Super Soldier in the City

Clearly, Su Lio was the former; she was a bit flustered, so she didn’t know how to respond. Li Yifei had no choice but to send her a voice transmission reminder: "Don’t worry about his speed. Raise your True Qi—your speed is faster than his, your power greater. If you counterattack, he’ll have no choice but to defend. That way you can dissolve his offensive, just like the first time you fought."

Su Lio heard this and felt it made sense, so she raised a surge of True Qi. Cold air coiled around her palms, and in an instant a vast wave of cold shot out. Li Xiang, who was in the midst of attacking, only felt his body stiffen, then his movements slowed. He hastily leaped back, pulling himself out of the range of the cold. His eyes rolled halfway up as he panted a few times, then he snorted heavily and said, "Cold Qi, huh? I have my True Qi too!"

With a furious shout, a mass of red True Qi erupted from Li Xiang’s body. This True Qi was filled with Evil Qi; to outsiders, it would probably look terrifying. But Li Yifei could see through the essence. This blood‑red, baleful Qi was ultimately missing a certain authenticity. If the Li family’s Elder Lord unleashed it, it should have unmatched power; the aura alone could weaken a person by thirty percent, even make them drop to their knees and beg for mercy. But coming from a pampered scion like Li Xiang, it lacked that killing intent forged in real bloodshed.

In other words, Li Xiang couldn’t win, and there was no way he would.

"Stop," Su Lio said.

"Hahaha. The one who should admit defeat is you!" Li Xiang pressed down the surging blood in his chest, pressed his tongue against his palate, set his fists into an offensive posture, and said, "You can’t possibly be stronger than me. Haha, how can a woman like you be that strong? So, concede. Otherwise, if I lose control and injure you, that wouldn’t be good."

Su Lio shook her head and said, "Then come."

It wasn’t about competitiveness, but about not backing down on matters of principle. Otherwise, even if Su Lio lost, it didn’t matter; after all, Li Yifei was standing behind her as a shield. The key was that Li Xiang had already gone mad. He no longer cared about right and wrong, and now he was actually threatening to hit her with heavy hands. Was this still the Li Xiang from back then?

Perhaps he hadn’t been for a long time. Perhaps the Li Xiang of the past had never been the same as the Li Xiang in Su Lio’s eyes. In other words, the other party had been disguising himself too well, to the point that Su Lio couldn’t see him clearly.

A few seconds later, Li Xiang charged forward. He seemed to have lost his patience and also understood that his body couldn’t afford any delay. So he shouted, "Blood Peak!" and rushed in. The rolling blood Qi around him surged toward Su Lio, and the objects nearby were blasted away by his True Qi.

On Su Lio’s side, it was as calm as wind and clouds. She was much more composed and had already decided how to respond to Li Xiang’s attack. Her hands swept through the air as she rapidly formed hand seals; her fingers tapped continuously in front of her, each tap sending out a streak of cold Qi, shooting toward Li Xiang like sharp swords.

At the same time, the vast True Qi within Su Lio surged forth. The cold seemed as if it could freeze the Li Xiang in front of her solid. The room’s temperature instantly dropped to something like zero degrees; Li Yifei could even hear the crack‑crack sound of objects freezing over.

Bang, boom! The two sides clashed, white against red. If Li Yifei hadn’t suppressed the surroundings with his aura in advance, the impact of this exchange would likely have caused massive destruction—upstairs, downstairs, the furnishings in the room, the surrounding walls could all have been damaged.

But with Li Yifei’s protection, the two of them fought only within a confined range.

Su Lio took a few steps back, her face turning pale, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Li Yifei hurriedly stood up, but Su Lio waved her hand and said, "I’m fine!"

On the opposite side, Li Xiang’s expression was twisted; his fists were still clenched, his body not moving at all, as if frozen in ice. A few seconds later, the sound of cracking ice rang out. Li Xiang looked at Su Lio with a pained expression. He knew very clearly that he had lost. He hadn’t even been able to defeat Su Lio, so what was this talk of challenging Li Yifei?

For the past year or more, he’d felt like a child of heaven, advancing a thousand miles in a day with his cultivation. Yet Su Lio was even stronger than he was—no, vastly stronger. Even the Elder Lord had said his talent was decent, his luck good, his progress rapid on many fronts. But he still couldn’t compare to someone like Su Lio, who had soared in a single leap. She was the real heaven’s chosen...

"You’ve lost. Turn around and leave. Leave Dan City, leave Ning Province. What happens with Li Da isn’t something you should interfere in," Su Lio pressed.

"Why shouldn’t I? Just because I lost I’m not allowed to meddle? Heh. I’ve only been cultivating for a year or so—so what if I’m defeated? It doesn’t mean anything. Su Lio, the Li family will keep handling this matter. Same as I said before: Li Da is a son of the Li family. Whatever punishment he receives should be decided by the Li family, not by you!"

"Still unrepentant!" Su Lio said, a bit angry. If she hadn’t held back just now, would Li Xiang still be standing? He’d have already collapsed on the ground coughing up blood. Yet not only did he fail to appreciate that, he was still sticking to this line. Even Su Lio’s good temper couldn’t take it anymore. How could he be so stubborn about refusing to admit he was wrong?

"Hahahaha! Either you grab me along with them, oh right, this is your turf, huh, then just kill me outright, so you don’t have to see me anymore."

