Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

“Back then, my father sent me to the army, and the Marquis in Blood Robe gave me a lot of guidance…” His voice was low, deliberately avoiding the more intimate title of “teacher”.

This relationship had to be hidden from his father.

"Hmph!" Ji Wuye let out a cold snort.

If his son had come in anger, he would have given him a stern reprimand. But this unfilial son had come to "apologize." He suppressed the urge to mention Bai Yifei and glanced at the wine pot: "Now that the wine has been brought, pour your father a cup."

"You and I, father and son, have never drunk together before."

"Yes." Ji Yihu stepped forward, filled the bronze goblet, and presented it with both hands.

Ji Wuye took it, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the liquor. He smacked his lips and offered a sarcastic assessment: "Nothing special."

He put down his cup, his tone suddenly turning sharp, his gaze like a knife: "Learning military strategy from Bai Yifei is acceptable. But you are absolutely forbidden from touching any of his sordid habits!"

"At his age, he has no offspring and indulges in the cruelty of young girls... This man's heart is wicked. If you follow his example, you will ruin your future!"

After Emerald Tiger's death, or rather, after the great fire at Snowcloth Castle, Bai Yifei underwent some changes.

Ji Wuye couldn't quite explain what exactly had changed, but he felt a chilling, sinister aura emanating from beneath the icy cold.

During the days when the late king died suddenly and the new king ascended the throne and was busy seizing power, he deliberately distanced himself from the other party, but he had to tell his son the necessary warnings and admonitions.

He believed he could control Bai Yifei.

But it's different for the son. If he has too much contact with that weird guy Bai Yifei, it's not a good thing.

Unbeknownst to Ji Wuye, each of his "reminders" was like a heavy hammer blow to the shackles on Ji Yihu's heart, causing the suppressed unhappiness to grow wildly.

When Ji Yihu caught a glimpse of the "Frostmourne" sword emanating an ominous chill beside his father out of the corner of his eye, his last hesitation turned into a cold rebellion.

"Teacher, you are still wrong. Even if I compromise with him, he will not give up control over me. On the contrary, he will only take advantage of me."

This thought arose in Ji Yihu's heart.

However, his voice was taut and strained, "Since Father dislikes the wine, then we may not drink it."

He had originally planned to pour himself a drink and have one with his father, but now it seemed there was no need for them to drink together.

Ji Wuye's fingers tightened suddenly as he gripped the cup, his knuckles turning white.

He looked at his son in disbelief. He had just apologized, yet his son dared to talk back to him again.

A sinister rage instantly ignited in his eyes. He abruptly raised his eyes, his icy gaze piercing straight into Ji Yihu's face.

This time, Ji Yihu did not back down.

A surge of unprecedented courage sustained him as he boldly met his father's gaze.

The air suddenly froze. Neither father nor son was willing to give in, and the atmosphere became tense and on the verge of a confrontation.

Unexpected changes suddenly occurred.

A piercing, excruciating pain suddenly erupted from Ji Wuye's abdomen without warning.

His face immediately contorted in pain.

The physical training techniques they had once been so proud of proved utterly useless at this moment.

It should be noted that Ji Wuye's external martial arts skills had long been cultivated to the pinnacle, and even ordinary blades could hardly harm him in the slightest.

But at this very moment, he felt a long-lost pain.

What exactly happened?

Immediately, Ji Wuye looked at the wine cup in his hand.

It's alcohol, but there's something wrong with it!

To break through external techniques, one must start from within.

Ji Wuye knew very well where his weakness lay.

He can cultivate his body to be as hard as metal, but not his internal organs. He still needs to eat and drink, and he is still susceptible to poisoning.

For this reason, all the food he ate and the alcohol he drank in the past were inspected.

He doesn't even go out for entertainment.

Even though he desired beautiful women, he always enjoyed them within his own residence, because he feared that someone outside might do something untoward to him.

Ji Wuye thought he had been careful enough.

But unexpectedly, despite being extremely careful, he was tricked by the wine served by his own son.

"You unfilial son!!" The roar shook the beams, and Ji Wuye's eyes were bloodshot. "You dare to poison me? You want to kill your father?"

Ji Yihu trembled violently, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Is there something wrong with the alcohol?

But... that was given to him by his teacher himself!

In the blink of an eye, there was no time for him to explain.

The poison in the wine ignited the fuse, causing the "Heavenly Wrath Sword" in his left hand to throb with greed, while the "Frostmourne" on his right side groaned mournfully. Greed, jealousy, and the anger that was already growing within Ji Wuye's body were like three barrels of raging oil, completely igniting the last vestiges of Ji Wuye's rationality.

