Dan and Martial God of the Other World/C3 Ten Times the Repayment.!
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C3 Ten Times the Repayment.!

Unfortunately, Jiang Rou was unaware that her son had already passed away. The Du Shaomu before her was no longer the child she knew.

"Mother, are we really leaving North Cloud City?" Du Shaomu asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"We'll leave North Cloud City and start fresh somewhere else. This old courtyard isn't worth much, so I'll sell it to Uncle Zheng next door at a discount. With the little savings I've put aside over the years, we can find a new place. I'll take up some sewing work with a few well-off families. It won't be long before we're settled. As long as you're safe, I won't let you suffer any more hardships," Jiang Rou said, her eyes brimming with tears as she gazed at her son.

A mother knows her child like no other. She was acutely aware of the indignities her son had endured at the hands of the Su Family over the past month.

Though he hadn't met the grim fate rumored at the Red House, being cast aside by the Su Family meant he had no future in North Cloud City. With resolve, Jiang Rou decided they would leave.

Du Shaomu understood that his mother's desire to leave North Cloud City was all for his sake. The boundless love of a parent was evident; a son was always a piece of his mother's heart. How could he bear to let her discover that her son was no longer alive?

As he looked into Jiang Rou's tearful eyes, Du Shaomu felt a deep emotional stir within him.

In his past life, he had endured solitude and rigorous training, striving to reach the Martial Emperor Realm quickly so he could tear through the fabric of time and space to reunite with his parents on Earth.

Now, feeling the warmth of maternal love he hadn't experienced in so long, he found himself longing for it.

Having been reborn, and with this young man also named Du Shaomu, it seemed like destiny.

In this life, he was this mother's son, and the compassionate woman before him was his mother for this lifetime.

"Mother..."

With newfound clarity, Du Shaomu gently wiped away his mother's tears. A determined glint flashed in his eyes, his presence commanding and authoritative as he vowed, "It's my fault for being an unfilial son, allowing you to be mistreated and bullied. I swear, from this day forward, you will never endure any more suffering. Anyone who dares to harm my mother will face my wrath—I will grind their bones to dust!"

Jiang Rou could sense a change in her son. He had never spoken with such conviction or carried such an air about him.

But then she considered that her son, who had always been meek and often bullied, might have finally come into his own. It was a welcome development, and she felt a surge of joy, yet she couldn't shake her concern that he might get into trouble. "Silly boy, as long as we're together, we won't face any hardships. Rest now, while I pack our things. I'll sell this old house to Uncle Zheng—he needs it for his son's upcoming marriage. First thing tomorrow, we'll leave North Cloud City."

With that, Jiang Rou didn't wait for Du Shaomu's response. She was already cheerfully tidying up the inner room. They could no longer stay in North Cloud City, for fear that the Su Family might come seeking her son.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Jiang Rou never once inquired about the Red Feather Pavilion from Du Shaomu. She had faith in her son; there was no need for further questions.

"Young Master, are we truly going to leave North Cloud City?" Du Xiaohou sidled up to Du Shaomu, whispering the question in his ear.

"Of course not," Du Shaomu replied, shaking his head. Leaving North Cloud City would mean subjecting his mother to the hardships of travel, something he had vowed to never let happen again.

"But if we stay in North Cloud City, I fear the Su Family will continue to harass us," Du Xiaohou expressed, his worry evident. Despite never having attended school, Jiang Rou's teachings over the years had made him literate and clever.

"What's the Su Family in the grand scheme of things?" Du Shaomu responded coolly. Though he spoke dismissively, he was aware that in his past life, the Su Family wouldn't have posed a threat. However, his current circumstances were different. He could take care of himself, but the possibility of his mother being dragged into any conflict with the Su Family was a real concern.

"Young Master, are you delirious with a cold or fever? You shouldn't speak so carelessly outside. If the Su Family hears such talk, we'll be in deep trouble," Du Xiaohou couldn't help but wonder if his young master had lost his senses due to illness. After all, the Su Family held imperial sway over North Cloud City, and crossing them would lead to dire consequences.

"Xiaohou, stay here and watch over my mother. I'm going to find a solution," Du Shaomu said, rising to leave without further elaboration.

"Young Master, you've only just returned. Where are you off to now?" Du Xiaohou asked, his concern growing.

"Don't worry, I'll be alright," Du Shaomu assured him, adding, "Look after my mother. It won't be long before I treat you to the finest foods and drinks. The Su Family has wronged you today, and I've taken note. They will repay what they owe."

"Young Master, my life is of little value. Being beaten is no big deal to me. Please, don't trouble yourself with the Su Family. As long as you and the lady are well, that's all I need to be content for life," Du Xiaohou pleaded, on the verge of tears, worried about what Du Shaomu might do.

