Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 504: Netherflame Stick

Qin Yi was speechless, but stubbornly said, "Uncle, this stick may really be a valuable artifact, worth a fortune."

The homeless uncle looked at Qin Yi with a mischievous glint in his eyes, it was unclear whether he believed it or not.

"Young man, what you call a fortune is only worth two bottles of wine to me."

Qin Yi looked at him in confusion.

"To me, this thing is just a doorstop, and you said it yourself that it’s useless to me except for that, so in my eyes, it’s only worth two bottles of wine."

Qin Yi seemed to understand, but also seemed not to.

"Young man, everyone has different pursuits. What you deem priceless is measured by money, but a grand mansion or a wealth of money is just a burden to me, your uncle. Two bottles of wine make me happier. Besides, if this truly is a treasure, keeping it would eventually bring me disaster."

"Alright, two bottles of wine, and you can take the stick."

Qin Yi looked at the man, his gaze slightly flickering. Up till now, he was unsure whether the uncle truly didn’t like money, was genuinely carefree, or was just drunk.

But in the end, Qin Yi nodded in agreement, "Alright, two bottles of wine it is."

"Deal. You can’t trick me, young fella. I, your uncle, am well-connected and claim to be the twenty-bag elder of the Beggar Gang in Yinfeng City. I’d surely find you if you cheat me."

Qin Yi couldn’t help but chuckle, a twenty-bag elder, what nonsense?

"Come on, let’s drink. Stop studying that broken stick."

Qin Yi lifted his cup, sharing drinks with the uncle.

The dishes passed five flavors, and the drinks three rounds.

In the end, the uncle drank too much, leaning back in his chair and fell into a deep sleep, a smile on his lips and satisfaction on his face.

Suddenly, Qin Yi felt a bit envious of the uncle, living so freely, able to sleep anywhere at any time without a shred of defense or worry.

Qin Yi moved the uncle to the bed, covered him with a quilt, picked up the stick, and with a gust of wind from his hand, blew out the remaining candles and oil lamps on the table, and left, closing the door behind him.

On the way home, Qin Yi began examining the stick in his hand.

Infusing it with his cultivation, violent fire-red light seeped out from the cracks on its pitch-black surface.

Qin Yi swung the stick, striking directly at a nearby tree trunk the size of a small bowl.

With a crack, the tree was snapped at the waist, the break charred black. frёeωebɳovel.com

Qin Yi swung again at a basketball-sized green stone by the roadside, with a bang, it shattered into pieces.

This item was indeed extraordinary.

Qin Yi urged his cultivation, increasing the power, more radiant fire-red light burst forth from the cracks on the stick’s surface.

Crack, crack...!

A slight cracking sounded.

Qin Yi’s eyes lit up, and he increased the force again. The cracks on the stick enlarged, the fire-red light became more intense, a piece of the black coating fell off, revealing the body of the stick, surrounded by flames.

With a flick of his wrist, there was a bang, the black coating on the stick completely exploded. This ordinary yet extraordinary doorstop finally revealed its true face, a long stick surrounded by fire light.

Were it not for the fire light, this stick would resemble the Zhou Family’s Coiling Dragon Staff from Huahai City.

However, the stick’s surface was carved with beautiful and complex patterns, eyebrow-high, with fire light flickering, indeed reminiscent of the Jingu Bang.

Of course, the Jingu Bang was just something the uncle casually mentioned. The stick had a name, with two ancient characters carved on one end. Qin Yi recognized it after some effort; this stick was called: Netherflame.

Nine Nether Flames?

The Nine Nether Flames are among the strongest flames in the world. Could this stick be named after it?

Qin Yi merely speculated about this, but wasn’t certain.

However, the quality of this stick far exceeded his expectations, able to destroy with effortless swings, at the very least a superior spiritual artifact. Qin Yi felt that this Netherflame Stick was even stronger than the Sky-splitting Bowl he snatched from Jin Wudi.

Qin Yi withdrew his cultivation, the raging fire on the Netherflame Stick extinguished, the stick turned purely black.

Putting away the Netherflame Stick, Qin Yi soared into the air, transforming into a stream of light heading home.

This night was truly eventful.

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Returning home, Qin Yi opened the door only to find everyone was still awake.

"Hubby, where have you been?" Duan Yiyi rushed over, her face full of worry. "We were worried sick, and your phone couldn’t be reached either."

Qin Yi was taken aback, took out his phone and checked, apologizing, "I didn’t notice, don’t know when it ran out of battery."

"Are you alright?"

Yun Mengyao sat on the sofa with her legs crossed; Qin Yi found it curious how she crossed her legs so elegantly, while others looked like hoodlums doing it.

Qin Yi shook his head, "How could anything happen to me?"

"After we finished, you disappeared. The Holy Daughter said seeing so many girls and children harmed must have upset you, maybe even leading you to suicidal thoughts, which scared me to death," Duan Yiyi pouted.

Qin Yi glanced annoyingly at Yun Mengyao, then gently patted Duan Yiyi’s little head, "Don’t worry! If anyone’s suicidal, it won’t be me."

Xia Yanbing approached, gently holding Qin Yi’s hand, "I heard about everything. Honey, this wasn’t your fault, don’t be upset."

Qin Yi bitterly smiled inside; if it wasn’t his fault, whose was it?

"I made you worry!" Qin Yi felt somewhat guilty, especially since Xiaobing was pregnant, yet still worried for him.

"See, I’ve always said it. Good people don’t live long, evildoers last a thousand years. People like him surely won’t be in trouble," Lin Hongzhuang said, pulling Xia Yanbing’s hand. "Now, rest assured, it’s getting late, you must ensure sufficient sleep. Come rest with me now."

Qin Yi embraced Xia Yanbing in his arms, glaring at Lin Hongzhuang, "My wife, I’ll accompany her to rest, I don’t need you. Go cool off wherever. I had a gift for you, but now thinking about it, I’ll keep it for myself instead. Giving it to someone like you, you wouldn’t appreciate it."

Lin Hongzhuang froze, suspiciously eyeing Qin Yi, "A gift for me? Dead rat or dead cockroach? Fine, thank you, keep it to yourself. I, for one, don’t care."

Qin Yi sneered, with a wave of his hand, a flash of light brought the Netherflame Stick from the storage ring into his hand. With a bit of energy movement, the entire stick seemed red-hot, fire light gleamed, dramatically raising the room’s temperature.

Everyone present were Qi Refiners, clearly sensing the ferocious fire attribute power on the Netherflame Stick.

Lin Hongzhuang’s eyes went wide; she practiced fire attribute cultivation techniques, making this Netherflame Stick suit her perfectly, almost drooling.

"Is, is this really meant for me?"

Qin Yi rolled his eyes, "I indeed planned to give it to you, but now I’ve changed my mind, don’t want to give it anymore."

"Hubby, I want it too."

"You don’t practice fire attribute techniques, what do you want it for?"

Duan Yiyi pouted, "I follow a bold style too. Attach a blade to this stick, it’d be a machete! Besides, I can also use this stick as a pole for pole dancing for you."

Everyone: "..."

Qin Yi’s mouth twitched violently, this girl’s ideas were always so unique.

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