He stopped thinking and focused on just one thing.

That is, the poisoned wine was made by the unfilial son, and the unfilial son did not drink the wine.

boom!

Ji Wuye unleashed a terrifying aura, enduring the excruciating pain of his internal organs churning, and pounced like a raging beast.

That enormous fist, imbued with a lifetime of skill and powerful enough to shatter stone tablets, carrying overwhelming killing intent, slammed straight at Ji Yihu's face.

As the shadow of death loomed overhead, Ji Yihu's hair stood on end. His survival instinct overwhelmed everything, and he immediately stopped hiding. The icy evil power dormant within him suddenly erupted, and his body twisted strangely.

boom!

A fist grazed past his ear, the wind from the punch stinging his cheek.

"Still dare to dodge?" Ji Wuye's anger was completely ignited by this disobedience. He spun around and struck again, his fist even more powerful.

Years of pampered life did not diminish his strength; on the contrary, with endless medicinal baths and abundant resources, his body became even more powerful and terrifying than before.

The second punch was unavoidable!

A fierce glint flashed in Ji Yihu's eyes. He no longer backed down, and frost instantly covered his fist as he fiercely met the attack.

Click!

Ice shards flew everywhere, and Ji Yihu was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Even though he secretly cultivated evil arts and achieved some success, he was still no match for Ji Wuye, the strongest warrior in the Han Dynasty for a century.

"Good! Very good!" Ji Wuye approached step by step, his boots striking the ground like a death knell.

He raised his foot and, with immense force, stomped hard on Ji Yihu's chest.

"You've been hiding it well! Too bad, your father isn't old yet! You want to kill your father? You're not qualified!"

"Ugh..." His ribcage was shattered, his internal organs were displaced, and the excruciating pain almost suffocated Ji Yihu.

He originally wanted to explain, but when he saw the undisguised murderous intent and contempt in his father's eyes, all his words stuck in his throat.

The other party genuinely wanted to kill him; there was no familial affection whatsoever.

If that's the case, why should I beg for mercy from such a heartless and ungrateful person?

He suddenly raised his head and roared out his pent-up resentment: "You can forget about controlling me! What's mine can only be mine! What right do you have to take it away?"

"Just because I'm your father!" Ji Wuye exerted force with his feet again, and violent energy penetrated into Ji Yihu's body, raging inside him, causing blood to gush out of Ji Yihu's mouth.

In the end, Ji Wuye still did not kill Ji Yihu.

Even tigers don't eat their cubs.

Even if this unfilial son is unfilial, he is still his son.

Keeping it will still be of some use.

For example...breeding.

He could try having another child.

However, there are bound to be some uncertainties.

Therefore, Ji Yihu can be kept for now.

No matter what, they have to continue their family bloodline.

"Guards!!" Ji Wuye shouted fiercely, his voice shaking the roof tiles.

The guards rushed in at the sound of the alarm, and upon seeing the young general's miserable state, they lowered their heads in horror.

"Take this rebellious son away and keep him under strict guard! If he escapes even an inch, you will all bring your heads to me!"

The guards fell silent, quickly lifting the barely alive Ji Yihu and dragging him away from the hall.

When the last trace of a stranger disappeared, Ji Wuye's carefully constructed aura collapsed, and he staggered back to his seat.

"puff!"

A mouthful of pitch-black, foul-smelling blood gushed out.

The injuries he had previously inflicted to intimidate his rebellious son had completely erupted, causing excruciating pain in his internal organs and blurred vision.

“You unfilial son…” He gripped the hilt of the “Heavenly Wrath Sword” tightly, trying to mask his weakness with the power transmitted through the sword. His other hand trembled as he reached for the cold gleam of “Frostmourne.” “Summon the physician! Summon the physician immediately!”

In the deepest shadow of the General's Mansion.

Xu Qing's lips curled up silently, a hint of cold amusement spreading in his eyes.

"What a show."

After saying those words in front of Ji Yihu during the day, he certainly couldn't just teach Red Owl a lesson.

Of course, Nongyu's safety also needs to be considered.

Since the sword was given away through Nongyu, if this evaluation were to reach Ji Wuye's ears, he would inevitably have some thoughts and then take his anger out on Nongyu.

Therefore, he thought that if things really got bad, he would take action to bring Nongyu out of the General's Mansion.

As for whether this will ruin Zi Nu's plans?