Invincible Dad

What do I do when my boyfriend is this shameless? I'm waiting online for an answer, it's urgent!

Ruan Tang wracked her brain for countless countermeasures, but she dismissed every single one. In the end, she gave up and tapped Xu Lai lightly. "I've never won an argument with you."

Xu Lai laughed. "But you've never lost, either."

They drove back to Haitang Court along the coastal Haibin Road. In the winter, the beach was sparsely populated at night. Some of the more remote stretches were nearly devoid of people.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Ruan Tang rested her chin on her hand and gazed out the window. She noticed a white point of light rapidly approaching in the distance.

She blinked in astonishment. "Xu Lai, is that a person on that white light? Quick, look!"

Xu Lai kept his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road. Though he didn't turn his head, his Divine Sense had already perceived it.

He replied, "Mm, it's a Sword Cultivator on a flying sword."

Only when the white light streaked overhead did Ruan Tang see that it was a beautiful woman in a white dress. She stood upon a flying sword, her clothes fluttering around her like a Fairy from the Nine Heavens.

"So cool," she said sincerely.

"Honey, let's go on a trip in a couple of days. It'll be a good chance to teach you and Yiyi about cultivation," Xu Lai said.

Ever since he'd come clean to Ruan Tang a while ago, he had been very straightforward about all things related to cultivation, without hiding a thing.

Ruan Tang shot Xu Lai a look. "Can you stop thinking about dual cultivation all the time? We can talk about that after we get married!"

Huh? When did I ever mention dual cultivation? There are solo cultivation techniques, too! This woman... Her mind is full of the strangest things.

But Xu Lai definitely didn't say that out loud; otherwise, he was sure to get pinched.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at Mount Haitang. It wasn't blocked by security, but by a stunning woman riding a flying sword.

This Sword Cultivator was none other than Rong Sanyue, the Supreme Elder of the Penglai Sword Pavilion and a Divine Gate Realm expert!

"Is she looking for you?"

Ruan Tang looked at Xu Lai, who rolled down the car window and stuck his head out. "You're riding a sword while wearing a skirt? Aren't you afraid of flashing everyone from that high up?"

Ruan Tang, expressionless, pinched Xu Lai's thigh, hard.

Xu Lai gasped in pain.

"Xu Lai, fight me!" Rong Sanyue's voice was as cold as ice.

The battle between her disciple, Deng Shu, and Xu Yiyi had ended inconclusively. Worse, under Xu Die's bizarre sword technique, Deng Shu—a promising future seed of the Divine Gate Realm—had his fighting spirit completely shattered.

Deng Shu was the prodigy of the Penglai Sword Pavilion's younger generation and, more importantly, her disciple. As his master, she had to personally reclaim the face he had lost.

"You're no match for me," Xu Lai said, shaking his head.

"Life and death are determined by fate; wealth and honor are decreed by heaven," Rong Sanyue said indifferently. "We of the Penglai Sword Pavilion can at least accept that much."

"Tsk, tsk." Xu Lai clicked his tongue. "You talk about dignity, yet you came all this way to get even. Doesn't that sound hypocritical to you?"

Rong Sanyue's expression remained unchanged. "If you won't draw your sword, then I will."

She hovered ten feet in the air, and the flying sword beneath her feet shot toward Xu Lai like a streak of light.

The Sword Qi was unparalleled! Several strands of it radiated from the flying sword, pulverizing the trees and buildings in its path. It was an utterly domineering attack. The ground cracked, leaving a massive chasm dozens of feet deep.

Xu Lai, who had been ready to ignore her, suddenly frowned. Underground pipes had been destroyed—the gas and internet lines leading to Mount Haitang... He could use Immortal Fire instead of natural gas. But no internet? Wouldn't that affect his online gaming sessions with his daughter?!

Annoyed, Xu Lai reached out and snatched the murderous flying sword from the air.

DING—

The blade quivered nonstop between his fingers, emitting a high-pitched ringing.

In the passenger seat, Ruan Tang's heart hammered in her chest. She could see Xu Lai's slightly furrowed brow reflected on the gleaming blade. She knew he was getting annoyed.

Rong Sanyue, however, was oblivious. She had complete confidence in her attack. She believed that even if it couldn't seriously injure Xu Lai, it would at least make him look pathetic. She never imagined... that Xu Lai would catch the sword so effortlessly, without a single hint of panic!

He has some skill. Rong Sanyue's brows arched, her expression growing solemn. She tried to use her divine sense to recall her flying sword and break free from Xu Lai's grasp.

CRACK.

Xu Lai abruptly clenched his left fist. The flying sword in his palm was crushed into a ball of scrap iron, producing a harsh, grating sound.

"What!?"

Rong Sanyue's pupils constricted. This flying sword was forged from Soft Meteoric Iron, an exceedingly precious material collected from the Moon! It had even developed a spirit of its own, yet Xu Lai crushed it into a lump of scrap iron so easily, completely erasing its spirituality!

"You call yourself a Sword Cultivator?" Xu Lai said calmly. He then brought two fingers together and casually sliced them forward through the air.

Rong Sanyue felt a gentle breeze wash over her. Her body instantly froze; she didn't dare to move a muscle. An overwhelming sense of crisis flooded her heart. All she could do was watch helplessly as Xu Lai drove away, not daring to stop him.

RUSTLE...

As the car drove away, Rong Sanyue's perfectly styled hair instantly fell apart, and countless dark strands fluttered down from the air.

Goosebumps erupted all over her skin! If that sword strike had been aimed at her neck, she would be dead without a proper burial!

Rong Sanyue felt utterly hopeless, understanding that Xu Lai had been warning her.

She had never claimed to be the number one Sword Cultivator in Hua Country, but the Penglai Sword Pavilion was the Sacred Ground of Sword Cultivators, and she was its Supreme Elder. If not the best, she was certainly among the top three!

But today, Xu Lai's casual sword strike had shown Rong Sanyue the meaning of "there is always a higher mountain."

She fell to the ground, dispirited, but suddenly sensed something was wrong. Turning her head, she saw a sight she would never forget for the rest of her life—

In her line of sight, there appeared to be two seas! One was suspended above the other, separated by a gap of a hundred feet. Both were as smooth as a mirror and stretched for tens of miles along the coastline.

This was what Xu Lai's single sword strike had done!

Rong Sanyue walked shakily to the water's edge and reached out to touch the seawater suspended in the air. The top layer of the sea collapsed and fell. Strangely, when the two seas merged back into one, they didn't create a single splash or even the slightest sound. It was perfectly calm.

So calm that Rong Sanyue's heart felt like dead ashes.

"You call yourself a Sword Cultivator?"

Xu Lai's words echoed in her ears like a resounding slap across her face.

Rong Sanyue smiled sadly. She was a Sword Cultivator and had once been immensely proud of that identity. But from the moment Xu Lai had attacked, she knew she was no longer worthy of the title.

Rong Sanyue left East Sea City in a daze.

No one knew of the battle that had taken place that night. But from that day on, Hua Country was short one Divine Gate Realm Sword Cultivator, and the Penglai Sword Pavilion was without a Supreme Elder.

Meanwhile, in a city by the sea in the North, a madwoman appeared. Through spring, summer, autumn, and winter, she wore a white dress that seemed to remain untouched by dust. With her hair unbound, she would stand by the sea and swipe her fingers through the air, as if trying to slice open the vast, boundless ocean.

She persisted day after day, for decades. The locals gradually grew accustomed to the madwoman by the sea who repeated the same motion every day.

Whenever an occasional ten- or twenty-foot wave rose from the sea, it would draw a foolish smile from the madwoman.