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

The wedding ended, and only after the last group of guests left the noisy Li family mansion did things quiet down.

The red silk hanging from the eaves fluttered in the wind, and Li Xiandao was completely drunk.

He slowly walked up to his half-brother, pointed at Li Yunyu, and began to curse, "Are you satisfied now? Let me marry that ugly woman!"

"You're willing to die for a fickle woman, so why do you have to hurt me like this? Preventing me from marrying the person I love."

"You're just jealous. Jealous that I was more pampered than you growing up, and that the person I like likes me too. You're such a dark and despicable person..."

Li Xiandao has a handsome face, and upon closer inspection, he bears a striking resemblance to Li Yunyu, especially in the similarity of their jawline curves.

He cried bitterly. Although the two families had exchanged birth charts, he could not decide his own marriage. He felt that living was meaningless because he could not marry the person he wanted.

What's most infuriating is that Li Yunyu was able to control his own marriage. Even when he burned his soul to find his beloved and got a full head of red hair, no one dared to say a word.

Li Yunyu's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even seem angry. He slowly got up and prepared to leave.

Perhaps drunk, Li Xiandao drew his sword and unleashed a deadly attack on Li Yunyu.

The sword flashed coldly, its blade hovering in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch further. The next moment, he was blasted more than ten meters away.

The Li family members and servants around them were terrified and stood frozen in place, not daring to step forward.

They formed a circle, and someone shouted in a panic, "Quick, quick, go and call the clan chief!"

The scene was in chaos.

Li Yunyu's voice floated slowly in the air, "I didn't sign the marriage certificate for you. If you didn't want to marry me, why didn't you do it earlier?"

Drawing your sword against me won't change the marriage, nor will it prove you have backbone.

Li Xiandao sat on the ground in a disheveled state, his neck drooping slightly, his eyelids trembling, and a deep hatred buried in his heart.

Back at Jixue Pavilion, Li Yunyu stood alone under the eaves.

Li Keqing strode up to him, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, have you found... Miss Yu's whereabouts?"

Li Yunyu did not deny it, and simply hummed in agreement.

Li Keqing's face lit up with joy. He said, "It's good that the girl isn't dead. But... why didn't she come back to find you, young master?"

At this point, he seemed to sense that the atmosphere was not right, and quickly said, "Little Yu is always shy, I'm afraid she doesn't know how to face you, young master."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Li Keqing felt his face burning. If Yu Xiaoguai was considered thin-skinned, then there was probably no one in the world with a thick skin.

"Young master, now that Yu Xiaoguai is still alive, shall we set off to find her now?"

Li Yunyu interrupted calmly, "No need."

Li Keqing was taken aback. "Young Master, aren't you going?"

Li Yunyu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the gloomy crimson sky, his whole being exuding a cold and lonely aura.

"Go, but not now."

In Feng Qiguang's memory.

He clearly saw that the man named Cui Xiu killed a Golden Core Ancestor with just one hand; such strength was beyond his ability to deal with.

Now, although he has entered the Purple Mansion realm, his foundation is damaged and his lifespan is waning due to the burning of his essence and blood.

If we go to find Yu Xiaoguai like this, we might be able to see her, but what about after we see her?

Does his fate have to be decided by another man? Li Yunyu scoffed.

He will get what he wants. And what he has no shortage of is patience.

"I'm going to the Bridge of Broken Life to enter the Ruins of Return."

Li Keqing's expression froze instantly; he could hardly believe his ears.

Guixu is just a place that is passed down in the Li family. It is said to be the place where all spirits return after they perish. It is very mysterious and hard to find. People who go there have a very high chance of dying.

Li Keqing's voice trembled as he said, "Young Master, you mustn't! Although ancient books record it, it's just hearsay. It's said that those who enter the Ruins of Return will have their physical body and soul gradually return to nothingness. That's not a place for the living."

"You're wrong. The Ruins of Return is a place of annihilation, but also a place of rebirth. The power of cause and effect is most concentrated there."

"Only there can I restore the remaining techniques of the Dao of Nirvana, and repair the burned lifespan and foundation."

"But that place is too dangerous!" Li Keqing said.

"Besides, young master has been searching for Miss Yu for so long, and it wasn't easy to find out her whereabouts. If she doesn't come back, wouldn't we never see her again?"

Li Yunyu remained silent for a moment.

The evening breeze blew by, ruffling his blood-red hair.

He said, "It is precisely because she is still alive that I must go."

Li Keqing was stunned.

Li Yunyu raised his hand and slowly untied the white silk ribbon in front of him, revealing a pair of gray-white eyes.

