Chapter 1646 - 299_5

Man: "You surprised me a little."

The peach branch at his throat spread open, restoring Zhao Yi's ability to speak.

Zhao Yi: "After all, I see you as my target to chase, so I should progress somewhat." ℴ

Man: "Have you seen through life and death?"

Zhao Yi: "Far from it, still a long way to go."

"Since you're not afraid of death, then..."

In an instant, ten peach branches pressed down, extending in front of Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi couldn't help but swallow.

The peach branches, like whips, lashed down fiercely one after another.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

The whip not only struck his body, but its thorns also seemed to pierce the soul, this pain profoundly interpreting what it means to live a life worse than death.

After a round of whipping, Zhao Yi hung there, blood constantly dripping from his body, seeping into the pond below, gradually dyeing it red.

Standing below, one could see the flesh on Zhao Yi's body seemed about to fall apart, like cooked pickled chicken feet being deboned.

At this point, Zhao Yi's consciousness had slipped into unconsciousness.

The man put down the paintbrush, picked up a wine urn beside him, took a sip, then flicked the urn upward, splashing the remaining wine onto Zhao Yi.

Flames rose, beginning to roast.

Zhao Yi's mouth opened wide, eyes bulging, the previously scattered consciousness was once again awakened by the stimulus.

The sudden series of extreme torture made Zhao Yi's eyes red, the aura of the Life and Death Door rapidly spinning.

However, what should have been an exciting self-rescue in adversity was instantly interrupted by a peach branch unceremoniously piercing toward the heart!

Zhao Yi's body convulsed violently in the flames.

The man still turned his back to Zhao Yi, not looking at him, as if simply enjoying the wails from behind, adding a touch of inspiration to his painting.

"How does it feel?"

"I... I... I..."

The flames extinguished, but the peach branch piercing Zhao Yi's chest did not leave, still slowly rotating.

Zhao Yi strained his neck, forcing the words from his heart out:

"Thanks a damn lot!"

...

After chatting with Grandmaster for a while, he soon fell asleep.

Li Zhiyuan observed for a moment nearby, the young man wanted to see if the Luck had returned to Grandmaster, but even if it had returned, it seemed not immediately noticeable.

Taking a coin from the drawer of Grandmaster's bedside table, Li Zhiyuan stepped out to the terrace.

There was a very silly but effective method.

"Heads."

The young man flicked his fingertips, and the coin flew up, then fell back into his palm, heads up.

Flick again, fall again, still heads up.

Ten times in a row, all heads.

Li Zhiyuan did not consciously control it, trying to let the result be random.

Although such a small sample isn't scientific, it was enough for Li Zhiyuan to feel that the Luck was still currently with him.

He remembered when he used Grandmaster's Luck to play cards, winning big purely by luck without needing any skill.

If it were just using Luck for these things, it wouldn't be a big deal, but if he continued to take it through Zou Jiang, the cause and consumption would be terrifying, especially as this time it involved two "Immortals."

Grandmaster's Luck couldn't be limitless; it must have a quota, and if he used it all up, Grandmaster's twilight years would be at an end.

Li Zhiyuan admitted that Grandmaster's Luck played a significant role in the last wave, but if he could choose, he would prefer not to carry it.

Next, he needed to see if he would dream tonight. If he could dream again, it meant the Luck could return on its own; if not... he would have to redraw that transformation array.

Li Zhiyuan walked back to his room, and upon entering, the young man sensed something amiss.

He surveyed the area, including the ceiling and floor, not noticing anything out of place, yet the sense of disquiet only grew stronger.

The young man gave everything a closer inspection, then closed his eyes, comparing the memory of his room before leaving home with the present state.

He couldn't find any discrepancies in detail, but the atmosphere was different.

Li Zhiyuan opened his eyes, spreading his right palm, a mist of blood emerged and then dispersed subtly around him.

The floor was fine, the furniture and wardrobe were fine, the walls all around were fine; the problem was with the ceiling.

The ceiling had been repaired and repainted, striving to look identical to the original.

Here, it was impossible for external enemies to invade, nor was it plausible for them to cause damage and then leisurely repair it.

The only one who could do renovations in his room was... Uncle Qin.

Li Zhiyuan raised his palm overhead, the blood mist rising upward, his mind reconstructing the scene rapidly, revealing a series of faint red grooves.

This indicated that a force had ravaged the ceiling, leaving deep marks within an extremely short time.

Following these traces downward to find the release point.

Li Zhiyuan lowered his head, looking at the chair behind the drawing desk.

Usually, in this room, he sat behind the desk, while the chair behind the drawing desk was always Alii's seat.

Li Zhiyuan stepped out and went downstairs.

In fact, when he came home and saw the East Room door closed, with Alii not standing in the most noticeable position waiting like usual, he knew something was wrong.

Liu Yumei was sitting at the entrance of the East Room, sipping tea. Seeing the young man approaching, she smiled faintly and asked:

"How is your Grandmaster?"

"He'll be much better soon."

Liu Yumei nodded, not at all upset that the young man first went upstairs without coming to the East Room. After all, it's only proper to visit the sick elder first upon returning home.