Invincible Dad-Chapter 490: I’m Going to Dry the Clothes_1

Like a sharp sword, it sought to sever everything in the world!

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

The Mount Fu mountain range was like paper, effortlessly sliced apart by the light of the sun and moon.

Gao He and the other Martial Ancestors felt a mortal crisis descend upon them, but they were powerless to resist. At that moment, even lifting a finger was an impossible dream.

Xu Lai’s face was placid as he beckoned with his hand.

Tang Baishan’s expression changed dramatically. He watched in fear as his Boundary rapidly declined. Moreover, the Dragon Vein’s fortune, which had merged into his very bloodline, was instantly trying to tear itself from his body!

"My Dragon Vein! My lifespan!" Tang Baishan screamed, unable to stop the Dragon Vein’s fortune from abandoning him. In its place, his own lifespan rapidly drained away, his hair turning white and his skin withering with age.

In the blink of an eye, he had aged by decades, once again becoming a decrepit old man.

Gao He and the others felt a chill creep into their hearts as they watched. What kind of power was this? To steal decades of a person’s life out of thin air?

Before they could fully comprehend what was happening, Xu Lai touched a finger to Tang Baishan’s forehead and let out a soft sound of interest.

While searching the man’s soul, Xu Lai discovered that Tang Baishan had received his inheritance from a mysterious tribe in a Sea City. But the Demon King of that Sea City was not a native of Earth.

To be precise... he came from Mercury.

After arriving on Earth, he gifted the Jade Slip to Tang Baishan to win over the Human Race, never expecting that the man would actually succeed in his Cultivation.

The Moon Clan from the Moon. The Demon Cultivators from Mercury. Perhaps even beings from the other celestial bodies in the Solar System had come to Earth.

What exactly is hidden on Earth that draws them all here? Is their target also the key to the Nine Kings’ Palace, hidden within the Quasi-Emperor’s Tomb? According to the Heavenly Dao, Jing Ke tried to enter the Nine Kings’ Palace to revive someone in a coffin and extend their life. So, what are these Cultivators from other planets after?

As Xu Lai was lost in thought, Tang Baishan’s body exploded. A blood-red Divine Dragon slowly took shape in the void.

That was—the Dragon Spirit of the Dragon Vein of Mount Fu!

Rain was still falling from the sky. The blood-red Divine Dragon let out an excited roar as it sliced through the air and plunged into the vast lake between the nine peaks, sending up waves dozens of feet high.

Somewhere in the unseen world, the Divine Dragons formed from Hua Country’s other three Dragon Veins all paused, letting out uncertain roars. They wanted to know what was happening with their brother vein. How could it die one moment and be reborn the next? They had no idea how terrifying that was for other dragons!

"Senior Xu, this..."

Gao He and the Martial Ancestors stared, dumbfounded, at the Divine Dragon swimming joyfully in the lake. The Dragon Vein, which Tang Baishan had destroyed with a Formation, was restored. What kind of heaven-defying power is this!

THUD!

Tears of excitement welled in Gao He’s eyes. "On behalf of the Martial Dao World and the people of Hua Country, I, Gao He, President of the East Sea Wushu Association, thank you, Senior!"

"It was nothing. Don’t worry about it." With that, Xu Lai returned to Haitang Court with Ruan Lan.

Ruan Tang was gathering clothes in the backyard, so Xu Lai went to help. "Honey, where’s our daughter?"

"Qian Xiao came by a little while ago. They went to the back mountain together to cultivate," Ruan Tang glared at Xu Lai.

It had started to rain suddenly, and she was terribly worried that her daughter and Qian Xiao would get sick.

Xu Lai, however, wasn’t concerned. "Hmm, that’s good. She knows how to work hard now."

"Xu Lai!" Ruan Tang hung the wet clothes inside the room, then rolled up the sleeves of her pajamas and pinched Xu Lai. "Yiyi is still so young, and you’re already exposing her to Cultivation. What if she suffers a cultivation deviation?"

"Honey, you even know about cultivation deviation?" Xu Lai asked, surprised.

"Stop joking around!"

"Once you set foot on the path of Cultivation, life and death are your own to bear."

Before the words were even out of his mouth, Ruan Tang’s hand shot out and pinched his waist hard. "What did you just say?"

"...I said I’ll protect our daughter. She’s my daughter, Xu Lai’s daughter, the Princess of the Heavenly Court. No one can harm a single hair on her head." Xu Lai sucked in a sharp breath. "HISS... Honey, stop pinching! It really hurts."

"You’d better promise." Ruan Tang was still uneasy. As a mother, it broke her heart to think of her six-year-old girl cultivating in the pouring rain.

Xu Lai could only promise again.

Ruan Tang gazed worriedly out the window. "I wonder when this rain will stop."

"That’s easy," Xu Lai nodded.

"Rain and thunder are just changes in the weather. Nobody can control them. What are you, the Duke of Thunder or the Mother of Clouds?" Ruan Tang said, unconvinced.

"But what if I can?"

"Then you can take the clothes back outside to dry," she retorted.

"Uh." Xu Lai was speechless. He took her hand and smiled. "Honey, how about a bet? If I make the rain stop, you have to promise me one thing."

"No." Ruan Tang refused immediately. She had never won a bet against Xu Lai; this flirtatious man was definitely up to no good!

"A great man once said that couples should make little wagers now and then to keep the relationship exciting."

Ruan Tang’s beautiful eyes twinkled. She thought for a long moment but couldn’t recall ever hearing such a quote. "And which great man was that?"

"I was."

"PFFT!" Ruan Tang couldn’t suppress a laugh. "Xu Lai, have you no shame? Fine, but what happens if the sky *doesn’t* clear up?"

Xu Lai didn’t answer her. Instead, he looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "Yes, what if the sky doesn’t clear up?"

As he spoke, the curtain of rain simply ceased to fall.

The dark clouds, which had nearly touched the ground, vanished in an instant. They were replaced by bright sunshine and pristine white clouds. Over Haitang Court, the white clouds formed a peculiar shape: two interconnected hearts, framed by a brilliant, beautiful rainbow.

Xu Lai laughed heartily. That Heavenly Dao... the kid really knows how to put on a show.

Ruan Tang’s mouth fell open in surprise. She quietly took a step back, trying to escape, but Xu Lai blocked her way.

"Honey, where are you going?"

"...The sky’s clear. I’m going to dry the clothes," Ruan Tang said stiffly.

"Don’t forget our bet," Xu Lai said with a grin.

Ruan Tang looked at Xu Lai’s profile, feeling utterly helpless. How on earth does he do these things? She massaged her temples. "Fine. Tell me. What do you want me to promise?"

Xu Lai leaned in and whispered in her ear. Ruan Tang’s face went crimson with embarrassment. "Impossible!"

"A bet is a bet."

"Absolutely not! Who draws little turtles in broad daylight!" Ruan Tang’s heart raced, and even her earlobes turned red. This flirtatious man... he’s really just trying to take advantage of me!

"Come on, hurry up," Xu Lai urged. "Our daughter is cultivating and Ruan Lan is still asleep. You wouldn’t want them to find out, would you?"

Ruan Tang hesitated. Biting her lip, she gave him an aggrieved look. "I must have really owed you in my past life."

"Hehe." Hearing the compromise in his wife’s voice, Xu Lai scooped Ruan Tang up and carried her back to their room.

He locked the door and pulled the curtains shut. "Alright," Xu Lai said seriously, "let’s begin."

Ruan Tang had lost all her usual domineering presence; all that remained was a pitiful helplessness. "Xu Lai," she pleaded, "can we... not draw it?"