Chapter 110: Father and Son Clash – Cosmic and Earthly Soul Form! (补更 325)

Whoosh!

Li Hao’s figure shot forth like a bolt of lightning, racing toward the Little White Fox beyond the wall. His form blurred through the air, closing the distance in an instant—like a speeding cannonball, yet as gentle as a breeze, halting abruptly before the trembling creature.

Seeing the nearly lifeless Little White Fox, Li Hao dropped to his knees, cradling it with trembling hands, his eyes filled with sorrow.

For years, the Little White Fox had been by his side—constant, loyal, a silent companion through every hardship. And this little fox, like him, was an orphan, with no home, no family. They were more alike than any bloodline could ever be.

“Fifth Elder!” Li Hao turned sharply toward the courtyard interior, voice raw with desperation. “Save Xiao Rou! Please, save her!”

His plea carried the weight of grief and fear.

Li Qingzheng’s expression flickered. Over the years, he had watched Li Hao come here to play chess with him, the little fox often curled in the boy’s lap, a quiet bond forged between them. Among the countless servants in the courtyard, save for himself and the Second Elder, Li Hao had few true friends—few who dared speak their hearts.

He understood now: this small fox was not just a pet. It was family.

With a flicker of motion, Li Qingzheng appeared beside Li Hao, pouring a surge of life energy into the fox’s frail body. He took the creature gently into his arms.

“I’ll find the Divine Physician,” he said, already turning to leave. But then, he paused, glancing back at Li Hao. “Hao’er… don’t do anything reckless.”

Li Hao let out a bitter laugh, eyes still wet. “Thank you, Fifth Elder!”

Then, without warning, he dropped to his knees and slammed his forehead into the ground—a sharp, resounding crack.

Li Qingzheng froze. For a fleeting moment, something in his chest stirred. His eyes narrowed—flickers of emotion, like heat beneath ice.

“I’ll save her,” he said quickly, voice tight. “Her heart pulse is still faint. She can still be saved!”

And with that, he vanished in a blur of motion.

“Pathetic,” sneered Li Tiangang, watching from the shadows. His eyes burned with cold fury. “A mere spirit beast, dead or alive—what does it matter?”

“You mourn a beast more than your own brother, more than your sister? How laughable.”

Li Hao’s body trembled slightly on the ground. Slowly, he rose to his feet. The sky above darkened, as if the heavens themselves had turned to storm.

He turned, eyes bloodshot, fixed on the towering figure before him—his father.

That one blow hadn’t just shattered the Little White Fox.

It had shattered the child inside him—the one who had waited fourteen years for a father’s embrace.

Now, that child was dead.

“Li! Tian! Gang!” Li Hao’s voice cracked like thunder, each syllable carved in fire. “From this day forward… there is no more father and son between us!”

Li Tiangang roared in rage. “You’d break ties with your own father over a beast?!”

“Didn’t you just say I’ve survived all these years?” Li Hao’s voice was ice. “She was the one who saw me through it!”

His eyes blazed. “In my heart, Xiao Rou is a hundred times more important than you!”

The words hung in the air—like a blade drawn across flesh.

Li Tiangang’s entire body trembled. His eyes flared with fury, a storm of golden light erupting from his sockets.

“Good… good!” he snarled. “I failed to guide you. That is my fault. My fault!”

He let out a bitter laugh. “My Li Clan has produced such a traitorous heir—I have disgraced our ancestors!”

“I made this curse. I will bear the consequences.”

With that, he stepped forward, his presence like a mountain descending.

Chen Hefang paled. “Heavenly Pole, don’t do this! There must be reason behind Hao’er’s actions. Let us investigate first!”

“Mother!” Li Tiangang paused, but did not turn. “When Second Uncle entrusted me with his widow and child… it was his life I was sworn to protect. I have lived this long to fulfill that promise.”

“If Hao’er’s words are true… then this life is my repayment.”

