Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 142 - 138: Damaging Self For 800_1

Chapter 142: Chapter 138: Damaging Self For 800_1

After leaving the Liudao Division, Li Xuan was bathed in flashing thunderbolts all the way home. He was like a giant light bulb, with electricity crackling around him. This meant he couldn’t ride a horse and had to walk. His hands were in constant motion — pointing, gesturing, striking, drawing, poking, jabbing — all the while making ’Hmph Hmph’ noises.

It was a good thing it was late at night. Since the night of Zhongyuan Festival, a curfew had been placed throughout Nanjing City after the second watch, and there were no pedestrians on the streets.

However, the patrol teams of both the Liudao Division and the Ying Tian Government, who were on the roads, looked at him as if they were looking at a lunatic.

Li Xuan didn’t bother to pay any attention to them. He was immersed in his newfound understanding of Thunder Style. Afraid that if he missed this moment, he might forget or leave something out.

Fumo Zongguan’s study of Thunder Style had already reached a profound level of understanding the mysteries of the universe, which included a rudimentary understanding of voltage, electric current, and so on.

This proved Li Xuan’s speculation — the Physics of his previous life could be applied to this world without any problem, and that understanding was even more profound and clear than what the people of this world knew about nature.

Although Fumo Zongguan’s knowledge about voltage and current had been completely abandoned by Li Xuan, this blind old man’s understanding of the other aspects of Thunder Style — the parts beyond Physics — had opened Li Xuan’s eyes. Many questions he had accumulated during his previous Martial Law cultivation were answered, and things suddenly became clear to him.

In the past, Li Xuan, living under the red flag, had been influenced by materialism. Many ingrained concepts and ideas from his previous life had created many obstacles in his Martial Law cultivation, making him incompatible with it.

But today’s enlightenment from Fumo Zongguan nearly reshaped Li Xuan’s worldview using the world from his ’eye’ and changed many of his understandings about this world.

Li Xuan estimated that this could elevate his mastery of Thunder Style to another level. The benefits of this were even greater than when his ancestor Li Lexing possessed him.

The Fumo Zongguan of their Zhuque Hall was undoubtedly inferior to the first-generation Earl Chengyi in terms of cultivation. But the sword that was only infused with a thread of Li Lexing’s Primordial Spirit, while Fumo Zongguan let him see a complete world through the eyes of someone with a heavenly level.

Unfortunately, most of them were too profound and obscure, far beyond Li Xuan’s comprehension; otherwise, his gains would be far more than this.

Due to being too engrossed, Li Xuan took the wrong path five times on his way home and passed his house twice without entering.

If it hadn’t been for his faithful follower, Li Dalu, who came searching for him, Li Xuan would not have been able to return home tonight.

But when he returned to the Earl’s mansion, Li Xuan found the mansion brightly lit, and the domestic servants were busy everywhere under the direction of the old housekeeper, even though it was nearing the third watch.

His father, Li Chengji, and his elder brother, Li Yan, were both sitting in the hall, lost in a trance, showing no interest in the major events that happened at Earl Chengyi’s mansion today.

"What’s going on?" Li Xuan asked the housekeeper curiously, "Why are you guys so busy? Is our mansion going to be searched?"

He noticed some servants carefully packing up various renowned paintings, valuable porcelain, and other expensive decors in the halls and replacing them with replicas or worthless items.

As a result, the sophisticated atmosphere of the Earl’s mansion plummeted, making it look very poor. It looked as if they were preparing for a household search by The Court.

Outside of the mansion, many laborers were busy with hammers, shovels, saws, and burthen, reinforcing and repairing all the buildings in the mansion.

"You are joking, young master." The housekeeper replied with a bitter smile, "This is because the master received a letter from your brother’s wife. She started her journey from Beijing more than ten days ago and is expected to return home in a few days. As per the master’s order, we have to take precautionary measures."

It immediately sent a chill down Li Xuan’s spine. He recalled the time shortly after Li Yan’s wedding when the entire mansion was thrown into chaos and shrouded in gloom.

Wasn’t that when a few of his father’s beloved Tang’s tri-colored figurines shattered? Two of the artworks left by the great poet Liu Yong from the previous dynasty also didn’t survive, causing a great loss to the preservation of cultural relics in this world.

—— That was mostly his mother’s, Mrs. Liu’s achievement. Although the amiable and virtuous Earl’s wife looked stunning and always treated her children and servants kindly, she used to be a Martial cultivator who reached the fifth house level. When she got angry, she wouldn’t hesitate to draw her sword.

And Li Xuan’s sister-in-law, of course, couldn’t fight back. But she had exceptional agility skills and was slightly stronger than Li Yan, so she wasn’t afraid of Mrs. Liu’s mediocre Kung Fu skills.

Besides, she also had a tongue with a MAX level of toxicity, and with just a few casual words, she could make Mrs. Liu so angry that she was fuming with rage.

As a result, the buildings and decorations in the entire yard suffered. They were either destroyed by Mrs. Liu’s feather duster or used by Mrs. Liu as a weapon and ultimately sacrificed.

And how did he survive that catastrophe, he wondered?

Oh yes, he remembered. He stayed in brothels by the Qinhuai River for over twenty days. But he obviously can’t stay at a brothel overnight in the current situation.

Li Xuan quickly came up with a plan and instructed Li Dalu.

"First thing tomorrow morning, take a roll of bedding to Zhuque Hall. Look for Ma Chenggong, ask him to spare me a room for the night, and give him twenty teals of patterned silver a night."

Li Dalu hesitated for a moment, "That might not be a good idea, would it? More than a month ago, the master issued a prohibition forbidding you staying out overnight, and the madam won’t like it either."