Chapter 17: Thousand Spider Threads, No Longer Benevolent
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The other party wore a cute Cute Ox Mask, but the eyes behind the mask held no trace of cuteness.
The moment their gazes met, Sun Changbiao felt the taste of death.
An overwhelming killing intent, like a torrential flood breaking through a dam, surged to shatter his mental defenses!
"This is Xu's Wood Carving Shop! You... You dare to commit murder here?!"
Enduring the intense pain in his abdomen, Sun Changbiao screamed in the face of death.
His internal energy surged within him, his tendons snapped taut, and a fine thread of internal energy wriggled in his palms, showcasing his Sinew Opening Realm cultivation as he prepared to counterattack.
Sun Changbiao was well aware that this was the Xu Compound, where many old woodcarvers lived. If he could buy some time, he might receive help!
At the very least, his elder brother and father lived in nearby courtyards and would come to his aid at the first sign of trouble!
Li Che looked at Sun Changbiao with indifference, seeing none of the usual gentle and refined demeanor.
In reality, Li Che never imagined that someone so gentle and kind on the outside could be so cruel and vicious to his own daughter...
Ordering his daughter to cook and do chores was one thing, but to beat her with a bamboo cane at the slightest dissatisfaction...
One can never truly know a person's heart.
Of course, these details were not important...
What mattered was that Li Che had heard Sun Changbiao's words.
He confirmed that Sun Changbiao harbored malicious intentions toward Xixi, placing the Furious Spirit Infant Woodcarving last night, intending to offer Xixi to the Dharma Master in exchange for a son!
This was enough reason for him to die.
At this thought, Li Che's heart filled with a surge of malevolence and killing intent.
Bang!
Stimulated by the life-and-death situation, Sun Changbiao roared, slamming his arms into the ground with all his might, his back tendons taut like strings, and he launched a powerful punch at Li Che with a thunderous impact!
The strength of his tendons and internal energy erupted!
However...
The towering, ox-faced figure simply raised his hand, his large fist clenching tightly and thrusting forward.
Instantly, a sound like the roar of a dragon and the cry of an elephant, a terrifying noise carrying a powerful shockwave, shook the air and raged through the room.
The fists collided, and a bone-cracking sound echoed!
Sun Changbiao screamed in terror, his eyes filled with fear!
"Bone Tempering?! Bone Tempering Warrior!"
Such strength could only belong to a Bone Tempering Warrior!
How could a Bone Tempering Warrior appear out of nowhere in the compound to kill him?!
With one punch, Li Che shattered Sun Changbiao's arm bones. The eyes behind the Cute Ox Mask remained indifferent and calm.
His fingers beneath the sleeve flicked, and the Dao Fruit Immortal Craft twitched.
An invisible silver thread, like a spider's silk or a razor-sharp sword, tore through the air, dancing wildly and creating a sudden gust of wind.
Mechanism: Thousand Spider Threads!
Accompanied by the sounds of snapping and slicing.
Five fingers clenched, and the threads rapidly retracted, returning to the sleeves of his robe.
The towering figure pressed down his hat, shook his sleeves, and in a few quick steps, rushed into the courtyard.
He opened the gate from the inside and left, disappearing into the snowstorm.
Sun Changbiao stared blankly at the departing figure.
A thin red line slowly oozed blood from his neck...
The overturned Eight Immortals table behind him was silently cut in half, the cut perfectly smooth.
At the same time, cut...
Was Sun Changbiao's head.
With a thud, his head tilted and fell from his neck, accompanied by a spray of hot blood.
The room was filled with the stench of blood.
Liu Shi, who had collapsed on the side, was already terrified into a stupor, her body trembling like a sieve.
As the wind and snow howled through the broken door, She finally let out a terrified scream from the depths of her throat!
"Murder... Murder!"
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...
In the dark alley, Li Che dispelled the power of the Dragon-Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit, his body returning to normal. He put on his clothes, took out the Cute Ox Mask, and crushed it into a pile of wood chips with a clench of his fingers.
Pressing down his hat, Li Che listened to the sobbing and crying carried by the wind and snow.
His expression remained unchanged.
If Sun Changbiao were to live, he would continue to pose a significant threat to Xixi. Li Che feared that if he ever lost sight of Xixi, it would be him who would be crying.
In this world, one's heart must not be tender, and one's hand must not be soft.
Li Che no longer considered himself a good person. Killing was not a first for him; the black-skinned giant and now Sun Changbiao were just examples.
His hands were stained with blood.
But he only wanted to protect his daughter.
This was his duty as a father.
"I am still too weak. If I could... wipe out the Spirit Child Sect, Xixi would be safe."
Li Che looked at his palm and murmured softly.
Then, he lifted his head and strode out of the alley.
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...
Li Che returned to the courtyard, where Old Chen was playing with Xixi.
He extravagantly used his internal energy to melt the snow in the courtyard, leaving a dry ground for the little girl to run around in her walker.
"Daddy!" The little girl's eyes lit up when she saw Li Che.
She wobbled over to him, and Li Che smiled, "Does little stinky Xixi miss Daddy?"
He picked her up and teased her little nose.
Old Chen felt a pang of jealousy and did not use his internal energy to melt the snow. Snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
"Daddy is still the best. Grandpa Chen played with you all day, but now that Daddy is back, you don't want Grandpa Chen anymore." Old Chen pouted, and the air seemed to fill with a sour scent.
Li Che burst out laughing, pointing at Old Chen.
Zhang Ya walked out of the kitchen with a steaming dish, smiling gently, "Uncle Chen, Husband, come and eat."
She placed the dishes on the table, a rich and nutritious spread with meat and fish.
She took a small bowl, picked out some fish meat, and mixed it with porridge to feed Xixi, who was sitting in her high chair, banging on her wooden bowl.
Li Che and Old Chen started eating, drinking wine and chatting.
Zhang Ya's cooking was excellent, and Old Chen often came over for meals without any guilt. After all, the cost of a few meals was nothing to Li Che.
Moreover, to spend time with Xixi, Old Chen began reducing his work and often referred his woodcarving clients to Li Che, who received many well-paid jobs.
After the meal, Old Chen strolled out, humming a tune, in a pleasant mood.
However, not far from the courtyard, hurried footsteps approached, and he encountered a figure with a panicked expression.
"Little Liu, where are you going?"
Old Chen recognized him, the younger son of Old Liu, a master woodcarver.
"Oh, it's Master Chen. Sigh... Something happened, something happened to my sister..."
Little Liu's face was grim, but he stopped to greet Old Chen.
Old Chen's expression immediately turned serious.
Little Liu's sister... wasn't she Sun Changbiao's wife?
"A villain suddenly appeared in the Xu Compound, broke into my brother-in-law's courtyard, and brutally killed him... Sigh... Father sent me to inform the shopkeeper... Sigh..."
Little Liu sighed deeply, exchanging a few words with Old Chen before hurrying away from the courtyard.
The cold wind howled, piercing and bone-chilling, and the world was eerily quiet.
Sun Changbiao... dead?
He had just informed Li Che that Sun Changbiao was the one who had his eye on Xixi.
Now, Sun Changbiao was dead, brutally murdered at home.
A coincidence?
Old Chen clutched his wine gourd, his expression becoming complex.
(End of Chapter)