Fantasy: Ten Dragons Compete for the Throne, I, the Villain, Choose to Play it Off

Chapter 164 Does the Madman Really Have a Daughter?
Soon, the Martial Madman revealed a smile and said, "Although our son is very disappointing, our daughter is very sensible and has extremely high talent. She broke through the void and entered the Immortal Realm when she was twelve years old."

"You haven't seen what she looks like yet, have you? You wait, I'll bring her out of the Immortal Realm to see you."

After saying this, the Martial Madman took a step forward and instantly appeared in the sky. He transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards the golden crack.

"A martial arts madman!"

Mo Daoren's expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously wanted to stop him.

But then he remembered that Li Qiye was still by his side, hesitated for a moment and stopped, though his face was extremely pale.

"What a madman! Even if that is a passage between immortals and mortals, with your current cultivation level, you'll only be heading for death if you try to go in."

Li Qiye's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

His understanding of the madman was limited to some records of the Li family, and his only relationship with him was through blood; there was no other interaction between them.

The life or death of the madman was of little concern to him.

Li Yueyao, who was not far away, frowned. She had just sensed a familiar aura from Li Suifeng.

After thinking about it carefully for a while, he suddenly realized that it was actually the fantasy magic of the Fantasy Clan.

In other words, the martial arts fanatic Li Suifeng's cultivation method is the fantasy Taoist method of the Starry Sky Fantasy Clan.

The Daoist arts of imagination are extremely strange; they can create things out of thin air. Everything they have comes from their imagination, including their cultivation level and strength.

This was not just random daydreaming, but was related to the strength of their own souls and the level of their daydreaming techniques. She didn't know the specifics of the relationship.

"If the martial arts fanatic Li Suifeng cultivates the Dao of Imagination, then it means that the son and daughter he mentioned probably really exist."

"But his fantasy methods have clearly exceeded the limit. He himself has not even attained immortality. How could he possibly imagine a daughter who broke through the void and stepped into the immortal realm at the age of twelve?"

"Logically speaking, his fantasy magic has failed, and he should have suffered a backlash and died, but strangely, he is currently unharmed..."

Li Yueyao was filled with doubt.

The Daoist practice of imagination is an extremely strange and mysterious technique.

She had tried to tell her brother Qi Ye about this technique, but a bolt from the blue struck, clearly a warning from the heavens.

Li Yueyao couldn't understand why such a warning had appeared, and she still couldn't figure it out, feeling that there was something very wrong with it.

"Could it be that he's a martial arts fanatic, or was he a madman all along?"

A strange feeling stirred within Li Yueyao.

In the world of madmen, everything they fantasize about is considered incredibly real, perfectly aligning with the true meaning of utopian philosophy.

Just then, a figure radiating divine light pierced the sky and fell toward the Seven Nights Palace. Mo Daoren had just stepped out when he suddenly frowned.

The figure turned out to be Li Suifeng, the madman of martial arts.

The next moment, Li Suifeng landed on the ground, completely unharmed, and muttered to himself, "Xiao Wan, did you see that?"

"This is our daughter. She has long since become an immortal. Can you see her?"

Everyone present was stunned by what they saw.

Because there was actually a little girl next to the madman, a girl who was exquisitely beautiful and looked incredibly cute.

However, he didn't look as old as the madman Li Suifeng had described; he appeared to be only about five or six years old.

At this moment, the little girl's eyes were indifferent, devoid of any color.

However, a slight ripple appeared when his gaze swept over Li Qiye.

Mo Daoren was somewhat bewildered.

The cautious old woman next to her was also bewildered.

Li Qiye was also somewhat bewildered.

what is happening?
Just now, everyone thought I was crazy and talking nonsense, and didn't take it seriously at all. They even thought that I was going there with a slim chance of survival and that I had no chance of making it.

After all, that golden crack exuded a trace of celestial energy, and anyone could see its eeriness; it was very likely a passage separating the mortal and immortal realms. Any mortal who stepped into it would surely perish, yet now the Martial Madman had actually brought back a little girl.

Could this little girl really be his daughter?

Of all those present, only Li Yueyao remained relatively calm.

He knew that the madman practiced the Daoist art of fantasy, and since he was a madman, he had unwavering faith in what he believed, which coincided with this technique. It was not impossible for him to cultivate a daughter.

"However, in any case, cultivating a daughter to the level of an immortal is still incredibly exaggerated."

Li Yueyao thought to herself.

She gazed intently at the exquisitely beautiful little girl.

The aura emanating from the other party was very strange; it seemed to possess the aura of an immortal, yet not quite.

But it does possess an extraordinary quality, unlike any other creature.

Just then, Li Qiye looked at the little girl next to the madman.

The little girl looked incredibly delicate, probably only five or six years old. She had her hair in pigtails and wore a white dress. She looked so cute it seemed unreal, as if she had been meticulously sculpted.

The little girl's expression was too indifferent, as if she were covered with a layer of frost. Her face was expressionless, and her eyes were as still as a deep well, as if they had never changed in ages.

"Senior Mo, what is your opinion on this?"

Li Qiye looked at the Mo Daoren beside him and asked in a telepathic message.

"I have never seen anything so bizarre in my life, how can I possibly understand it?"

"But I'm certain she's not human."

Mo Daoren transmitted his voice.

"Could she really be a fairy?"

"That's bullshit!"

"The ethereal aura on her body is very faint, mostly just a trace, and there is almost no human aura on her. It's more like she's a ghost than an ethereal being."

Mo Daoren said in a deep voice, "You should still be careful. The appearance of this thing is very illogical, and I can't figure it out either."

Hearing this, Li Qiye nodded to himself.

After all, he had come into contact with living immortals and knew what immortal energy was.

The little girl in front of me does have a hint of ethereal beauty, but it doesn't emanate from her; it's merely an external aura.

"What do you think? Isn't my daughter adorable?"

The martial arts fanatic Li Suifeng, completely oblivious to anything amiss, said with a smile.

He did indeed have a daughter in his memory, and the little girl in front of him was his daughter, so he didn't feel there was anything wrong with her at the moment.

"This……"

Mo Daoren coughed lightly and said, "Madman Wu, I've never heard of you having a daughter before. By the way, what's your daughter's name?"

"Her name is..."

The madman was about to blurt it out when he suddenly paused, lost in thought.

Just as Li Qiye and the others thought he had realized he didn't have a daughter, he suddenly turned to the little girl beside him and asked:

"By the way, little girl, what's your name?"

"This……"

This is completely hopeless, utterly beyond redemption.

(End of this chapter)