Follow the path of Dao from infancy

He kicked open the courtyard door and walked inside.

Inside, he saw two figures leisurely seated, one cross-legged with a sword laid across his thighs, eyes closed in contemplation.

The other was painting, brushstrokes sweeping over paper.

At that moment, both were startled by the sound of the breaking courtyard door and looked towards Li Tian Gang.

Ren Qianqian immediately recognized Li Tian Gang's appearance, was startled, and hastily stood up, saying, "Uncle."

The Li Hao of the shadow sat in front of his painting, frowning slightly. The memories he had inherited were few, most of the time spent painting or playing chess in an old and empty courtyard, gazing up at the stars in solitude.

Occasional glimpses of some faces were those of women clad in fine silk brocade.

He found the face before him somewhat unfamiliar, yet it stirred a sense of recognition. Still, instinctively, he felt a profound repulsion.

"This is the General's residence, who allowed you to intrude!"

The Li Hao of the shadow's expression grew colder as he set aside his brush, stood up, and assumed a battle-ready stance.

The command left by Li Hao to his shadow copy was to defend Cangya City to the death.

"Such leisure indeed!"

Li Tian Gang, upon seeing Li Hao's division painting, couldn't help but feel an urge to laugh. Even his division had the same temperament?

"Do you know who I am?" he asked with an icy face.

"Whoever you are, you need to follow my rules in this place!" the Li Hao of the shadow declared in a cold voice.

"Does the division really have no memory?"

Li Tian Gang furrowed his brow. The Martial Tao Division Skill was rare indeed, and he had some understanding of it. It was an external incarnation, very difficult to condense and control, but the final result was rather ordinary.

After all, if a division could inherit just one-tenth of the original's power, that was already quite good.

And if you cultivated other cultivation techniques with the same difficulty, your power could increase by one-third, which is several times more efficient than relying on a division!

The only benefit of a division was that it could help with some minor tasks. However, for the powerful, there was no shortage of servants to order about unless it was to handle some private matters. When it came to fighting, a division was rather insignificant.

If Li Hao was still by his side, he would never approve of him wasting time on such a cultivation technique.

But he was already accustomed to Li Hao's character. He couldn't even control him in chess or painting, let alone what cultivation technique he practiced.

"You followed Hao Er here. Do you know if there's a life-and-death connection between his division and the original?" Li Tian Gang asked Ren Qianqian standing beside him.

Ren Qianqian looked anxious and said, "I'm not very clear about the young master's affairs."

"Aren't you his personal maid?" Li Tian Gang frowned.

"...But I never inquire into the young master's affairs." Ren Qianqian said, looking down.

Li Tian Gang huffed coldly in annoyance and then addressed the Li Hao division before him, "Your original is trapped in the Mo River. Do you know that? Can you sense it? Is there a life-and-death connection between you and the original?"

"This is my business, there's no need to answer you. Please leave, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

the shadow aspect of Li Hao said.

Li Tian Gang wanted to laugh in annoyance, "I'm the Marshal of Liangzhou, Heavenly Gate Pass is under my jurisdiction, I make the calls here. You're telling me to leave?"

"You can be in the city, but not in this courtyard."

the shadow aspect of Li Hao said, frowning.

Li Tian Gang's eyes flashed with cold anger, "I've come to fetch you, to see if you can inquire into your original's situation, and you want to send me away?"

"Qianqian, see the guest out."

the shadow aspect of Li Hao said with a chilly face.

Ren Qianqian hesitated and looked at Li Tian Gang with uncertainty, "Uncle, why don't you wait for the young master to return before discussing this?"

"Where do you get off speaking here!"

Li Tian Gang gave her a cold glance.

This glance pierced like a sword, causing Ren Qianqian to turn deathly pale, stumbling backwards.

The expression of the shadow aspect of Li Hao changed abruptly, with cold light overflowing in his eyes. With a gesture of his hand, the Dragon Soar Sword, previously sheathed where Ren Qianqian had been seated cross-legged, unsheathed with a roar, emitting a golden dragon's cry.

The Divine Sword gathered its might and slashed down without hesitation.

Li Tian Gang's eyes flashed with anger, and he slapped out his hand, shattering the golden light on the sword, but his own face suddenly changed color.

The might of this sword far exceeded his expectations, much stronger than he had imagined.

He took two steps back and had to stop himself with a deep breath.

"Are you the original or a division?!"

Li Tian Gang raised his head, looking at Li Hao before him with a mix of shock and doubt.

The gaze of the shadow aspect of Li Hao was cold, with the golden light of the sword standing horizontally before him, he said, "If you linger further, I will treat you as an intruder!"

Li Tian Gang's face turned ugly upon hearing those uncompromising, icy words.

"I'd like to see how you plan to deal with your father!"

Li Tian Gang clenched his fists, his aura becoming visible.

Just then, a figure like a gentle breeze suddenly descended, appearing between Li Tian Gang and Li Hao as if by teleportation.

"Haven't you caused enough trouble?"

The voice that carried was sharp and cold as Feng Boping stared at Li Tian Gang with icy eyes.

Feng Boping had sensed Li Tian Gang's arrival from the beginning and had moved from the courtyard to the clouds, trying to conceal his presence.

But seeing him clash with Li Hao's division, he could no longer remain seated.

"Hao Er is currently trapped in the Mo River, a level of nether river where life and death are uncertain. Do you really intend to kill his division here?!"

Feng Boping said in a chilled tone.