Chapter 1797 - 323

"Great Emperor, you are wise!"

Zhao Yi bowed to the great fire in front of him.

Actually, Zhao Yi was thinking:

The Great Emperor truly lives in comfort!

Sitting at home, feet on the Bodhisattva, while a new batch of Zhao family Underworld Ghost Messengers automatically arrive with shackles, and merit is transmitted to him through his disciples.

But Zhao Yi wouldn't say these things openly now.

Li Zhiyuan said, "Alright."

Zhao Yi responded, "You worked hard."

The two walked out of the ancestral hall through the back door and, after a short detour, reached the outer garden.

No matter how far they went, the cries from the ancestral hall could still be heard.

Zhao Yi pointed to an artificial hill in the pond ahead and said, "Old Tian used to like to sit up there behind my back and play."

Li Zhiyuan asked, "Could you play back then?"

Zhao Yi replied, "There were fish in the pond. I liked watching them; like me, they could only thrash about on the bed."

Then Zhao Yi stepped onto a stone lotus leaf and arrived at the central artificial hill, gesturing for the young man to come over.

Li Zhiyuan followed him up, and the two sat together at the top of the hill, hidden from view by potted trees above.

Zhao Yi reached into a gap, pulling out an ancient rattle drum, still preserved despite moss marks.

As it shook, it clanked audibly.

Zhao Yi thrust it in front of the young man, half showing off and half enticing him:

"Hey, do you like it?"

Li Zhiyuan paid no attention.

He could understand the emotional nuances people feel at specific times, but he couldn't fully immerse himself yet.

However, at this moment, he did not think Zhao Yi was engaging in a meaningless act; after all, perhaps finding no meaning is a purpose in itself.

"I'll give it to you?"

Li Zhiyuan didn't even glance at the rattle drum.

Zhao Yi shrugged, carefully wiped it, and placed it back into his bosom.

"We have a custom here that if a child often falls ill, they make a rattle drum, trim a lock of hair, and place it inside. So when the child plays and knocks, it drives away sickness and misfortune.

This drum was made for me by Old Tian himself."

After saying that, Zhao Yi turned a stone in front of him.

He had already cracked and mastered the array and restrictions of the outer residence, making him akin to its current master.

"Rumble!"

From the ancestral hall, there was a rumbling, and birds on the flying eaves spat fire.

The Zhao family, who were crying and shouting moments ago, now fled in a frenzy.

Someone was likely unfortunate, falling or being trampled, of course, surely some chose not to leave the ancestral hall, intending to be buried with Jiujiang Zhao.

Zhao Yi ignored them; if they wanted to be buried here, he didn't mind lending a hand to add some soil.

The ancestral hall collapsed, and the courtyards began to crack, chasing the Zhao family members in terror all along their escape route.

Once they were all out of the outer residence's gates, Zhao Yi stood up, clapped his hands, and flames rose from all directions. Soon, the entire Zhao Mansion was a towering inferno, thick smoke rolling.

"Alright, let's go, too."

Zhao Yi and Li Zhiyuan climbed down the artificial hill. Just as they stepped out of the main gate, not yet descending the stairs, Zhao Yi paused and smiled.

"I haven't left yet; at least for now, I'm still a Zhao family member, and you can't even hold back for such a short while, really."

Zhao Yi's figure vanished from where he stood.

Li Zhiyuan stood there waiting for him.

Quickly, people were thrown over, landing behind the young man, their bodies twisted, harshly treated.

These individuals were local and nearby forces in Jiujiang, sent by those who heard of the special disturbance at Jiujiang Zhao.

Most of them had attended the banquet on Zhao Family Patriarch's birthday.

This is Jianghu; the death of any Big Fish will immediately attract a throng of fish and shrimp eager to pick at its corpse.

Zhao Yi himself destroyed the Zhao family today. He was not sad... but he wasn't insane enough to be too happy either.

He had an unspeakable chagrin in his heart, thinking of venting it; just in time, sleepers arrived as human pillows.

Zhao Yi returned.

At the vast gate of the Zhao Mansion, bodies lay scattered.

Zhao Yi beckoned into the mansion; the fire soared, and the gate became almost like a furnace.

Bending over, he picked someone up and threw them into the entrance, a scream ringing out instantly.

"Hoo..."

Zhao Yi found the sound pleasing.

Picked up the second one and threw;

Picked up the third one and threw;

Throw, throw, throw, continuing to throw.

A smile emerged on Zhao Yi's face as he continued.

"Li, do you want to try it out?"

Li Zhiyuan walked down the steps and headed out, not intending to wait for him.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi kicked the remaining people one by one into the gate and waved his hand, shutting the gate as blue smoke seeped through the cracks.

Glancing finally at the outer residence, Zhao Yi turned, arms slightly raised at the sides, fingertips pinching a bit of orchid, jumping playfully down the steps.

Nothing more, the body felt light.

Li Zhiyuan, who had boarded the car early and sat in the passenger seat, watched Zhao Yi twirl and dance his way over.

After opening the car door and sitting down, he still swayed his body and sang a tune, epitomizing frivolity.

"Li, I have to arrange a trip for Grandma Liu tomorrow. When will you leave?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Eager to return to Nantong?"

"Not going back to Nantong, heading to Jinling."

"Something important?"

"University final exams."

"That's really important."

The car started and headed toward Lushan.