Courtyard House: Starting by inheriting the tradition and suppressing the barbarians.

The morning at the western suburban prison was shrouded in mist.

The hearse slowly drove out of the gate and headed towards the crematorium.

The person being transported in the vehicle was Xu Damao, a prisoner who "died of illness" last night.

According to regulations, the prison has notified the local police station and street office.

But this person has been incarcerated for so many years, and his file says he is "widowed and alone".

Even his ex-wife, Qin Jingru, had long since absconded with the money and disappeared without a trace.

Lou Xiao, the so-called "son," refused to acknowledge him to his face.

Therefore, this was destined to be a funeral with no one to see him off.

The fire at the crematorium was burning brightly.

In just over half an hour.

Xu Damao, who once caused trouble and committed all sorts of evil deeds in the courtyard, turned into a pile of grayish-white powder.

The staff swept the ashes into a cheap plastic bag.

They didn't even provide a wooden box.

"No one's claiming it?" the staff member asked.

"Nobody's here."

The prison guard in charge of escorting them shook his head. "Then let's just deal with them directly."

"Or find a tree pit and bury it as fertilizer."

Finally, the plastic bag containing Xu Damao's ashes was carelessly thrown into the mass grave behind the crematorium.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the plastic bag tore open.

The grayish-white ashes drifted in the wind, mixed with the soil, and quickly disappeared.

This is called—crushing bones and scattering ashes.

Before his death, he wanted to be an official, to get rich, to live in a big villa, and to have many children and grandchildren.

After he died, he didn't even have a grave.

There wasn't even a single piece of paper money to burn; it became the most insignificant speck of dust in the world.

......

That afternoon, at the Li residence.

In the garden of the west courtyard, the red leaves are like fire, and the scenery is delightful.

Li Xuan and Lou Xiao'e sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, enjoying tea.

Lou Xiao'e was wearing a black velvet cheongsam.

Although she is nearly fifty, she is very well-maintained and still retains her charm.

"Sister Xiao'e, news has come from over there."

Li Xuan put down his teacup, his voice calm, "Last night, Xu Damao suffered a heart attack in solitary confinement and passed away."

"Clearly, the blow must have been too great."

Upon hearing this news, Lou Xiao'e paused slightly as she poured tea.

A few drops of tea spilled and landed on the stone table.

But it was only a brief pause.

There was no shock as expected, nor the ecstatic joy of revenge.

There was not a trace of sadness.

Lou Xiao'e put down the teapot, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped away the water stains on the table with elegant and composed movements.

"Okay, I understand."

She responded faintly, as if Li Xuan wasn't referring to her former husband or the father of her child.

Instead, he was just a complete stranger.

"Have the ashes been disposed of?" Lou Xiao'e asked casually.

"No one claimed it, so the crematorium took care of it," Li Xuan said.

"Good."

Lou Xiao'e raised her head and looked at the red leaves falling in the distance, her eyes revealing a sense of detached coldness.

"Throughout his life, he schemed against this person and that person..."

"In the end, he died without a burial place, which can be considered as getting what he wanted."

"He deserved it."

These four words, spoken by her, sounded light and airy, yet carried immense weight.

That was a complete farewell to those unbearable years of the past.

That silly girl from back then died long ago in Xu Damao's scheme.

Now she is Lou Xiao'e, an iron lady in the business world and the chairperson of Jishi Pharmaceutical.

That man named Xu Damao doesn't even deserve to leave a speck of dust in her memory.

"What about your son..." Li Xuan asked.

I will tell him.

Lou Xiao'e smiled. "But I don't think he cares."

"After all, to him, that was just a disgusting stranger."

......

After seeing Lou Xiao'e off, Li Xuan stood alone in the empty courtyard.

The autumn wind blew by, stirring the hem of his clothes.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

With Xu Damao's death, the last "beast" in this courtyard has also been taken offline.

Sha Zhu froze to death, and Qin Huairu went mad and died.

Yi Zhonghai starved to death, and Liu Haizhong died of paralysis.

Yan Bugui died of anger caused by his children, Bang Geng was executed, and Jia Zhangshi died suddenly...

Those who once bared their teeth and brandished their wicked intentions in his presence have now turned to dust.

At this moment, Li Xuan felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

It's like a huge stone that's been weighing on my heart for years has finally been completely removed.

Clear-headed!

Over the years, he has actually been practicing the "Longevity Manual".

Now, after Xu Damao's death.

Under the influence of this state of mind, the ever-flowing "Longevity Mantra" within his body began to circulate at an accelerated pace.

"Buzz!"

A clear buzzing sound came from my mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host! All sworn enemies have been eliminated, the cause and effect have been resolved, and your state of mind is now complete!]

[The Longevity Manual has broken through to the third level!]

[Gained new skill: Aura Observation!]

[Recipe obtained: Longevity Elixir Formula (Fragment)!]

Li Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

At that moment, the world seemed to change in his eyes.

Dust particles floating in the air, veins on leaves in the distance.

Even the ethereal "qi" became clearly visible in his eyes.

He looked up at the sky.

The originally gray sky appeared colorful and vibrant in his eyes.

"Aura Observation Technique..."

Li Xuan muttered to himself, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The old era has ended.

Those petty struggles and scheming plots were all buried forever in the dust of history with that autumn wind.

From this day forward, Li Xuan will no longer be the little doctor who fights wits and courage against beasts.

He was a grandmaster.

He is a terrestrial deity!

His gaze will be set on a wider world, on the coming, magnificent era.

"Someone come here."

Li Xuan stood with his hands behind his back. Although his voice was not loud, it exuded an air of otherworldly majesty.

"Get the car ready, let's go to Liulichang."

"Let's go see what other unborn babies there are."

......