The madness cultivation

The sky was dark and oppressive, roaring loudly, with flashes of light blinking in the vast, dark sky.

Boom!!

In the blink of an eye, a purple lightning bolt struck down right where Li Zhiyou, his wife, and child stood.

Clang!

The sound was like glass shattering, but it was not. Li Zhiyou looked up outside the mansion and saw a golden light covering his mansion, cracking as if the glass was about to break.

Li Zhiyou let go of his wife's hand and raised his face with a mocking expression, saying:

"Are you angry, Heaven? Because we have ceased to believe in you and have turned to all means to raise our child... Am I wrong? You choose to attack a helpless infant like this, how selfish of you!"

His voice was filled with arrogance, his eyes burning with anger before he gradually calmed down.

Wang Jiao, seeing this, became even more concerned about their child's body and turned to her husband with curiosity, asking:

"Dear, I've heard of the Sacred Demon Body of the Three Heavens before, but I never thought it could anger Heaven to this extent. Where does this body come from?"

She expressed genuine ignorance about this matter. Li Zhiyou turned to the left, walking slowly, and said gently:

"Follow me to the hall, we will discuss it there."

Wang Jiao followed him, still confused, holding their child in her arms.

They walked to the farthest end of the left side of the fourth floor. In front of them was a brown wooden staircase leading down to the third floor, where the hall was. The third floor was made of brown wood, just like the staircase.

They descended the stairs quietly, without speaking a word, creating a heavy and uncomfortable atmosphere. Upon reaching the third floor, they stood in front of a large wooden door about 2-3 meters wide. To the left was a window with white curtains, and next to it were some flowers planted, though the species was unknown.

Looking out the window, one could see the homes of ordinary people, living comfortably, several meters away.

To the side of the window on the left, there were weapons leaning against the white wooden wall. Looking further down, one could see the mansion of a cultivation family, not large, and also the homes of ordinary people. The most notable thing was a two-story restaurant, decorated with black wood and a red roof, several hundred meters away.

Upon arrival, Li Zhiyou walked over and gently opened the large door before walking in, with Wang Jiao following. Once she entered, he closed the door behind them.

In front of them was a large black wooden table with several white wooden chairs around it. To the left, there was another window that was open. Li Zhiyou quickly walked over to close the window gently before saying softly, to ease the uncomfortable silence:

"Please sit down. I'll use a sound-sealing talisman to prevent outsiders from overhearing us."

After speaking, Wang Jiao smiled slightly and walked over to sit in one of the white wooden chairs.

Li Zhiyou reached into his green robes and took out several yellow talismans with red characters on them. He threw them around the hall.

At once, a golden light enveloped the room before fading. Li Zhiyou then walked over and sat beside his wife, his expression troubled.

He looked at their son with a face full of sympathy, his eyes showing a desire to hold him, before speaking in a grave tone:

"People once said that in ancient times, many powerful cultivators suddenly died mysteriously, all due to the hands of one demonic cultivator. Yes, he is the one born with the Sacred Demon Body of the Three Heavens at that time. This body is ranked second among the Sacred Bodies. Those born with it all share the same traits: brutal, savage, and cruel!"

Wang Jiao didn't show surprise, as she already knew about this, but what puzzled her was why this body was ranked second. She asked with curiosity:

"Is that all? If it's just this, it doesn't seem worthy of being ranked second."

Wang Jiao showed a slight look of confusion.

Li Zhiyou shook his head gently and continued:

"If it were just that, it wouldn't be ranked second among the ten Sacred Bodies. The reason this body is ranked second is because it absorbs fortune and various things from Heaven and Earth, almost like a blessing from Heaven itself."

"But the person who possesses this body must pass through every tribulation whenever they break through to a new stage. This is the curse of this body, which is why it is ranked second. That's why people call it the Body of the Demon. It's only suited for the Demon Path. Although it can cultivate other paths, it won't be as successful as the Demon Path."

Wang Jiao's pupils contracted, trembling with fear. She showed her shock after hearing about this body and looked at their son before asking:

"So, how should we raise him? So he won't bring disaster to the world?"

Li Zhiyou shook his head, looking at their son with a gentle voice:

"Don't worry. Although those born with this body have these tendencies, not everyone is the same. Besides, I don't care which path he takes, as long as he achieves the goal he sets. I will support him."

Wang Jiao stopped trembling, and as she thought about her son's future, she accepted the possibility of him turning to the Demon Path. She said gently:

"Yes… I've made my decision."

She reached out and gently squeezed their son's cheek, smiling at him before remembering something important and quickly turning to her husband, shouting in urgency:

"What about his name? Have you thought of one?"

Li Zhiyou startled slightly when he heard this, scratching his head in embarrassment. He had been so angry that he forgot about the name, and sweat began to appear on his face. He said gently:

"I forgot because I was so angry… You think of one."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiao pouted adorably, her face changing to a bright smile. She lifted their son up into the air and said:

"His surname will be Li, and his first name… his name will be Xing... Li Xing!"

Li Zhiyou's eyes widened, sparkling like stars as he looked at their son, muttering:

"...Li Xing."

He smiled, but then thought of Wang Jiao's family. As soon as he did, his expression turned cautious, and he said carefully:

"Wouldn't it be better to use your family name instead of mine?"

He was sweating and seemed hesitant.

Wang Jiao put Li Xing down and said indifferently:

"Forget about my father's surname. I prefer Li."

Li Zhiyou looked at her beautiful smiling face, and suddenly the world seemed brighter. The anger and resentment that had once been inside him seemed to vanish as though it had never existed.

He smiled and laughed with happiness, wishing this moment of peace could last forever.