I use my future dreams to prove immortality.

Chapter 83 Execution

"I'll go cook some porridge!"

After changing her clothes and quickly washing up, Qiu Niang went straight to the kitchen.

She didn't see the main door of the wing slowly open and a figure dart inside.

Wei Jin opened his eyes as if sensing something and saw his young apprentice enter the room. Just as he was about to ask a question, he saw Zhou Qiuyuan put his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

Zhou Qiuyuan lowered his voice and said, "Master, I have stumbled upon a secret matter and must tell you."

"Please don't make a noise, and come with your disciple."

Wei Jin suppressed his doubts, dressed, and then tiptoed out of the room with Zhou Qiuyuan.

At the same time, Qiu Niang looked around to make sure no one was around, then went to the east wing and coughed lightly.

Luo Tong quickly left the east wing and went to the next wing to make sure no one was there before entering the east wing with Qiu Niang.

Since the Lu family was wiped out, Lu Chengping has been cultivating to the point of madness, practicing whenever he has time.

He's probably practicing with the Thunderclap Blade in the front yard right now.

Luo Tong took out a medicine packet and handed it to Qiu Niang, saying, "Put this medicine into the meat porridge this morning, and add more sugar to avoid the old man noticing anything unusual."

Qiu Niang looked nervous and asked, "Do we really have to do this?"

Luo Tong's face was full of hatred. He tried his best to suppress his anger and said in a low voice, "This old bastard, I have served him for many years, and he is not as good as a guy who has only been a disciple for two months. He actually gave the Dao Soldier quota to Zhou Qiuyuan."

"If you hadn't reminded me, I would still be completely in the dark."

"Since he's so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless too!"

"Once Wei Xia arrives tomorrow, there will be no more chances. Success or failure hinges on this."

"But..." A look of struggle flashed in Qiu Niang's eyes; she was worried that this matter would be exposed.

"You've taken care of this consumptive for so many years, could it be out of old feelings?" Luo Tong touched her belly and said softly, "Just think of it as a sacrifice for our future children."

"After I become a cultivator, I will also try my best to guide our children onto the path of cultivation."

Qiu Niang's eyes softened, and she nestled gently in Luo Tong's arms, saying, "I'll do whatever you say."

Before the Wei family was destroyed, she had just become a concubine of the Wei and Jin dynasties. Only after the death of the lady did she have the opportunity to rise to power.

After Wei Jin was poisoned by the Frost Demon, he became weak and lost interest in matters of love and sex, leaving Qiu Niang alone in her empty room.

Qiu Niang was only six years older than Luo Tong. Luo Tong was at the age of youthful vigor, and the two, like dry wood meeting a raging fire, secretly began an affair.

After Wei and Jin died, they no longer needed to sneak out to meet in secret, fearing that their affair would be discovered.

The two were deeply in love and unaware that Zhou Qiuyuan and Wei Jin had sneaked outside the east wing and overheard their conversation.

Zhou Qiuyuan recalled the several times he had not seen Luo Tong and Qiu Niang, and now he realized that the two must have been secretly going out to meet.

Wei Jin was so angry that his lips trembled. He was about to step forward when Zhou Qiuyuan grabbed him and gestured with his eyes, "Wait a little longer."

Since Zhou Qiuyuan had decided to take action, he wanted to strike at the heart of the matter, leaving Luo Tong no chance to turn the tables.

Only when the poisoned porridge was served would Wei Jin disregard past relationships and eliminate any potential threats.

Wei Jin took a deep breath and barely managed to suppress his anger.

For some reason, Luo Tong had a bad feeling. He urged, "Hurry up and go, don't let anyone find out."

"After the old man dies, wait two hours before coming out to announce the news, so as to avoid people suspecting you of his death."

Qiu Niang hurried to the side room, dismissed the cook, and declared that she would cook herself.

