for Yang Xiao and Sui Yueyue (who was also a formidable person), it seemed no one had successfully ambushed him.
Heh.
As Li Nanfang sneered inwardly, he suddenly raised his leg and roared, "Hey!"
His roar was like spring thunder tearing through dark clouds.
It shook the entire Baiyun Temple, making it tremble and emit a sound like the roar of a black dragon traversing the vast sky (an echo).
As unseen dust from the rooftop rustled down, the uncomfortable, eerie feeling Li Nanfang had sensed upon entering the courtyard dissipated instantly with that fierce, powerful roar.
The person rushing at him from the darkness was forcefully kicked back by Li Nanfang's right foot.
Bang!
As the attacker's back slammed hard against the wall of the single room, a muffled groan of pain escaped.
Although Li Nanfang could not see anything inside the dim room,
He could pinpoint the attacker's location based on that painful groan.
He raised his leg, about to lunge—
But a sinister woman's voice came from the east wall: "Li Nanfang, are you going to kick your great-grandson, whom you just conceived, to death?"
Li Nanfang, who was poised to strike, froze on the spot upon hearing the voice.
The dark single room suddenly fell silent.
No.
It wasn't silence, but deathly stillness!
Li Nanfang narrowed his eyes slightly, faintly hearing three heartbeats besides his own.
One heartbeat was rapid, belonging to the person he had kicked away.
One heartbeat was calm, ethereal, and almost inaudible, belonging to Daoist Du.
The remaining heartbeat was one of suppressed excitement.
"Sigh."
After a full minute, Li Nanfang sighed softly.
He said in a faint tone, "Yang Tiantian, I thought you had died years ago. I didn't expect you to be alive. Even less did I expect you to join the Dark Net. If you joined the Dark Net, so be it, but why return to the East Land? I dare not, nor can I, kill you. But what if you encountered Yang Xiao? Do you think Guan Guan would let you off again?"
Who was Yang Tiantian?
Yue Zitong, the mistress of Emperor Valley, was Yang Tiantian's daughter.
Li Nanfang's grandson, Li Qianfan, was already 22 years old.
So, how old was Yang Tiantian now?
By normal human lifespan, Yang Tiantian should be old.
But this woman!
Just because she stayed in Misty Village for a period, her entire destiny changed drastically.
Why did Li Nanfang say Yang Tiantian had joined the Dark Net?
It was because when he entered, along with the frog's croak, the woman who sprang out like an arrow frog was with Yang Tiantian!
Yang Tiantian, hidden in the darkness, said nothing.
Li Qianfan looked at the wall opposite the door and asked coldly, "You, are you Dai Paipai, the one who unsettled Qianfan?"
In the darkness.
After the sound of someone kneeling could be heard, a woman's voice finally came: "Paipai pays her respects to the old man."
Thump.
Thump, thump.
The three kowtows Dai Paipai made in the darkness were genuine.
When Li Nanfang spoke again, his tone had softened slightly: "Are you sure that night you conceived Qianfan's child?"
Before Dai Paipai could speak—
Daoist Du's voice came: "This humble Daoist has examined her physiognomy, and her reproductive palace does indeed glow. Moreover, they are twins. This might be related to her having taken some fertility-enhancing drug beforehand. And this humble Daoist can also testify that Mistress Dai's attack on you was coerced. Her purpose in coercing the attack was to seek your guidance."
"Old scoundrel, is it your place to interfere in our family's affairs?"
Li Nanfang cursed irritably and pressed his hand against the wall.
With a snap.
A light bulb above the single room lit up.
At most fifteen watts, but enough for Li Nanfang to clearly see Dai Paipai, pale-faced with blood at the corner of her lips; to see Daoist Du, sitting cross-legged like an otherworldly master; and to see the woman standing behind Daoist Du, holding a knife to his neck.
Li Nanfang looked at this woman.
The woman wore a loose black robe that concealed her figure.
But her face was unchanged from Li Nanfang's memory.
Still as demure with a hint of charm, and as weak with an undercurrent of lust!
"You—"
Li Nanfang stared at the woman and said softly, "You've finally found the legendary Heavenly Demon Dance of the Snow Hidden Tantra."
Giggle.
At least eighty-eight years old, but her appearance eternally preserved as when Li Nanfang first met her, Yang Tiantian let out a soft laugh.
Her laughter was clear and lingering, imbued with a continuous aura of lust.
"Li Nanfang, you are mistaken."
Yang Tiantian's laughter subsided, and she said leisurely, "Heavenly Demon Dance is merely a Han Chinese term. In Snow Hidden, it is called the Divine Maiden's Joyful Heavenly Dance."