Those eyes were etched with blood-red lines of cause and effect.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Li Keqing asked in a hoarse voice, "When does the young master plan to go to the Bridge of Broken Life?"

"Now."

Li Keqing suddenly looked up, "So soon? Aren't you going to discuss it with the clan leader?"

Li Yunyu smiled slightly: "That's why I'm telling you."

"Young...Young Master, how am I supposed to explain this to the clan leader?"

Li Yunyu: "You have to believe in yourself."

Li Keqing: "..."

He didn't trust himself; he only believed that once the clan chief found out about this, he would definitely expose his true colors.

But Li Yunyu clearly had no intention of sharing his burdens.

He stepped through the corridor, his figure disappearing into the distant setting sun.

"Young master..."

"Sigh, he's been rebellious since he was a child, it's so worrying!"

Half an hour later, the Li family's main residence was still in chaos.

Li Xiandao, still drunk, sat awkwardly on the ground. Several clansmen surrounded him, but no one dared to help him up.

Li Changchun rushed over and, upon seeing his beloved youngest son so badly injured, his face instantly darkened.

When Li Xiandao saw his father arrive, his eyes were filled with humiliation and hatred.

He said, "It's Li Yunyu. Father, he forced me to get married early and humiliated me in front of so many people. He doesn't respect me at all, nor does he respect you, Father."

Li Changchun's face grew increasingly grim, and he shouted angrily, "That unfilial son!"

"Go, someone bring that unfilial son to me."

However, no one responded to him.

On the other hand, just as Li Keqing had predicted, when the clan leader Li Qingcheng learned that Li Yunyu had gone to the Broken Life Bridge, he flew into a rage.

If Li Yunyu had died in the Ruins of Return, the Li family would have suffered a devastating loss.

"Why didn't you stop him?" Li Qingcheng asked angrily.

Li Keqing shrank back and said weakly, "Clan leader, do you think I can stop the young master?"

Li Qingcheng remained silent, then quickly ordered his men to suppress the news, saying only that Li Yunyu had gone into seclusion.

They quickly dispatched elders from the Li family to guard outside the Broken Life Bridge, so that if Li Yunyu came out alive, they could provide immediate assistance.

The next day, when a ray of morning light fell on Feng Qiguang's eyelids, he was startled awake.

I only drank one glass yesterday, but I woke up feeling unusually tired.

He rubbed his throbbing temples, seemingly realizing something. He quickly closed his breath, focused his mind, and looked inward. He found that his soul was undamaged, and his storage ring and Dao pattern stone were still there.

Did that loser Li Yunyu discover something?

Feng Qiguang muttered to himself.

Before long, Li Keqing came in with a maid carrying a hangover soup, and greeted her with a smile.

"Young Master Feng is awake. The wine in the manor is indeed strong; you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow last night and couldn't be woken up no matter what we did."

"This is a hangover soup prepared for Prince Feng. My prince has gone into seclusion again, so he won't be able to see you off today."

"He went into seclusion?" Feng Qiguang asked in surprise.

Li Keqing: "Yes."

Feng Qiguang frowned and drank the hangover soup.

After a short while, he finished washing up and then bid farewell to the Li residence. Before leaving, Li Keqing personally saw him off at the residence.

His gaze fell on the Dao-patterned stone at Feng Qiguang's waist, and he let out a soft exclamation, "I didn't expect that Prince Feng also has the little fish painted by Miss Yu?"

Feng Qiguang asked in surprise, "You recognize him?"

Li Keqing smiled and said, "Of course I recognize it. This is Miss Yu's exclusive pattern."

"Her milk tea is absolutely amazing. Besides the milk tea, it also comes with a strange bamboo cup with a salted fish pattern specially engraved on it."

"Milk tea?" Feng Qiguang was slightly taken aback.

"Doesn't Prince Feng know?" Li Keqing asked, somewhat surprised.

"The milk tea was made by Miss Yu herself, and it tasted amazing. She even gave me the first cup, and I, being the young master, was secretly quite jealous."

"Sigh, how could such a good person... I wonder how she's doing down there? The young master kept the things she gave him; he must have never forgotten her."

Feng Qiguang's tense expression relaxed slightly.

Indeed, everyone thought that Yu Luoning had long since perished.

Feng Qiguang said, "I will naturally keep the things she gave me carefully."

The butler smiled and added, "Yes, my young master also treasures that bamboo fish-shaped cup that was used to drink milk tea."

A pang of sadness welled up in Feng Qiguang's heart.

That bastard, I never expected him to have a keepsake.

He suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and sneered inwardly, thinking that there would be plenty of time in the future, and he would definitely make Ningning make up for it all.