A Good-for-Nothing Chapter 43: Heartache

Translator: Dragon Rider
Li Zong's apartment was in the housing district called Century Town, which was not really close to the eating house, but at this hour of the day, the traffic was fairly light, so it was barely nine o'clock when they reached the parking lot.

Neither of them uttered a word in the elevator. After opening the burglar-proof door, He Zheng, bursting with impatience, shook off his shoes and asked, "What did you mean by that remark?"

Li Zong patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to be patient.

"Sit down. Perform a small circle of internal energy according to your usual cultivation method. I'll stand beside you and watch."

Surprisingly, maybe because he wanted to have a try with Li Zong, or maybe because he believed a man as powerful as Li Zong had no reason to do him any harm, He Zheng, who had always been a rather defensive man, sat down on the carpet cross-legged in a very relaxed manner and performed a small circle of internal energy according to his usual cultivation method.

To some extent, exorcists bore, for all intents and purposes, no difference from other kinds of cultivators. Performance of exorcism required Fu, magic circles or magic tools. Exorcists could also exert their own "power" on objects and creatures to eliminate demons and evil spirits.

Generation after generation, some renowned exorcists had put their cultivation methods into written words, which had afterwards been revered as unique mental cultivation methods of different sects. A sect called the Mao Mountain, for example, had a set of beginner's incantations, which could help disciples better harness spiritual energy existed between heaven and earth, turn it into their own reserves of power and lay solid foundation for becoming exorcists capable of manipulating Fu to eliminate ghosts.

He Zheng closed his eyes and concentrated his mind on the circulation of internal energy. Since he had developed proficiency in this, he was now able to commence the cultivating process without reciting the mental cultivation method in his mind.

Instantly, he entered a state of mind where his body, along with everything around him, seemed to have disappeared, where the little golden spinning ball of light in his mind was the only thing that existed. As the ball of light spun faster and faster, a layer of faint fog appeared on the surface of it, making it seem a little bigger.

He Zheng opened his eyes and exhaled deeply. When he tried to stand up, the unexpected numbness in his legs brought him into a loss of balance. Li Zong, who had sharp eyes and agile hands, sprang to his support, carried him in his arms and put him down on the sofa.

In fact, He Zheng himself was also somewhat confused. It had been approximately over ten days since he started practicing the mental cultivation method of He family. Originally, he had been making steady progress all along, but during the past couple of days, he had felt uncomfortable all over while cultivating, and he had barely been making any progress.

But he preferred to keep his beginning cultivation secret from others before he deemed himself powerful enough, so he couldn't ask anybody about it.

However, the expression on Li Zong's face was somewhat grave. He reached out his hand and struck a few acupoints on He Zheng's back. With that, He Zheng suddenly felt his throat being blocked by something foul. As Li Zong made a mudra, He Zheng spat out a mouthful of dark blood which stained the carpet.

He leaned against Li Zong's chest, a vacant look in his eyes. Surprisingly, after vomiting blood, he felt very comfortable, and his body felt significantly lighter.

"He Changchun only gave you the elementary-level mental cultivation method? He didn't give you the others?"

He Zheng didn't like being regarded as vulnerable, but at this moment, lying in Li Zong's arms, he felt pretty comfy. He didn't raise his head. Eyelashes slightly fluttering, he curved the corners of his mouth in a sneer and inexplicably uttered "Um", but he didn't tell Li Zong that his old man wouldn't have given him this elementary-level mental cultivation method if it weren't for his agreement to marry Li Zong.

Li Zong lowered his head to look at the man lying in his arms, as if a crust around his heart that had existed for many years was cracked by the look on He Zheng's face at this moment.

He Zheng looked at his prominent nose, deep eyes and dashing eyebrows.

Li Zong stroked He Zheng's face and landed an asexual kiss on his forehead. He Zheng's eyelashes abruptly twitched and then Li Zong's calm voice was heard.

"Go to SMB with me tomorrow. The cultivation method of the Qingwei Sect is more suitable for you."

Chapter end