The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 90 Qi, Don’t Blame Grandma

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Qi, Don’t Blame Grandma

Yun Qi still didn’t know someone was thinking about spanking her.

After taking a nap, she quickly got off the bed, not even bothering to change clothes, and went to see Hu Qiansui.

Hu Qiansui had already been moved to a larger cage, with its head tucked in its fur, squinting its eyes to nap.

Yun Qi walked over, pondering whether to take this chance to release it.

Though Hu Qiansui was a bit neurotic, it was, after all, a Great Demon with a thousand years of cultivation.

With the two mischief-makers at home, Yun Qiuce and Yun Kuang, if they accidentally provoked him...

As she was deep in thought, Hu Qiansui opened its eyes, its voice cool and detached, carrying a hint of malicious amusement.

"Isn’t that your grandma?"

Yun Qi turned her head, just in time to see the old lady returning from outside, holding something in her hand like a treasure.

Yun Qi flashed a sweet smile, her voice clear and bright, sweet as honey.

"Grandma!"

Old Mrs. Yun was startled, not expecting to be seen, especially by Qi.

Turning her head, she forced a slight smile, but her eyes were filled with indifference and resistance.

"Qi, entertain yourself, I have something to discuss with your grandpa."

It was almost as if "don’t come over" was engraved on her forehead.

With that, without waiting for Yun Qi to respond, she quickly entered the room.

Yun Qi blinked in confusion, tilting her little head, her chubby cheeks full of puzzlement.

Grandma isn’t very friendly towards me.

It’s not that she isn’t fond, you can see from her eyes that she really wants to be kind to me, but she’s just afraid of something unseen.

"Haha, looks like not everyone loves you either."

The white fox burst into teary laughter, rolling and showing its belly happily.

Yun Qi had a smile in her eyes as well.

"You look just like my puppy at home..."

Hu Qiansui: ...

Realizing its lapse, it quickly adjusted its posture, arrogantly placing its two front paws in front, with an attitude of defiance:

"If you compare me to your puppy again, it won’t be fixed with less than twenty drumsticks."

...

Old Mrs. Yun entered the room, went upstairs, but didn’t enter the bedroom.

Instead, she hid behind the curtain in the second-floor sitting room, from there you could just see Yun Qi under the big tree in the courtyard.

Even though she couldn’t hear her, she could see this little darling’s mouth opening and closing, clearly having a serious conversation with the fox.

While that white fox, with its golden-yellow foxy eyes, snow-white fur gleaming smoothly, rolled and napped, every move looking very much human-like.

Clearly not an ordinary fox.

Qi could have such an engaging dialogue with it, deeply absorbed.

Old Mrs. Yun frowned tightly once more.

Resolutely, she opened the cloth package in her hand.

This was the talisman she just retrieved from Shen Cong at the Shen Family.

Nervously, her hand trembled as she held the talisman.

"Qi, don’t blame grandma."

With that, she entered the bedroom, took out a lighter, lit the talisman, and poured the ashes into a glass of water.

Then she drank the entire glass.

After drinking, the burden lifted from her instantly, as if decades of dust and time vanished in an instant.

She radiated a sense of ease and comfort.

Even her steps were noticeably lighter.

Looking down at the old photograph on the table, she murmured:

"I hope when you know the truth in the future, you don’t blame me. I did it all for this family."

The wind lifted the sheer drapes, the window opened to a boundless blue sky, light breeze and scattered clouds.

Meanwhile, inside the Shen Family.

Shen Cong lay on a bamboo chair, resting his eyes.

The scale of the Shen Family Mansion was no smaller than the Yun Family.

Decades ago, Shen Cong and Mr. Yun rose to fame almost simultaneously, but the Yun Family had a greater reputation and more ancestral blessings, so Mr. Yun always overshadowed him.

Later, Mr. Yun retired at fifty due to health reasons, and Shen Cong was promoted from second to the first in command.

Becoming the chairman of the Hai State Xuanmen Association.

However, a few years ago, he also retired to enjoy his later years.

The bamboo chair swayed with the wind, and unbeknownst to him, he drifted into sleep.

Suddenly, a burst of white light exploded before his eyes.

Shen Cong opened his eyes to a bustling scene unfolding before him.

He found himself decades back, looking down at his own hands and legs in their youthful state, even his attire was in the style of that period.

Shen Cong, unsure of what was happening, shook his head with a soft laugh, and followed the stone steps up the mountain.

During that time, the Three Pure Ones Temple was bustling with activity, with hundreds of disciples coming and going.

And he was the esteemed senior brother revered by all.

The Shen Family was a Xuan Sect; they sent him to the Three Pure Ones Temple to broaden his horizons and learn from various experts.

He did not disappoint his family’s hopes, showcasing extraordinary talent from the moment he set foot on the mountain.

"Senior brother."

"Senior brother."

...

All the way up, people greeted him with nods and smiles.

He replied with grace, responding to each and every one, still as genteel as he was in his youth.

"Cong’er..."

The deep voice of an elder came from behind.

Shen Cong turned around, a look of joy spreading across his face.

"Master..."

The joy on his face lasted only a moment before his smile froze on his lips.

His master was obviously aging, standing beside him was a little boy of ten, with delicate features and large eyes filled with curiosity.

"Cong’er, his name is Tang Qing, his parents died early, the villagers sent him up the mountain hoping he finds a place to settle and learn some skills. He will be your junior brother, you must take care of him and set a good example..."

The master’s words were exactly as he remembered.

However, Shen Cong’s expression gradually turned cold, his eyes reflecting a profound sense of hatred.

"Master, can’t you not take him in?"

"Hmm?" His master was puzzled, "Why?"

"Because..." Shen Cong’s gaze fell heavily on Tang Qing, the ten-year-old boy, pure and curious, with a light smile on his lips, looking innocent.

"Because I saw in his eyes the decline of the Three Pure Ones Temple."

...

...

Shen Cong had recalled that day countless times.

If he had rejected Tang Qing when he first came up the mountain, maybe many things wouldn’t have happened later.

So Shen Cong couldn’t help but think, if life could restart, even just once, back to that day.

He would definitely convince his master to turn Tang Qing away.

"Senior brother, you don’t want me? You don’t like me anymore?"

Tang Qing broke free from the master’s hand and walked towards him step by step.

With each step, the little boy grew a bit older, his body gradually taller and stronger, by the time he reached Shen Cong, he had transformed into a young man in his twenties.

Already taller than Shen Cong by a head, he loomed closer, gazing at him, with a dense shadow casting down from above.

The shadow in Shen Cong’s heart grew wildly like moss in dark places, slowly occupying every corner of his soul.

"Senior brother, you promised to always take care of me, to take me down the mountain to become a world-renowned Great Xuan Master, how can you go back on your word?"

The tall and strong Tang Qing continued to approach, his scarlet eyes locked onto him, as if staring into the depths of his soul.

"Senior brother, truthfully, you were the one who placed the forbidden book by my bed, weren’t you?"

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