Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

0Ding Yi brushed the corner of his clothes and looked down at Qin Shaofeng condescendingly. He frowned and then looked towards Zhang Shaoqi.    

    

At this time, Zhang Shaoqi was preparing to slip away with Zhang Peishan, but before he even took two steps, he noticed the cold gaze behind him. The two of them paused their steps, Zhang Shaoqi took a deep breath, protected Zhang Peishan behind him, looked at Ding Yi and said: "I never thought that someone as strong as you would be hiding in Jinzhou."    

    

"I'm very curious, why would someone as powerful as you stoop down to a small place like Jinzhou?" Zhang Shaoqi clenched his fist and asked with a trembling voice.    

    

Ding Yi raised his eyebrows and sneered at Zhang Shaoqi. He didn't answer him and instead asked, "What does this have to do with you?"    

    

"Kid, do you still want to deal with me?" With that, Ding Yi's gaze fell on Zhang Peishan.    

    

Zhang Peishan's face was pale. He didn't expect that even his father and Qin Shaofeng were no match for Ding Yi. At this moment, his mind was in a mess and he didn't dare to say anything. He could only ask his father for help.    

    

Sensing his son's gaze, Zhang Shaoqi had a complicated expression on his face. He sighed and pulled Zhang Shaoqi over. He scolded Zhang Shaoqi in a low voice, "Bastard, why aren't you apologizing to this big brother!"    

    

"I …" Zhang Peishan was shocked as he looked at his father. He had never seen his father act so subserviently before, and his heart couldn't help but tremble. He kneeled on the ground and said to Ding Yi, "Big brother, I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me!"    

    

Seeing Zhang Peishan kneeling and begging for mercy, Zhang Shaoqi clenched his fist, but didn't say anything.    

    

"Trash, mud cannot support a wall!" Qin Shaofeng, who was lying on the side, frowned, spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed in a low voice.    

    

Looking at Zhang Peishan, who was kneeling on the ground, Ding Yi's brows twitched as he said lightly: "Don't provoke me in the future, otherwise..."    

    

"No, I promise I won't!" Before Ding Yi could finish his sentence, Zhang Peishan hurriedly waved his hand and smiled apologetically, "Your excellency doesn't remember this lowly one. Please forgive me this time."    

    

Ding Yi glanced at Zhang Peishan and then looked deeply at Zhang Shaoqi. He then said to Jin Wudao, who was not far away, "I'll be leaving first."    

    

Jin Wudao nodded his head with a smile, while Soong Loong's face was full of shock. No matter what, he never expected Ding Yi to defeat a half-step master so easily. At this moment, he was extremely shocked in his heart.    

    

After the Heavenly Fragrance House came out, Ding Yi did not linger and directly rode his bicycle out of the city center.    

    

"Master... That, is Ancestral Master , that old man? " Soong Loong slightly frowned and wondered if he saw wrongly.    

    

"Cough cough, let's go." Jin Wudao had a strange expression on his face. He looked at the figure riding a bicycle in the distance and coughed dryly. Then, he said to Soong Loong, "I remember that there's a motor exhibition in our city recently?"    

    

"I think so." Soong Loong was stunned for a moment and then nodded his head.    

    

Jin Wudao pondered for a moment, turned his head to look at his beloved disciple, smiled and said, "Master is too used to living in the wild, he doesn't want to care about these mundane things. Go to the car show and choose a substitute car for him."    

    

At this time, Ding Yi had already arrived at the market on his bicycle. He specially selected a few dishes that Han Feirong liked to eat, then specially selected a chicken that was already slaughtered, intending to reward Han Feirong in the evening.    

    

It was already noon when they got home. The house was empty. It seemed like none of them came back. Ding Yi was also enjoying his leisure. He made a small dish and went into the room after filling his stomach.    

    

"I've prepared for such a long time, it's about time to give it a try." Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Ding Yi closed his eyes as scenes of the past played in his mind.    

    

Due to the fact that Ding Yi's soul was not destroyed, in the past five thousand years, although he had cultivated to an extremely high level, he still couldn't stop the aging of his body.    

    

This cycle repeated itself until finally, Ding Yi stopped cultivating and gave up on the idea of his physical body being immortal. He started to collect all kinds of methods around the world, studying and deducing again and again, and he found a path that could lead him away from fate.    

    

"Sacred Heart Spell! This time, it's all up to you! " Ding Yi took a deep breath and said in his heart.    

    

According to his calculation, the reason why the physical body could not live as long as the others, was probably because his soul was too strong, resulting in his body being able to bear more than its limit. In other words, from the moment Ding Yi's soul entered the body, the physical body had always been in a state beyond his limits, and no matter what method was used to replenish it, this body would only become weaker and weaker.    

    

Previously, he had prepared it for a very long time, but did not dare to try it out. This was because if he failed, not only would it be difficult to solve the problem of the body, his soul would also be unimaginably injured.    

    

After making up his mind, Ding Yi no longer hesitated. He made a strange gesture with his hands, closed his eyes and activated the Sacred Heart Spell.    

    

An unbearable pain washed over Ding Yi's nerves wave after wave. Beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were blood-red, clenched his teeth tightly, and his soul seemed to have been ripped apart. Immediately after, his vision went dark, and he only had time to think for a while before tilting his head and falling onto the bed.    

    

Waves of warmth flowed through Ding Yi's limbs and bones, slowly strengthening his body.    

    

Time slowly flowed by. Ding Yi's body suddenly shook and he abruptly opened his eyes. He sat up, breathing heavily.    

    

"Phew …" "It's okay, it's okay." Ding Yi patted his head and felt like his brain was a lump of paste.    

    

After a long time, he finally managed to recover some of his strength. Thinking back to the pain of his soul being torn apart, he quickly checked his condition, and when he saw the state he was in, he immediately became excited.    

    

"This, this..." Ding Yi clenched his fists and felt the abundant energy in his limbs and bones. He immediately realized that the Sacred Heart Spell that he had spent a lot of effort to deduce had worked!    

    

Thinking about that, Ding Yi immediately closed his eyes, and an almost corporeal figure appeared in his mind. This person had a grave expression, and his long hair was casually tied behind him, and he was dressed in snow-white clothes. However, a tiny crack appeared on his cold face, and a dense energy slowly flowed out from the crack, spreading to his limbs and bones.    

    

"This injury... Forget it! " Ding Yi sighed and stopped thinking about it.    

    

Ding Yi went into the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. Only then did he feel a little more awake. It was already evening. Ding Yi was about to go to the kitchen to wash the vegetables and wait for Han Feirong and co. when his phone suddenly rang.    

    

"Who would call me at this point?" Ding Yi mumbled and took a look at his phone. It was actually from Han Feirong.