Left-handed immortality begins with the Demon Suppression Division

Chapter 112 Li Yang

As dawn broke along the eastern horizon, it dispelled the chill of the night.

As the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking echoed across the fields, the desolate town of Wugu gradually awoke.

The ponds and waterways of the Li family mansion were shimmering in the sunlight. A few servants and maids were busily tidying up the courtyard, and wisps of smoke were rising from the kitchen chimney. The once lifeless mansion came alive in an instant.

'Gurgle gurgle...'

Ripples are spreading across the water in the center of the pool.

The next second, Fang Hongxuan's head, which had been holding its breath for a long time, emerged from underwater. He carefully looked around and then swam toward the small rock formation carved from the giant stone. Between the rock formation and the pond was a towering stage.

Sixteen dragon and phoenix-carved beams support the black tiled roof. The eaves are decorated with chiwen (mythical beasts), and the ridge is adorned with intricate cloud patterns and a central ridge ornament. Below the ridge beast are exquisitely crafted animal figures.

Above the crossbeams are lifelike reliefs depicting golden lions hanging upside down and bats crouching on the walls. Below the reliefs, the inscription "Da Yan Wu Shi" on the plaque exudes a wild and unrestrained artistic conception.

The pillars directly in front of the stage bear a couplet that reads: "A stage seven or eight feet wide can hold all the stories of the world, and fifty or sixty characters can perform the romance of human life."

If you look deeper, besides the exquisitely beautiful cups swaying gently in the breeze, there is only an indescribable depth and darkness.

Upon seeing this, Fang Hongxuan felt a chill run down his spine. He forced himself to stare intently at the plaque for a long time before finally managing to look away.

"There's no way this tiny Wugu Town could possibly have such a magnificent stage; it must have been copied from somewhere else by Li Chengxiang... He definitely has some serious problems! If I get the chance, I must get to the bottom of this with him..."

Even with only a glimpse, Fang Hongxuan could imagine how unrestrained and magnificent the original stage must have been.

After calming his reverie, Fang Hongxuan, soaking wet, took off his already drenched clothes and threw them into the water. He then rushed into the room where theatrical costumes were stored.

Before long, Fang Hongxuan, dressed in a black robe with purple and gold trim, appeared in the corridor connecting various places. He walked towards the Li family hall with a slender waist and an aura of coldness.

"The opera troupe isn't supposed to arrive for another two days... so why did he arrive first...?"

However, the lowly maids and servants dared not ask any questions, nor even look up at Fang Hongxuan's handsome face.

Looking at the maids and servants bowing to him, Fang Hongxuan did not choose to make a move. Because from the moment the sun rose, the yin energy on the townspeople of Wugu Town had completely dissipated, and even the blocked qi and blood in their bodies began to flow again.

"Fine...it saves me from committing further bloodshed..."

Fang Hongxuan, who had been traveling without any obstacles, stopped in his tracks when he passed through the garden.

At the entrance of the corridor, pebbles formed a path, lined with lush greenery and clusters of flowers. Beyond the shrubs stood common trees such as crabapple, ginkgo, and podocarpus, their branches and leaves intertwined in a beautiful display. Beneath a ginkgo tree, amidst falling leaves, stood a beautiful woman, gazing sadly at the garden of blossoms and fallen leaves, her face etched with sorrow.

"How did she get here?"

This woman was the one Fang Hongxuan and Daoyuan had encountered when they passed through the fields of Shili Village, the woman who had been forcibly taken back to Wugu Town!

"Judging from this, her status in the Li family must be quite high. It's a good opportunity to find her and learn more about the various matters concerning the Goddess of Fertility..."

With that thought in mind, Fang Hongxuan no longer hesitated and headed straight for the garden.

Lost in her grief, Li Yang didn't notice anyone approaching. She just stared blankly at the things in front of her, as if she had lost her soul.

"My name is Hongxuan. I have come to bother you with some questions. Please forgive me if I have been too forward."

Li Yang's dilated pupils gradually focused, and she stared blankly at Fang Hongxuan.

"Though you are dressed in theatrical costume, you are not actually a member of the opera troupe. Who are you? And how did you get in? Where is my father now?"

"She's quite a clever and insightful person..."

Fang Hongxuan decided to stop hiding his intentions and even recounted how the two had met by chance. However, he remained vigilant, his left hand gripping the hilt of his sword, ready to strike at any moment if Li Yang made a move.

"Commander Fang, there's no need for that. Although I am Li Chengxiang's daughter... I have a deep grudge against him. Not only will I not care about him, I will even help you cover things up."

Li Yang's calm, watery eyes suddenly blazed with the fire of revenge. Though she trembled all over, her gaze remained fixed intently on Fang Hongxuan.

"If you trust me, please come with me. Although the people in the manor will not cause much trouble, there may still be assassins of Li Chengxiang mixed in. If they see us and report to Li Chengxiang, we will inevitably get into a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Although there were certain risks involved, Fang Hongxuan, who was skilled and daring, was not afraid. He simply nodded slightly and signaled Li Yang to lead the way.

Although the Li residence was large, there were not many servants. In addition, Li Yang deliberately chose to walk along deserted side streets, so naturally no one noticed anything amiss. Only after the door was locked did Li Yang let out a long sigh of relief. She kept patting her chest to calm her overly tense emotions.

Inside the house, sandalwood incense sticks inserted into the incense burner were releasing wisps of smoke, creating a serene and elegant atmosphere.

Upon entering, one is greeted by a heavy velvet carpet spread on the floor, and a celadon-glazed plum vase sits on a high mahogany table, with a few crabapple blossoms slanted into its mouth. The main hall is separated by a sandalwood screen depicting plum blossoms braving the snow and deer grazing on duckweed.

Behind the screen, gauze curtains hung low, filling the air with a delicate fragrance, and a bed with openwork silver balls in the shape of auspicious symbols hung down.

Next to the cradle was a small wooden bed, on which lay two swaddled infants sleeping soundly.

In the bronze mirror, unseen by anyone, the gloomy face of the Goddess of Fertility was staring intently at Fang Hongxuan, who was surveying his surroundings.

As if sensing their mother's return, the two infants began to wail loudly, their piercing cries disturbing the peace. Li Yang gave them an apologetic look, then moved to the bedside and, disregarding Fang Hongxuan's presence, began to breastfeed them alone.

Although Fang Hongxuan has never embarked on the path of cultivation, he is extremely sensitive to malicious thoughts directed at him.

Following my intuition, I saw Li Yang breastfeeding with her back turned.

Even though Fang Hongxuan wasn't a lecherous man, he couldn't help but glance at them a few more times. This was because the two children exuded the exact same aura as the Goddess of Fertility!

As if he had thought of a certain possibility, Fang Hongxuan stared at the two infants who were smiling at him with a gloomy expression.

The sash at his waist swayed slightly, and if Fang Hongxuan hadn't forcibly restrained it, it probably would have already slipped out an inch!

"Could it be that the children blessed by the Goddess of Fertility here are all her incarnations...?"