Before long, a bowl of meat porridge was brought into the main room. Qiu Niang said to Wei Jin, who was lying on the bed, "Husband, it's time to drink your porridge."

Wei Jin's eyes were as cold as knives. "You drink first."

Qiu Niang's smile stiffened as she said, "This is porridge that I personally cooked for my husband. It's very nourishing, and it's a token of my appreciation."

"You're afraid to drink it? Are you perhaps afraid that you've poisoned the porridge?"

Zhou Qiuyuan sensed his master's suppressed anger and, without concealing his footsteps, hurried towards the front yard.

He had only been outside a short while when he heard the sound of a bowl shattering.

"You vile woman! How dare you poison this old man!"

"I was truly blind to have raised two heartless bastards."

Luo Tong was startled when he heard the cursing coming from the backyard. Had Qiu Niang been exposed?

The only option left is to grab the Thunder Blade and run!

Just as Luo Tong was about to ask Lu Chengping for the Thunder Blade, he suddenly saw Zhou Qiuyuan appear in front of him and punched him in the face.

He was not carrying any magical artifacts and was completely powerless to resist, collapsing to the ground in a sorry state.

"Let's go see our master!"

Lu Chengping stopped cultivating and saw Zhou Qiuyuan grabbing Luo Tong's hair and dragging him into the backyard like a dead pig.

"What happened?"

Zhou Qiuyuan and Luo Tong got along well and never had a fight.

Why did they suddenly start fighting?

"You'll find out soon enough!"

Zhou Qiuyuan offered no explanation, eager to take Luo Tong to the backyard to quell his master's anger.

The main room door opened, and Qiu Niang knelt on the ground with a bruised and swollen face. When she saw Luo Tong being thrown in like a dead dog, her face was filled with despair.

"I raised a thankless wretch like you. I raised you from a baby, taught you to read and write, and trained your body. Is this how you treat your teacher?"

Wei Jin looked at Luo Tong with a sorrowful gaze.

Luo Tong was an adopted son whom Wei Jin had raised from childhood, and was also his chief disciple. Wei Jin had long regarded him as his own son, and his betrayal was the most unacceptable thing for Wei Jin.

Now that things have come to this, Luo Tong surely understands that there's no way to change the situation, so he simply stops pretending.

"Old man, stop with the pretense. If you hadn't encountered the Frost Demon while leading your convoy, my father wouldn't have died! And I wouldn't be living under someone else's roof!"

"I have followed you for many years, serving you wholeheartedly, yet you have betrayed me and given the Daoist soldier quota to Zhou Qiuyuan!"

Wei Jin did not reveal the number of Daobing positions in advance because he did not want his three disciples to fight amongst themselves.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

"Your aptitude is too poor. Even if you obtain a Dao Soldier quota, you will have no chance to embark on the path of cultivation. Zhou Qiuyuan has good talent, and after becoming a cultivator, he can also be of help to you..."

"It's too late to say anything now!" Wei Jin closed his eyes helplessly, not wanting to see his disciple's head separated from his body.

The Thunder Blade in Lu Chengping's hand suddenly flew into Wei Jin's palm, a flash of purple light disappeared, and two heads were thrown off.

Zhou Qiuyuan supported the swaying Wei Jin and said, "Master, you still need to rest well. Don't ruin your health for outsiders."

He helped Wei Jin to another side room, and then he and Lu Chengping began to deal with the body.

Lu Chengping belatedly learned the whole story and couldn't help but feel a sense of lingering fear.

Once his master is poisoned to death, he will lose his backing, and his fate will be predictable.

"I really want to throw these two corpses into the dogs' food."

……

"We failed. We missed out on a Thunder Spirit Tool."

"It will be difficult to get it again in the future."

Wang Sichen sat in the Wang family mansion, holding a substandard Thunder Spirit Core in one hand. A human-like chewing sound came from his palm, and fine powder slipped from his fingertips.

"Zhou Qiuyuan!"