Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 475 What to do when your genius senior brother is determined to die? (41)

Ruijing Palace.

These past few days, Zhao Zhao has started to mess with Lin Chen again, and Si Yi's internal power has become unstable again, so he was expelled from Yongqi Palace.

When Mu Yu came to see him, he saw his son, who had been diligently practicing swordsmanship a few days ago, lying on the bed in a daze, holding a spirit cat and a small black ball.

He frowned, opened his mouth and shouted, "You unfilial son? What are you doing now?"

"Go to sleep," Zhao Zhao replied listlessly.

He was bored and uneasy, worried about Si Yi's condition.

But his father kept bringing up Si Yi in front of him.

"Where is Yi'er? Why can't I see him?" Zhao Zhao and Si Yi have been inseparable lately, and Mu Yu was a little puzzled because he hadn't seen him for several days.

Zhao Zhao said irritably, "I'm in seclusion."

"Ah."

That's normal; it would be abnormal if Si Yi didn't go into seclusion.

Mu Yu coughed lightly, suppressing the smile on his face, and said to Zhao Zhao, "Since that's the case, I'll teach you swordsmanship today."

Zhao Zhao gave him a disdainful look and refused decisively: "No."

Mu Yu suppressed his temper and raised his voice, gritting his teeth as he said, "You have to have it whether you want it or not!"

"Look at you! With your stubborn temper, who would dare let you teach them?"

Zhao Zhao was not quick to learn; he could learn a sword technique that others could learn in one go, but he could not master it even after practicing dozens of times. As a result, Mu Yu, who was already impatient, often scolded him while teaching him.

As a child, Zhao Zhao was often scolded to tears by his short-tempered father. As an adult, Zhao Zhao often argued with his father while practicing swordsmanship.

Having enjoyed Si Yi's patient guidance, who would want a hot-tempered father to teach them? They would rather die than agree to it.

So, Mu Yu rolled up his sleeves and forcefully pulled Zhao Zhao off the bed.

"In the entire Sword Sect, you are the weakest in terms of cultivation and strength. If you don't work harder to practice your sword, what will become of you in the future?" He was disappointed in Zhao Zhao and finally dragged her out of the courtyard.

"Sir! Stand up straight!"

Zhao Zhao was startled by his shout and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Mu Yu was tall and still had a young and handsome appearance. He looked good when practicing swordsmanship, but he would occasionally open his mouth and scold Zhao Zhao with a stern face, which made him very unhappy.

"Look at what you've been practicing!"

Mu Yu raised the Yin-Yang Sword, but hesitated for a long time before finally refraining from striking Zhao Zhao.

Zhao Zhao stared at him for a long time before finally giving in: "Teach me to fly on a sword, and I promise I'll learn well."

Sword flight is extremely dangerous, and Mu Yu has always forbade Zhao Zhao to learn it. So, taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Zhao smiled and suggested it, and sure enough, he hesitated.

"I've already reached the Foundation Establishment stage, Father~"

Zhao Zhao knows how to act cute, and her father's soul seems to wander.

Mu Yu suppressed the upward curve of his lips, his deep eyes filled with laughter.

"Alright, it's time to grow up."

Perhaps Zhao Zhao was not suited for cultivation by nature, as she could only absorb a pitifully small amount of spiritual energy from her body, and the Chang Le Sword on the ground remained motionless for a long time.

Zhao Zhao threw down her sword, her face flushed with anger: "I'm not practicing anymore! What a waste of time!"

"You unfilial son! Get back here!"

Mu Yu picked up the Chang Le sword and began to lecture again: "As a sword cultivator, your sword is your most loyal and important partner, but look at you, you actually threw a tantrum and threw Chang Le on the ground!"

"Incomprehensible! I'll beat you to death!"

After enduring for most of the day, Mu Yu finally couldn't hold back anymore and used the Chang Le sword to whip Zhao Zhao's buttocks. When her father was truly angry, Zhao Zhao was powerless to resist.

After being spanked several times, he finally begged for mercy: "Daddy! Daddy! I was wrong!"

I'm never cultivating with my grumpy dad again!

......

At this moment in Yongqi Palace, Si Yi's eyes were filled with madness and his body was filled with surging demonic energy. He held the Phoenix Cry Sword, the other end of which was stuck in the chest of the black-clad man in front of him.

"Demon Lord..."

"You audacious demon, how dare you trespass on my Phoenix Cry Sword Sect!"

The black-clad demon had barely uttered two words when Si Yi impatiently made him shut up.

The demonic blood further stimulated the demonic seed within her body. Si Yi fell from her sword and died. Incredibly, the black-clad man's corpse on the ground grew increasingly shriveled, and his demonic energy was involuntarily absorbed into Si Yi's body.

"Disgusting, get out of my body!"

Si Yi's consciousness was unclear, and she desperately tried to force it out with her spiritual power. The result was obvious: not only did it have no effect, but it also stimulated the demonic seed to produce more demonic power.

Concentrating on fighting the demonic seed within him, he failed to notice a wisp of demonic energy silently drifting away into the distance.