“But he is stubborn. Rebellious. I wanted to raise him right, to give him what he was denied. But he has disappointed me too much. I will not tolerate this any longer!”

He took another step.

“Father!” “Seventh Elder!” Others cried out, trying to stop him.

But Li Hao only laughed—cold, sharp, merciless.

“Repay? Repay?” He spat. “You call this repayment?!”

“This is my life! Who gave you the right to trade it like a debt?!”

“He’s your brother. Not mine. You have a brother. I have no parents! No family!”

“So if you want to repay, take your own life! But you will not take mine! No one—no one—will take it!”

His eyes burned crimson. His aura surged, wild and untamed. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked.

Li Tiangang roared, “Silence! Your life is mine! Without me, you would not exist!”

“Then come and take it!” Li Hao screamed, stepping forward with a thunderous footfall.

Family bonds, duty, honor—forgotten. Let the world curse him. Let them call him a monster. What did it matter?

Boom!

The entire Blue Lotus Courtyard trembled violently beneath them.

A power beyond millions of jin surged through Li Hao’s body. His Great Meridians cracked open like ancient rivers of stone. His aura exploded outward—unrestrained, unyielding, finally free.

“You’re asking for death!” Li Tiangang’s eyes turned to ice. With a single sweep of his hand, a vast, crushing force descended like a mountain—overwhelming, inevitable.

“Break!” Li Hao howled, roaring into the sky. His Qi flared like a comet. The Heavenly Circulation Technique spun at full speed. His aura surged through his meridians like a raging river. He swung his fist—a single, devastating blow.

The crushing force shattered instantly—ripped apart by the sheer power of his punch.

Everyone gasped.

That was the Half-Step Invincible Fist—the legendary technique of Li Moxiu!

Beside him, Li Qianfeng, supported by Liu Yuerong, watched in stunned silence. His eyes widened with disbelief—and envy.

Why does every elder favor Hao’er? Why me?

Li Tiangang recognized the technique instantly. His lips curled into a cold smirk.

“So you rely on your uncles’ favor to stand tall? Today, I’ll extinguish your pride once and for all!”

He struck again—palms blazing with golden light, forming a massive, radiant palm imprint like a blazing sun, surging toward Li Hao.

Li Hao roared, unleashing the Yin-Yang Dual Meridians. His power surged—nearly twenty million jin. The air screamed as his fist met the golden imprint.

Boom!

The courtyard shook. The ground split. The palm vanished—but Li Hao staggered back a step.

Yet he didn’t stop. In an instant, he surged forward like a bolt of lightning—faster than thought, a streak of silver in the storm.

Li Tiangang’s eyes widened. That palm alone should have crushed a Fifteen-Li Stage prodigy. Even the strongest would have been shattered. Yet Li Hao held.

And now, he was coming for him.

“You dare strike me?!” Li Tiangang bellowed, fury boiling. “You want to kill your brother? Kill your father? You’re nothing but a wicked beast!”

He lunged, hands outstretched—to crush the boy’s fist with his bare hands, to break every bone.

But the moment their fists met—

His face twisted.

The power in the boy’s fist… it defied reason. Beyond anything he’d known at the Fifteen-Li Stage. Beyond even his understanding of the True Dragon realm.

The clash shook the earth. Li Tiangang’s body rocked back—his feet sliding half a step.

But Li Hao felt as if he’d punched a mountain. The recoil was like a tidal wave. His Qi blood surged upward.

Spurt!

Both men spat blood at the same time.

The crowd didn’t flinch at Li Hao’s injury—Li Tiangang was a Three Immortalities cultivator. But Li Tiangang—bleeding? Impossible!

Even a Master couldn’t wound him. Let alone a Fifteen-Li Stage youth.

Then—it clicked.

Li Tiangang had inherited the Ancestral Spirit of the Li Family.

And earlier—when he struck Li Hao—he had broken the Heart Oath.

