Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 228 The Conman 28

“They agreed.” With slightly dark circles under his eyes, Wu Jin calmly addressed the messengers: “Go back and wait for them.”

The Taoists, who had just learned the Merit Cultivation Technique, looked even more displeased, but then they suddenly saw other powerful demons emerging from the spatial rift behind Wu Jin.

Many were missing limbs, and some were left with only half a body. Even the lightest injuries were caused by burns.

Even in this disheveled state, the aura of these arrogant demons remained undiminished, and they even exuded a more ferocious aura than before when they were lazy.

Their eyes darted casually over the crowd, as if trying to figure out who was hindering their chances of prolonging their lives.

Under such scrutiny, who would dare to be the first to take someone's life?

Do you really think your Taoist temple is so sturdy that it can withstand the chaos and commotion from ancient times?

The Taoist priests had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

What if you don’t agree?

If these powerful demons truly have no hope of extending their lives, will they resort to desperate measures like the Painted Skin Demon, absorbing human lifespans to cultivate?

Who can bear such a price?

Seeing that he had persuaded both sides with his reason and emotion, Wu Jin nodded in satisfaction. He then transformed into a bird and perched on Ling Yi's shoulder. He raised his wing and patted Ling Yi's forehead, indicating that she could leave.

Ling Yi, looking like a well-behaved child, nodded to everyone and turned to leave.

But those great demons with exceptionally good eyesight clearly saw that a hundred meters away, Wu Jin, who had just been so arrogant, was picked up by his wings and carried in someone's arms, looking no different from a hen.

"Who knows how big his prototype was?" the fox muttered, now missing two tails again.

The great demon, whose body had been half-swept away by the Golden Crow's wing, replied, "It blots out the sky and the sun, with no end in sight."

Now it seems, it's nothing special... hahaha.

With a hiss, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

Before he can earn human merit, he needs to heal his wounds, otherwise he might not live to see the day he can earn merit.

Without their leader, the great demon and the Taoist priests dispersed.

The powerful demons with teleportation abilities were fine, but the Taoists without such abilities were captured by Wu Jin from various places.

They looked at each other, then pulled out their phones and started booking flights home.

This kind of haphazard approach is really Wu Jin's style.

Without anyone watching, Bai Chengye finally stopped hiding his emotions and was dragged home by his father like a walking corpse.

The Bai family is large and prosperous, and they have a place for quiet cultivation, living on a mountain passed down from their ancestors.

Sitting blankly in the cultivation room, Bai Chengye stared at the Tai Chi Bagua diagram on the wall, but his heart was filled with nothing but burning killing intent.

He wanted to kill Ling Yi to avenge Hua Dai, and also to kill Wu Jin, who aided and abetted the evildoer, and those who refused to...

The door was pushed open silently, and the blood-red in Bai Chengye's eyes gradually dimmed as the person approached.

"So easily broken by the death of a woman." Bai Qihuai looked down at his son, his face hidden in shadow, his tone unfathomable: "A true man has no shortage of wives, how can you be so cowardly?"

"Father?" Bai Chengye looked at his father in astonishment, his heart filled with turmoil.

His affair with Hua Dai was extremely secretive, and due to family tradition, no clues were revealed. How come it seems that his father knew about it long ago?

"To fall in love with a rotting corpse, you truly are my good son." Bai Qihuai ignored his son's astonishment and slowly paced around the excessively empty cultivation room.

Click...

He picked up the copper coin sword that Bai Chengye had placed on the sword holder, deftly twirled it, and said in a low voice, "If you weren't my own son, I would have killed you long ago."

What a disgusting thing it is to make peace with demons and ghosts.

"If you ask me, Ling Yi did a good job killing him."

"Father!" Bai Chengye finally snapped out of his shock and stood up abruptly: "When did you find out?"

He looked at his father, whose expression was inscrutable and bore no resemblance to his usual amiable self, and a chill ran through him.

"She's nothing but a puppet. What can she possibly hide from me?" Bai Qihuai looked down at his foolish son. "Or do you think your methods of suppressing the plea to the spirits are so clever that they can cover up her heinous crimes?"

If it weren't for his mediation, given that scoundrel's arrogance, he would have been killed by someone else long ago. Why wait until today?

"What a pity." Bai Qihuai tossed the peach wood sword into Bai Chengye's arms, saying with an ambiguous meaning, "This ghost core, which was about to mature, was picked ahead of time."

While Ling Yi's exorcism was admirable, her collusion with a powerful demon was extremely disappointing to him.

It's truly disheartening to see a genius who, without any prior cultivation, has become so powerful in just over a month, showing such disregard for the greater good of humanity.

Bai Qihuai watched as the bloodlust in his foolish son's eyes was suppressed by shock, then he shook his head and turned to leave.

"Father!" Bai Chengye took two steps forward, looking at his father in disbelief: "What exactly did you do?"

How could he know so much about Hua Dai, and why would he regret the Ghost Pill?

The tone in which the Ghost Pill was mentioned clearly conveyed the regret of having everything taken away. Could it be...?

In that instant, he remembered his father's expression, unable to elicit even a shred of merit.

Others may not know the extent of his father's power, but he knows that his father has never stopped slaying demons and monsters over the years, and there is even the corpse of a great demon in a secret room in the house.

How could such a meritorious father have no merit at all?

unless……

Those merits were all eroded by other covert means.

He spoke in a hoarse voice, "You... keep demons and ghosts?"

Bai Qihuai shook his head: "How could I have such a foolish son?"

Not only did he confide in a puppet, but he also asked such a naive question at this point.

Patting Bai Chengye on the shoulder, he said gently, "Your task now is to pass on the Bai family bloodline. Don't worry about anything else."

This talent is now only good for passing on one's bloodline.

Bai Chengye's face flushed red and then turned pale. Before Bai Qihuai could leave, he suddenly asked, "Did you already know that Hua Dai might be in trouble?"

Bai Qihuai paused, then chuckled and asked, "What if I had known earlier?"

"Why didn't you save her?" Bai Chengye asked hoarsely, his heart aching with pain.

"Save her?" Bai Qihuai suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at his son, but he restrained himself at the last moment: "My child was abducted and turned into a monster that mates with ghosts and monsters. It is an immense favor that I did not kill her beforehand. And you still want me to save her?"

“But I…love her so much.” Bai Chengye stared blankly at his father, then said in disappointment, “How could you…”

"Utterly foolish." Bai Qihuai flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

"It seems like the father and son aren't talking about the same thing." In the void where the two couldn't see, Ling Yi, holding the golden bird, spoke softly.