The madness cultivation

Li Xing, who had been silent for so long, suddenly cried out.

"Uwaa!"

Li Zhiou's face immediately changed to one of surprise when his son cried again, but he didn't know what to do, so he waited for Wang Jiao to handle it instead.

Wang Jiao gently picked up Li Xing and Wei Ying in her arms, singing a lullaby until he fell asleep. When Li Xing was asleep, Wang Jiao turned to Li Zhiou and whispered softly:

"So, how should we hide the lotus petal on the forehead of Xing'er?"

Wang Jiao's face showed a hint of curiosity as she asked about this.

Li Zhiou fell silent for a moment and thought to himself:

"I have some ideas on how to conceal it, but she might not like them. I suppose I'll ask her opinion first."

After thinking for a moment, Li Zhiou spoke to his wife immediately:

"I don't have any ideas yet. What about you?"

He lied, his face beaming with a smile, as if nothing was on his mind.

Wang Jiao looked at him with eyes filled with anger and replied:

"If I had an idea, would I ask you? Brother!"

Wang Jiao seemed a little angry.

Li Zhiou, hearing Wang Jiao's tone, immediately realized that she knew he was lying.

His face turned pale with fear, and he felt a chill run down his back, sweat dripping from his forehead. He quickly wiped his forehead with a cloth and said:

"Actually, I have an idea, but you might not like it, so I chose not to mention it… I didn't intend to hide anything."

After saying this, he looked at Wang Jiao, who was still holding Li Xing, with fear in his eyes.

Wang Jiao fell silent for a moment, her expression turning cold as she shouted in a voice that wasn't too loud, almost in a fit of anger:

"What idea? Tell me!"

Her shout startled Li Zhiou, and he immediately sat up straight, trembling slightly, and said in a shaking voice:

"Well, I was thinking of having him wear a mask… but not covering his whole face. The mask I have in mind only covers his forehead and the upper part of his face, leaving his mouth exposed."

Wang Jiao raised her hand and lightly rubbed her lips, her expression showing confusion, before asking with curiosity:

"So, you mean the mask would cover his forehead and upper face, but leave his hair and mouth exposed, right?"

Her earlier anger seemed to vanish as she asked this question.

Li Zhiou smiled and nodded vigorously when he saw Wang Jiao didn't seem as angry anymore, then casually said:

"Yes, that's right. It will only cover the forehead and upper face, while the lower face will remain open. Do you agree?"

Wang Jiao remained silent, not saying anything, but her expression suggested that she was deep in thought.

"Cover the upper face with a mask and leave the lower face open? It might work."

Wang Jiao thought to herself.

Her face became slightly puzzled before she asked with some doubt:

"I agree with the idea, but if he wears such a mask, will he still be able to see?"

Li Zhiou nodded slightly. Now that Wang Jiao's mood had clearly lightened, he wasn't afraid anymore and said confidently:

"Of course, he'll be able to see! The mask I have in mind is made from steel snake leather, combined with the eyes of a warrior-level beast, which can see through obstacles, just like a world-searching toad."

After saying this, Li Zhiou looked at Wang Jiao to see if she understood. When he saw that she seemed even more confused, he immediately knew what he had to do. He cleared his throat before explaining:

"Well, anyone looking at him will think he's either blind or wearing a mask, but the person wearing the mask will see just like a normal person, as if not wearing anything at all. It even conceals his aura."

When Li Zhiou finished speaking, Wang Jiao's confusion seemed to disappear, as if she had come to some realization, even though it wasn't a hard concept to grasp.

Wang Jiao was silent for a moment, then asked coldly:

"What does this mask look like? I won't let Li Xing wear something ugly, or I'll kill you, brother."

Hearing Wang Jiao's cold tone, Li Zhiou quickly shook his head and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, saying:

"Don't worry, the mask looks very nice! It's black with beautiful edges, made from a rare material. Anyone who sees it would think it's a beggar with a high social status."

Li Zhiou smiled happily while talking about the mask, then rubbed his right eye as if he was preparing for something bad to happen.

When Wang Jiao heard what Li Zhiou said, her anger flared, and she gritted her teeth:

"A beggar? Are you laughing at our son being a beggar, huh?"

She lifted her foot and stomped on the wooden table with such force that it broke.

Bang!

Even though she was angry with her husband, it wasn't the kind of anger one would expect between rivals, but more like the frustration between a husband and wife.

When the table broke, Li Zhiou jumped in fright and looked at Wang Jiao with fear. He quickly said:

"Wait, the mask really doesn't look bad! It looks good, I swear. I was just joking about the beggar part, don't take it seriously, my wife."

He raised both hands quickly to cover his handsome face as if he was trying to protect himself, but nothing happened.

"Uwaa~ Uwaa~" Li Xing's cries echoed after the table broke from Wang Jiao's stomp.

Wang Jiao's face showed extreme shock, and she quickly tried to comfort him, then looked at Li Zhiou as if it were his fault.

Seeing his wife looking at him even though he didn't cause the noise, Li Zhiou scratched his head in confusion, thinking:

"This isn't my fault, right? Why is she looking at me like that?"

Wang Jiao stared at Li Zhiou and smiled with an annoyed expression, her hands gently rocking Li Xing while she said:

"Brother, what should we say to outsiders if they ask about this?"

Wang Jiao glared at her husband in annoyance and gritted her teeth.

Li Zhiou fell silent for a moment, thinking of an explanation:

"Right, I thought of the mask idea, but the explanation… This should work."

After coming to a conclusion, Li Zhiou was ready to provide an explanation to outsiders and said:

"How about this? He's shy, so he needs to wear a mask."

Li Zhiou said as if this was a brilliant idea. Wang Jiao made a face showing how displeased she was with his explanation and said:

"Brother, how old are you? Do you realize that reasoning is pathetic? Did you use your 100-year-old brain or a 10-year-old's?"

Wang Jiao scolded him lightly, though since Li Xing had stopped crying, she only scolded him softly. If Li Xing wasn't with her, she would have probably yelled.

Being scolded by Wang Jiao, Li Zhiou appeared as if he were a dog being scolded by its owner. He fell silent again, his face turning serious before he said in a deep voice, but not too much:

"I've thought of something. How about this: The son of the Li clan lord was born with a facial deformity, so he needs to wear a mask all the time. How about this? It might not sound good, but can you accept it if we announce that our son has had this flaw since birth?"

Wang Jiao fell silent when she heard this, then softly spoke to Li Xing, her tone gentle:

"Xing'er... Okay, just don't make it too much. Spread the news in moderation."

Li Zhiou nodded sincerely.

"Hmm, I'll handle spreading the news."

After their discussion, the three of them left the hall.

Li Zhiou asked to leave first, as he needed to repair the defense formation that had been struck by lightning.

Wang Jiao returned to her room with Li Xing, and along the way, before Li Zhiou went off to repair the formation, she asked him to bring some medicinal ingredients as well.