As a direct descendant of the main line, Li Hao was protected under the oath. To harm him was to break the vow. The backlash had struck both of them.

Li Tiangang had suppressed the pain, buried the wound in fury. But now—exposed, shocked—his body could no longer contain it.

“Good… very good,” Li Tiangang rasped, wiping blood from his lips. His eyes burned with cold fury. “So this is your strength. No wonder you’ve grown so arrogant.”

“You’ve attacked your brother. You’ve struck your father. No one will stop me now. Let’s see… how many more tricks you have left for me to break.”

Li Hao saw the blood. His mind flickered—a moment of clarity.

Then he laughed.

A laugh so bitter, so raw, it echoed through the courtyard.

Fourteen years. He’d waited for a father. For someone to stand beside him.

And what did he get?

A slap.

And worse—knowing the slap would break the oath… and still doing it.

So this was fatherhood?

So this was being a son?

He laughed harder.

“Come on, then,” he said, eyes cold. “You wanted my life? Try and take it.”

Li Tiangang roared, his aura exploding like a sun. Golden light poured from his body—radiant, divine. From his crown, a golden Spirit Soul erupted, towering like a god.

Ten zhang tall—massive, armored, eyes sweeping across the heavens with unyielding pride.

“Powerful!” Lin Wujing murmured, eyes narrowed. “No wonder he was the True Dragon of the last generation. Even as a second heir after the Ninth Young Master… still terrifying.”

“Father!” Chen Hefang cried, her voice trembling. She had just returned from the mountains—only to witness this tragedy. Her heart ached. She feared the worst.

“Brother!” Li Fenghua pleaded. “Enough! Hao’er made a mistake. A punishment is enough. You’ve already taught him a lesson.”

But his words were cut short by the glare from his wife, Wang Xiangru—and the pout from his daughter, Li Ruomeng.

“Stay out of this!” Li Tiangang snapped. “He’s not yet the True Dragon of the Li Clan. Not yet heir. If I don’t discipline him now, it’ll be too late!”

The golden Spirit Soul stood tall—like a god surveying a mortal.

Li Hao looked up, laughing again.

“Come on,” he said.

His body trembled. A searing light burned within his skull. In that instant—he unleashed everything.

For the first time—his Soul Form revealed itself in full.

Behind him, the soul energy swirled, coalescing into a vast, radiant silhouette.

A Cosmic and Earthly Soul Form.

It was him—his face, his expression, clad in the same blue robe he wore now. But where the golden warrior was fierce and commanding, this form carried the quiet grace of a scholar who’d spent his life painting and playing chess.

Yet its size… incredible.

Over a hundred zhang tall—towering above the courtyard like a celestial giant.

The entire Blue Lotus Courtyard, with all its ancient halls and pavilions, looked like a child’s toy in its shadow.

The aura—massive, ancient, like the earth itself.

Everyone froze.

Unbelievable.

Even the guests just leaving the Divine General’s Residence stopped in their tracks. Carriages halted. People leapt from their seats, staring toward the courtyard.

From within the ancient walls of the Divine General’s Residence, countless eyes strained—peering through rooftops, through rooftops, through space—only to catch a glimpse of a massive golden glow, like a living statue.

“What… is that?” murmured the crowd.

The two titanic auras clashed—like gods clashing in the heavens.

Who dares defy the rules within the Divine General’s Residence?

“Is that… a manifestation?” Jian Wudao whispered, standing in the street with his four disciples.

They’d just come to Qingzhou City, planning to rest at an inn until Bian Ruxue arrived. Then they’d return to the mountain.

But now—Jian Wudao froze.

His eyes, sharp as a blade, pierced through the high walls, through layers of space—and saw it.

The golden giant.

The face… it was the boy.

His pupils contracted. Then widened.

With a sudden surge, he leapt into the air—hovering above Qingzhou City, eyes locked on the divine mansion.

(End of Chapter)

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