My Wife is Unbeatable in the Whole World, Touch Me If You Dare!-Chapter 135 - 97 Collapse of Dao Heart_2

Li Nuo waved his hand and said, "No more cultivation..."

Li Anning was stunned for a moment, unsure of what he meant. "No cultivation of what?"

Li Nuo replied, "No more cultivation of Legalism."

After cultivating Legalism for over a month, he had lost the ambitious spirit that he had at the start.

Earlier at the court, the nobles had fought tooth and nail for his death.

The Imperial Censors, perhaps out of respect for a fellow practitioner of Legalism, kindly sentenced him to three years of penal servitude, to be served three thousand li away.

He even had to thank them.

Fortunately, this time there was a Death Exemption Token.

But there wouldn’t be one next time.

Last night, Li Nuo had not slept well.

There were too many mosquitoes in the County Magistrate’s Office jail; they had woken him up many times throughout the night, so he eventually gave up on trying to sleep.

Wrapped in his blanket, he pondered for a long time.

As the son of Daxia’s most notorious villain, it was already not easy for him to have survived this long.

Constant assassination attempts, each time the assassin’s skill stronger than before, each situation more perilous than the last.

He had worked so hard to accumulate a long life, only to lose it in an instant.

Two life-or-death crises in one day.

Who knew if the next farewell to his wife before leaving the house would be the last?

He was not like those Legalism predecessors who could heroically face death for their ideals.

He just wanted to live a good life.

Suddenly hearing Li Nuo say this, Li Anning asked in shock, "Why!"

Li Nuo sighed, "Cultivating Legalism is too hard, too stressful..."

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His father’s enemies were numerous. Cultivating Legalism could indeed enhance one’s cultivation and ability to protect oneself.

But the path of cultivation was fraught with difficulties, more dangerous than any other path.

It was hard enough to gather evidence to trial a murderer with a long list of crimes, without being able to use legal means.

Redemption, government positions, nobility, Death Exemption Token...

Their methods of absolving crimes were so numerous. To deal with a murderer, the fastest way was to become a murderer yourself.

Li Nuo did not have any particularly lofty ideals. Having died of overwork in his previous life, why should he live so laboriously again now that he got a second chance?

Having his own small family, a beautiful wife, and two lovely children would be more than enough to comfortably live out his life.

He had done nothing, and yet countless people wanted him dead.

Constantly opposing those important figures; his enemies would only increase.

Strengthening himself was too difficult.

Too stressful.

Rather than striving by himself, he would prefer to cling to his wife’s coattails.

With her high talent, let her strive in the cultivation pursuits.

Once she reached the Fifth Realm or Sixth Realm, he could just stick to her every day.

She was so fragrant, and Li Nuo quite enjoyed clinging to her.

To have a longer life, he could adopt a gentler approach.

Becoming a small-time County Magistrate, or perhaps a County Constable, handling minor cases and dealing with daily disputes among the people. Although his lifespan might increase slowly, at least it would keep him alive.

Seeing Li Nuo’s dejected look, Li Anning was startled. Had his determination collapsed?

She remembered feeling powerless and doubting herself when she first started practicing Legalism.

She quickly said, "Don’t do this, as a man, you can’t just give up because of a setback. Isn’t it just about killing a criminal who deserved to die? Many Legalism predecessors have done the same thing you did. If the Law and court are unjust, what’s wrong with taking the law into your own hands..."

Li Nuo asked, "What happened to those Legalism predecessors?"

Li Anning hesitated, "Um..."

Certainly, Legalism predecessors had done so, but they were almost all persecuted to death by the nobles.

But Li Nuo was different!

Your father is Li Xuanjing, and King Chun, your elder brother, regards you as his own. What do you have to fear?

No, no, I must persuade him to return!

Li Anning, holding onto Li Nuo’s arm, implored him earnestly, "We can avoid the nobles we can’t provoke, surely that’s possible. How about this, you come to the Ministry of Justice with me to investigate cases? I’ll let you handle more cases. Although it’ll be slow going for increasing your cultivation, it’s better than giving up..."

Li Nuo did not respond.

When they left the Ministry of Justice, Housekeeper Wu’s carriage was already waiting outside.

Seeing Li Nuo come out, he smiled and said, "Young master, we have to stop by King Chun Mansion first. King Chun has said he wants to welcome you back to the mansion to celebrate your safe return and eliminate any bad luck..."

Hearing this, Li Anning also hopped onto the carriage immediately and said, "I’ll go too. I haven’t visited my elder brother for a long time, and the chefs at King Chun Mansion aren’t bad..."

The chefs at King Chun Mansion were indeed skilled, but she was more worried about Li Nuo.

First for the sake of Legalism itself.

Second for her own sake.

The number of people willing to practice Legalism was dwindling, due to its generally tragic outcomes.

If things continued this way, the complete extinction of Legalism was only a matter of time.

Finally, a promising newcomer had appeared, and if he too was discouraged from practicing Legalism, how lonely would her future be?

For the public and private good, she planned to persuade him again.

King Chun had invited, and Li Nuo would certainly go.

Were it not for King Chun, he would still be languishing in the Ministry of Justice’s jail.

Indeed, it was necessary to thank him in person.

Just as Li Nuo was about to get into the carriage, he suddenly felt something and looked towards the opposite side of the Ministry of Justice.

There was a small stall.

A wooden table and a worn flag bearing the words "Divine Calculation" were all there were of this tiny stall.

An old man with a white beard and a girl around sixteen or seventeen years old sat behind the table.

This odd pair did pique Li Nuo’s curiosity a bit.

Among the Hundred Schools, there was indeed one known as the Yin Yang School.

Descendants of the Yin Yang School had always been rare, exceedingly so.

Most of the fortune-tellers one sees on the street, ninety-nine point nine nine percent of them, are charlatans from Jianghu.