Dual cultivation makes you stronger, everyone else is a prodigy, and I'm the only one slacking

Li Yunyu and Feng Qiguang chatted casually for a few minutes.

Feng Qiguang felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He had wanted to leave early, but the banquet was not over yet and the guests had not left. He was representing the family's reputation at this time, and it would be undignified for him to leave halfway through.

The groom at today's wedding banquet is not Li Yunyu.

He traveled a long way, even preparing a gift and a commemorative stone. But he found himself seemingly having been tricked.

The instigator, however, sat calmly beside him, looking completely innocent.

Li Yunyu turned his head slightly, "Judging from Brother Feng's appearance, has my Li family failed to provide adequate hospitality?"

Feng Qiguang said irritably, "If you stop playing tricks on me, then I'll consider it a proper welcome."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Li Yunyu's lips. He said, "What do you mean?"

Feng Qiguang was furious and gritted his teeth: "Why do you ask a question you already know the answer to...?"

Li Yunyu said calmly, "I really don't know."

Seeing his innocent look, Feng Qiguang became even angrier and said coldly, "I'm too lazy to waste words with you. Our paths may only cross today. I hope we never meet again."

"Is that so?" Li Yunyu chuckled.

He raised his hand, and a maidservant immediately brought over a new white jade wine pot.

Li Yunyu poured wine from the pot with fluid, graceful movements.

The spirit wine was poured into the white glazed cup, and its fragrance immediately filled the air.

He poured himself a cup first, then filled another empty cup and slowly pushed it in front of Feng Qiguang.

"This cup is to Brother Feng."

Feng Qiguang looked at him suspiciously, but didn't take it, saying, "What are you offering me?"

"I am deeply grateful that you wrote this letter to comfort me!"

Li Yunyu rested his elbow lightly on the edge of the table, his lips twitching slightly, and continued,

"The deceased are gone, but the living must fend for themselves. I have thought about what Brother Feng said in his letter for a long time, and I think there is some truth to it."

Upon hearing this, Feng Qiguang's heart stirred, and a hint of joy flashed across the corner of his eye. "It's good that you can come to terms with it."

This scoundrel, though cunning, isn't entirely beyond redemption. It seems today's wedding banquet was a blunder.

Feng Qiguang was quite confident in his intelligence. He had his key information about the Northern Sword Alliance in Fengqi Town kept from him.

After thinking it through, Feng Qiguang's expression softened slightly. He picked up his wine glass, gently clinked glasses with Li Yunyu, and drank it all in one gulp.

As the banquet drew to a close, the officiant's resounding announcement of sending the bride into the bridal chamber seemed to silence the surrounding noise.

Li Yunyu leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Feng Qiguang's face.

Feng Qiguang was taken aback by his gaze and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

"I just suddenly remembered something I don't understand."

Li Yunyu's fingertips caressed the rim of the glass, causing the wine inside to ripple in concentric circles.

"You wouldn't back down back then, you were so determined to have her, but now you're backing down so decisively."

"Even if I told you that Guixu might be able to gather souls, you not only showed no interest, but you were also more quick than anyone else to advise me to give up."

He paused, his voice turning several degrees colder, "Feng Qiguang, have you truly let go?"

Feng Qiguang's heart tightened, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Of course he didn't let go. Xiao Guai is alive and well, so why should he let go?

He just didn't want this loser to find out, especially since there was also Cui Xiu involved.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the effects of the medicine, Shuo Meng, quietly kicked in.

At the same time, Li Yunyu's grayish-white pupils turned slightly black, but fortunately, they were covered by white silk, so no one noticed.

The caster doesn't even need to break through divine sense to read fragments of the other person's past memories from a distance. The person being spied on is merely slightly drowsy, attributing it to being tipsy from drinking.

Li Yunyu's eyes followed Feng Qiguang's memories, scene by scene.

The first scene showed him how Yu Luoning appeared in Fengqi Town and met with Fengqi Guang.

The second scene shows Yu Luoning standing in the ruins, giving him a Dao-patterned stone. The stone is engraved with crooked little fish.

The third scene shows the two venturing side-by-side through the underground spiritual veins of the Northern Sword Alliance.

The last image is of a man in purple.

This person hovered in the sky, casually eliminating the Sword Alliance leader for them, then turned around and laughed mockingly and arrogantly.

He said, "When she and Yu were kissing in bed, weren't you sound asleep right next to them? How come you're suddenly acting like a hero now that it's dawn?"

"..."

The scene abruptly ended, and countless cracks appeared in the wine cup in Li Yunyu's hand.

His heart was filled with murderous intent, but his face remained calm.

Over here, Feng Qiguang raised his hand and pressed his brow, feeling a heavy drowsiness wash over him.

"This liquor... seems a bit strong."

"Only strong liquor can make you drunk, and only when you're drunk can you relieve your worries," Li Yunyu said in a flat voice.

Feng Qiguang frowned, his breathing seemed to become heavier, and said, "You're right, but... people have to look forward."

Li Yunyu looked at him, his eyes as cold as ice in February: "You're quite tolerant..."

"What...what did you say?"

"It's nothing, you're just drunk."

Li Yunyu was enveloped in an impenetrable layer of cold air.

He slowly raised his hand and instructed the servant outside the door, "Take Young Master Feng to the guest room to rest."

Before long, two servants came forward to help the swaying Feng Qiguang.

As Feng Qiguang moved, the object hanging from her waist bumped lightly against the corner of the table with a thud.

Li Yunyu glanced at it and saw half of the Daoist stone exposed between the hollowed-out gold thread patterns, with a familiar salted fish pattern carved on the stone surface.

That was the pattern that Yu Luoning had carved on the bamboo tube of milk tea.

She herself said at the time that it was her personal symbol.

Li Yunyu pinched his fingertips, coldly watching the stone disappear into the distance with Feng Qiguang's footsteps.

He pursed his lips slightly, and several wine glasses on the table shattered into dust instantly.

Under the white silk, he closed his eyes.

"No rush... there's plenty of time."