"Yang Tiantian, how do you find the scenery of Baiyun Temple?"
Li Nanfang did not continue discussing the Heavenly Demon Dance with Yang Tiantian, and suddenly asked this question.
Dai Paipai, still kneeling, looked bewildered.
Daoist Du lowered his brows and murmured, "Amitabha."
Yang Tiantian's expression suddenly changed: "Li Nanfang, you want to kill me!?"
Crack.
Crack, crack.
Li Nanfang's knuckles popped like beans being crushed as he twisted them, and something in his eyes, brimming with killing intent, seemed poised to roar out.
He grinned savagely, "I suddenly feel. You have lived too long in this world! Your husband and my martial aunt are surely waiting for you to join them, and they hope you'll come sooner. Therefore, I've decided to break the vow I made never to kill you. Tonight, I shall send you to your rightful place!"
Yang Tiantian's face changed dramatically again: "But don't you forget! You, Li Nanfang, also belong to me."
"Shut up!"
Li Nanfang roared again, "You unfaithful, disloyal, degenerate, and evil being who corrupts others! Dying tonight is your best end."
"Nanfang, you've changed."
Yang Tiantian's face, filled with terror, turned to one of tearful distress. "You are no longer the Nanfang who held my hand and comforted me not to be afraid."
Li Nanfang took a step—
Yang Tiantian suddenly smiled again: "Li Nanfang, do you really think I fear you and will let you kill me?"
"Relying on your fair skin?"
Li Nanfang's face was expressionless as he walked towards her. "Or relying on the soul-summoning banners hidden in the tree branches outside in the courtyard, forming a soul-capturing formation?"
"Don't you want to know where I found my Heavenly Demon Dance?"
Yang Tiantian ignored the approaching Li Nanfang and spoke to herself. "Don't you want to know why I was able to break the Dark Net's rule of 'only Great Yellow Flowers can be president' and become the chief president of the Dark Net more than twenty years ago?"
Li Nanfang paid no heed and walked up to her, raising his hand.
Just as his right hand was about to lock onto Yang Tiantian's throat like a viper, Daoist Du suddenly spoke: "Layman Nanfang. Layman Yang has found the Door of Reincarnation that Layman Li Xiao and Layman Wuji almost found on the Snow Hidden Plateau 21 years ago."
What!?
Li Nanfang, whose eyes were filled with killing intent, trembled slightly at the words and slowly lowered his right hand.
The Door of Reincarnation on the Snow Hidden Plateau was also known as the Time Tunnel.
It was even suspected by Li Xiao to be a loophole through which 209 came into this world.
Ji Ya, who had reached the peak of human beauty, might have gone to that place.
Back then.
Li Xiao had wanted to search for that door, but Li Wuji was terrified and absolutely forbade him to go.
That matter was then set aside.
Many people spoke of the Door of Reincarnation on the Snow Hidden Plateau as mere legend.
It was said that old Hitler, during the war, had assembled a search team to find that door, and so on.
"Paipai, fetch a meditation cushion for your husband's father."
Seeing that Li Nanfang had calmed down, Yang Tiantian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew the knife from Old Du's neck, and said to Dai Paipai.
Dai Paipai, who had been kneeling on the ground the whole time, quickly got up and fetched a meditation cushion.
As Li Nanfang sat down cross-legged, he took out a box from his怀.
He handed it to Dai Paipai and said in a gentle voice, "This is a fetal protection medicine personally refined by Yang Xiao. I had originally intended to give it to Su. Never mind. Since I've encountered you tonight, this medicine is fated to be with you. Although Old Du says your reproductive palace is glowing, and you were with Qianfan just the night before last, my kick just now will have injured your meridians. In any case, this medicine will be useful to you."
This box of medicine was intended for Li Nanfang to give to Su Zui.
But after he said the word "Su," he realized he couldn't mention Su Maomao.
Dai Paipai, however, thought Li Nanfang was going to give it to Su Nanyin.
She was immediately overjoyed and quickly thanked her father-in-law, accepting the medicine with both hands.
"Your martial arts skills are merely at the rudimentary level, relying on the improved version of 209 and the evil ways taught to you by Yang Tiantian."
Li Nanfang thought for a moment, then solemnly instructed Dai Paipai, "But if you encounter me, Yang Xiao, Wuji, or Qianfan, who will officially enter the inner circle in two years. If you dare to confront them directly, you will surely die."
Dai Paipai said softly, "Paipai remembers this."
Li Nanfang added, "From now on, do not target Su Nanyin anymore."
Dai Paipai bit her lip hard and remained silent.
Seeing this, Li Nanfang sighed silently.
He looked at Old Du and said, "Speak. What did this demonic woman tell you?"