"Stop talking nonsense. Your life is not worthless. From now on, by my mother's and my side, no one will dare to belittle you," Du Shaomu scolded, giving Du Xiaohou a stern look before departing. He then made a discreet hand gesture, signaling Du Xiaohou to keep their conversation from his mother to avoid worrying her.

"Young Master, you've changed. Could a visit to the brothel really make someone wiser?" Du Xiaohou mused, watching Du Shaomu's retreating figure. He couldn't shake the feeling that his young master had indeed become much more astute.

Du Shaomu paused at the threshold, glancing back at his home with a sense of warmth. This was the place, and these were the people, he was determined to protect.

"We share the same name, and thus, our destinies are intertwined. I know your mother is your deepest concern. Having lived two lifetimes, my previous existence was spent in arduous training, all to return to my parents. Now, your body and your mother have become mine to care for. I will not overlook any debts owed to you, and for every slight against you, I will exact tenfold retribution."

Gazing at his home's entrance, Du Shaomu whispered as if bidding farewell to the last vestige of spirit lingering in his body.

It was as though his body responded to his words, a wave of emotion briefly stirring in Du Shaomu's mind before settling back into tranquility.

Now, Du Shaomu needed to find a secluded spot to contemplate his next move.

He also had to address the issue plaguing his body in solitude. Only by beginning his cultivation could he confront the Su Family.

To think he had married into the Su Family, only to be poisoned, framed, and cast aside.

Such treachery and venom—how could he let this go unavenged?

Never in his two lives had he been oppressed. Now that he was here, Du Shaomu refused to suffer in silence.

Debts owed to him would be repaid.

Those who dared to oppress him would pay back tenfold, a hundredfold!

As he journeyed, Du Shaomu sifted through the memories of the soul that once inhabited his mind.

In this world, martial arts thrived, kingdoms stood tall, and sects were widespread. There were emperors and mighty warriors.

Commoners were as insignificant as ants, their lives as fragile as feathers.

When the mighty raged, they left a trail of corpses, reshaped landscapes, and made the very earth quake!

Du Shaomu was unfazed by such a world. Though it differed from his past life, the rule of strength was an eternal constant across all realms.

Previously, Du Shaomu's body had been cursed with sealed meridians, rendering him incapable of channeling Origin Energy and effectively a cripple.

But his past achievements in the Dao of Alchemy were not overshadowed by the Martial Dao. He had quickly diagnosed the ailments of his current body.

With meridians obstructed and veins blocked, Origin Energy could not flow, making cultivation impossible in this life.

Only a Heavenspan Realm powerhouse, willing to expend their own cultivation, might open many acupoints, allowing one to embark on the path of cultivation.

Yet even with such legendary assistance, only some—not all—acupoints could be opened.

Even the top powerhouses likely struggled to fully clear their own meridians and acupoints.

Should someone manage to clear all within their body, their potential and future accomplishments would be staggering.

Yet Du Shaomu harbored no concern for his sealed meridians.

In his past life, countless elite warriors had queued at his door, each desperate for him to clear just one more acupoint, one more meridian, at any cost.

Such tasks were routine for Du Shaomu; clearing a meridian was no challenge. He simply needed to devise a plan.

"Move aside, move aside..."

Amidst his recollections, a panicked shout pierced the air. A whirlwind swept through, shaking the ground and eliciting cries of alarm from the surrounding streets.

A crimson glow enveloped the area as a savage demonic beast, resembling a fierce lion, charged forth like a thunderbolt, swiftly closing in on Du Shaomu.

In his current state, Du Shaomu had no time to evade.

The beast halted instantly, but the residual force of its powerful gust still slammed into Du Shaomu with unrelenting force.

"Crash!"

Du Shaomu was hurled through the air, a fresh gush of blood spilling from his lips. Already unsteady, his consciousness blurred and he passed out.

"Roar..."

The roar of the lion boomed like thunder—an impressive demonic lion with a fierce, piercing gaze. Its golden curls glimmered, and its long, whip-like tail flicked in the air. Its body glowed red as if flames danced upon its skin, radiating a heat as intense as its ferocity.

Astride the demonic lion was a girl, about sixteen or seventeen, who commanded attention. Draped in red, her delicate neck was partially veiled by creamy skin, and her slender waist could hardly be grasped. She wore short leather armor and knee-high boots that accentuated her already long, straight legs—particularly the stretch of fair thigh between shorts and boots, perfectly balanced between too much and too little.

The girl was fiery, her allure silent but potent. Her eyes sparkled with a captivating spirit.

She glanced at the one sent flying, then quickly looked back, urgency in her expression as if desperate to escape something. A small smile played on her lips, her red mouth slightly parted in an inviting gesture. Biting her lip, she addressed the demonic lion below, "Little Flame, let's go."

"Roar..."

The demonic lion seemed to grasp her words. With a low growl, it surged forward.

In a swift motion, the girl leaned over and hoisted the unconscious Du Shaomu onto the lion's back. Within moments, they had vanished from the street, swift as lightning.

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