"Regulate your breathing first." Li Yifei stood up, took Su Lio’s hand to check her body, and, finding nothing serious, told her to go rest.

Su Lio glanced at Li Xiang and tossed him a line: "You’d better look after yourself." Then she turned and went to the bedroom to regulate her breathing, while Li Yifei stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at Li Xiang. After Su Lio closed the door, Li Yifei said softly, "Stop holding it in. It’s not shameful to have weaker cultivation than someone else, but trying to tough it out is just stupid."

"You!" Li Xiang had just tried to draw breath and widen his eyes when he tasted blood in his mouth; a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he sagged. Li Yifei shook his head and said, "Go back and cultivate. Li Da’s business isn’t something you should meddle in, nor something you can meddle in. Not just you—even if your dad and your grandpa came, they couldn’t control it. You probably won’t believe this, but even if your Li family’s Elder Lord showed up, he still couldn’t control it. If anything, I’m pretty sure that senior would just want to beat Li Da to death on the spot!"

"Li Yifei, that’s enough. I can’t beat you, but that doesn’t mean you can just humiliate me!" Li Xiang wiped his mouth; right now he felt pain all over, and the few acupoints that had been sealed hurt even more intolerably.

"You don’t know what you’re talking about." Li Yifei gave him a cold glance, feeling that someone like this was already beyond reason, and issued an eviction order: "Since that’s how it is, then get lost. Best if you don’t let me see you again in the future, or I’ll beat you every time I see you."

Li Xiang smashed a fist into the floor and was about to launch an attack. He felt that the humiliation he’d suffered these past two days was the most in his entire life, so he wanted to ignore his body’s condition and spring up to attack Li Yifei. Unfortunately, his movement was noticed by Li Yifei—well, even if it hadn’t been, it wouldn’t have done any good. Li Yifei lifted a leg and kicked, sending Li Xiang flying; he crashed the door open and slammed into the hallway wall with a thud. Outside, Li Xiang’s men saw him like that and all rushed forward.

"If you don’t want to die, don’t move. Take your master and roll out of here. Dan City doesn’t welcome you, Ning Province doesn’t welcome you either. Otherwise, don’t blame me, Li Yifei, for not giving face!" Li Yifei’s voice rang out. To those outside who had even a bit of cultivation, it was like peals of thunder; they instantly didn’t dare act rashly. Seeing Li Xiang already unconscious, a few of them quickly lifted him and left.

Li Yifei shook his head, finding it a bit absurd. No wonder they say wealth doesn’t last more than three generations. Enjoying too much in a life of comfort and luxury, they don’t know the ways of the world... Damn, it should be said this is straight up a problem of how you raise your kids from childhood. How are all these Li family brats such trash? The way these grandsons think about problems is just unacceptable.

This made Li Yifei think of how his own children were being raised. Aside from the ones who were still too little to understand anything, the older ones all seemed fine. His wives were more conscious about this than he was; they knew you had to start educating children from a young age. That so-called "upbringing"—the "raising" comes after the "teaching." And when it comes to education, the child’s first teacher, or rather the most important mentor in their life, is their own parents. If the parents don’t do a good job of teaching by word and deed, the child’s foundation will be affected.

Li Yifei had rarely thought about this before. Now, sitting down and quietly thinking it over, he realized that at his current realm he could live to a hundred forty or fifty. In other words, even if the later Li family descendants didn’t amount to much, he could still look after three or four generations. But... what about after that? Would the Li family still be able to continue steadily?

Some people might think a hundred years is extremely long. Sure, within a human lifespan, a hundred years is indeed long and full of change. Li Yifei hadn’t thought about these things before, but now that he did, he didn’t want to see his descendants degenerating, at least not to the point of becoming a thing like Li Da, who barely even counted as human.

He didn’t ask for them to be outstandingly good and perfectly normal people, but at the very least they shouldn’t become truly vile, truly scummy. Rubbing his face, Li Yifei felt that when he had some free time he ought to discuss this with his wives. With the way the Li family was structured, in three or four generations their numbers might reach one or two hundred; cultivating the next generations would be a big task.

Then, changing his train of thought, Li Yifei felt that worrying about how his descendants would be, when he was the one struggling to open up the path right now, was a bit unnecessary. As the old saying goes, "Children and grandchildren have their own fortunes." Even if he overthought it now, things might not turn out well for the children and grandchildren anyway...

Tsk, this really is... Li Yifei stood up, shook his head, and laughed. Seeing the hotel staff coming over to check on the situation, Li Yifei took the initiative to walk over, explained a bit, and offered compensation. The hotel manager knew Li Yifei was a big figure, the kind they couldn’t afford to offend, so his attitude was very good; he immediately arranged for people to replace the door and clean up the room.

After everything was cleaned, Li Yifei saw Su Lio coming out of the room and asked, "How do you feel?"

"My body’s fine now. I’m just not skilled enough yet, otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten hurt." Su Lio pursed her lips in a smile as she spoke.

Li Yifei took Su Lio’s hand and said, "Practice more, fight more, and you’ll improve quickly."

"Mm." Su Lio naturally settled onto Li Yifei’s lap, one hand resting on his shoulder, and said, "Honey, am I a little dumb?"

"Dumb? How could you be? Your man here was the dumb one at the start. Whether it was when I first entered the army or when I first began cultivating, I was dumb as anything." Li Yifei shook his head.