I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 239: Ruthlessly Torture Them_1

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Ruthlessly Torture Them_1

"Woof."

As dish after dish was placed on the dining table, Little Hei happily wagged his tail so vigorously that he knocked over a chair.

The family of four sat around the table, radiating happiness.

Huh?

A family of four?

Why does that sound so natural?

You were just about to pick up some food with your chopsticks when you suddenly realized that you had subconsciously accepted Wu Qiyi’s presence.

Seeing Wu Qiyi’s naturally radiant and incredibly beautiful smile, you realized that deep down you still cared for her; her every grin and grimace were etched deeply into your heart and mind, never to fade away.

"Hey, hey, what are you daydreaming about?"

Your mother tapped your head with the back of her chopsticks.

Rubbing the spot where she hit you, you looked at her with a look of grievance, "Mom, stop using those old tricks on me. If you keep it up, I might actually become stupid."

"Aww, shy in front of your future wife, are you?"

Knowing well your mother’s formidable nature, you followed the "three no’s" principle of not resisting, not talking back, and not speaking, bowing your head to focus on your white rice.

Just as you were enjoying the white rice, two pairs of chopsticks—each holding fish and tofu—placed the food into your bowl. You looked up in slight surprise to find that Zhao’er had served the fish and Wu Qiyi the tofu, with both women wearing a light smile on their faces.

After a glance at both women, you lowered your head to continue eating, thinking to yourself how difficult it was to choose and how troubled you felt!

As a result, you got another hit from your mother’s chopsticks.

"Look up! I have something to tell you."

"Oh."

By then, you had finished your bowl of white rice and looked up, feeling a bit wronged.

"Tsk."

And then you took another smack from the chopsticks.

"Playing cute after taking advantage, are you pretending to be a poor little dog? You little rascal, you’re just asking for it."

If there was anyone in the world who could smack you around without fear, it was this person right in front of you, the one who brought you into this world and raised you.

"Mom, there are others here, give me some face, will you?" you said with a grin.

Beating is care, scolding is love; this phrase perfectly encapsulates the protective instincts all mothers have for their children. You understood in your heart that your mother had not had an easy time all these years, having spent so much effort on you. Every step she took was for your sake.

She gave you an annoyed look and said, "Who are outsiders here? They’re both already acknowledged by your mother as daughters-in-law."

You scratched your head, accepting that this wasn’t the time to argue with her, as this matter wasn’t up to her in the first place.

To change the subject, you immediately asked, "Mom, didn’t you say earlier that you had something important to tell me?"

Your mother seemed to remember just then and her expression immediately grew serious, "Your grandma and Xiao Yu have already set off back to Yenjing. While talking on the phone with Xiao Yu, she mentioned something to me, saying that it seems you’ve offended someone from Yenjing called Young Marshall, is that right?"

Since your mother already knew about it, you didn’t want to hide it anymore and nodded, "Yeah, he seems to be from Chu Sect’s Inner Sect, his family probably has some background. I’ll try to avoid him in the future..."

"Avoid what? Are those the words my son, Xiao Ying, should be saying?" Your mother immediately frowned, her eyes showing the sharpness you were familiar with, "Son, remember this! If in the future someone named Nangong or Cen causes trouble for you, you give them a good thrashing. Hit them as hard as you can, just don’t kill anyone!"

By the end of it, Wu Qiyi’s mother’s eyes flashed with a glint of ferocity.

"Mom, does our family have a feud with the Nangong and Cen families?"

"You don’t need to concern yourself with that. Just remember what I said, we absolutely cannot let the bastards from that family get the better of us!"

"But it seems like their power is quite big, I’m afraid I can’t handle it alone." You intentionally said that, while also trying to probe your mother’s bottom line.

It seemed like your mother saw right through your little trick. She snorted coldly, "You are a direct descendant of Li Tang, and you have the Sen Luo Eye. Are you saying you’re afraid of those mongrels?"

At this point, your mother added another question, "By the way, the Biological Eight Gates, which one have you opened?"

You were startled, as you didn’t expect your mother to even be aware of the Biological Eight Gates, which was supposed to be your utmost secret. Until now, you had never told anyone about it!

Your mother rolled her eyes beautifully in response, "Don’t stare at me with such big eyes. I am the Xiao Family’s most outstanding genius in over a thousand years. There is nothing in this world I don’t know of!"

You scratched your head and held up three fingers.

"Ah? The third gate, the Gate of Life?"

You shook your head, moved your three fingers, and smiled, "Three gates, namely the Scenic Sect, Gate of Life, and Death Gate."

"Clatter, clatter..."

The chopsticks in your mother’s hand dropped naturally, and she stared blankly for a while before suddenly rising to her feet, slapping the table, and shouting, "Really, three gates!?"

Seeing you nod seriously, she slowly sat back down, casually reached out into the bamboo basket for chopsticks in the kitchen, and over several meters, a pair of chopsticks flew straight into her hands.

This was the first time you saw your mother show off her skills!

She paid no attention to your reaction, and began to carry on dishing up food with grace. After eating some of the dishes and filling herself a bowl of soup which she drank up, she finally let out a light sigh of relief and said to you, "You almost scared me to death!"

Wu Qiyi was also amused by your mother’s exaggerated expressions and behaviors, covering her mouth and giggling on the side, while Zhao’er, seemingly not understanding these matters, tilted her head and looked on blankly at you both.

"My son, my son has actually, truly opened three gates! The Old Man wasn’t wrong, my son is indeed a genius among geniuses. That old coot from Chu Sect went on boasting for hundreds of years just because he opened two gates. Now that my son has opened three, hehehe, hahaha..." Your mother’s laughter stopped abruptly, and she suddenly asked you, "Which three gates did you say you opened again?"

You had no words, this was certainly the first time since you were born that you had seen your mother acting so absurdly.

"The first gate, the Scenic Sect."

Fearing she would forget again, you spoke very slowly this time.

"Scenic Sect, perceives the true Zhen Qi, understands the grand path of the Five Elements of heaven and earth. Hmm, not bad." Your mother nodded, "And what else?"

"The second gate, Gate of Life."

"Ho ho, Gate of Life, gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and refines the elixirs of all creation. Son, in this lifetime your mother will also benefit from your achievements." Your mother was delighted, her expression akin to that of a mother whose son, after eleven years of hard studying, had finally received an admission notice from a world-renowned university, "And the third gate?"

"The third gate, Death Gate."

"Ah? Death Gate?" Your mother froze, frowning, "In the Biological Eight Gates, where does the Death Gate come from?"

You also froze, and asked, "There isn’t one?"

"Hmm, of course not. The Biological Eight Gates evolved from Qimen Dunjia, and they are Open, Rest, Life, Wound, Retreat, Scenic, Startle; there is no Death Gate."

You shook your head, saying, "That’s not right, the eight gates I’ve seen are Life, Open, Rest, Wound, Retreat, Scenic, Startle, Death; there is no central gate. Plus, I can clearly feel the presence of the Death Gate. It’s just that I dare not open it, because I have a feeling, once I open the Death Gate, it might never be able to be closed again."

Your mother was silent for a moment, then waved her hand and said, "Let’s eat first, after we finish eating you can demonstrate it to me."

"Okay."

The dishes on the table were quickly polished off, and you nearly picked up your plate to lick it clean. Indeed, having a mother who knew how to cook was a blessing—well, it would be nice if the wife you marry could also be so capable.