"Actually, if I count the death of the previous Huang Shi at the hands of my older brother and that Yan Fei... it's actually thrice now that these people have tried to kill me."
As he walked back toward his courtyard, the rain fell harder on his person, soaking his entire body and causing him to shiver from the cold. Yet, despite this, his golden eyes remained cold and callous as he waved his hand.
Instantly, a golden hue started to surround his entire body as flames appeared all over him, quickly evaporating the water that was already present on him, giving him respite from the cold and preventing him from getting hypothermia.
Despite this, the mix of the rain falling on his body and the golden flames that constantly tried to keep him warm created a picture of a man walking through the storm, with steam flowing all around him as the water kept evaporating from the heat.
I'm starting to get a bit exhausted with all these constant attempts on my life...
I need to get rid of these people as soon as possible...
Or I will never have my peace and quiet.
As his heart burned with anger, he finally arrived back at his courtyard, opening the door and walking straight in.
The rain and the flashing of the lightning in the sky painted a beautiful picture of his abode, as the lanterns all across his balcony flared with a warm glow that made everything they shone a light on give off a welcoming vibe.
At least I don't have to worry about attempts on my life in here, at least.
Huang Shi shook his head as he walked over the bridge on the pond across his estate, his thoughts a bit muddled.
Even though this home of his didn't have any servants or guards at present, his grandfather had made sure that the defensive formations placed within the house were the best of the best.
This meant that unless a person of the True Profound Realm was sent to assassinate him in the dark within his own home, they would have no chance of even getting in without his explicit permission.
As he took off his shoes and left them at the door, he pushed it open with a single hand. He walked across the empty corridors, looking at the dark and heavy rain that was still pouring outside as lightning kept flashing through the sky on occasion, painting the world in blue.
I think this is my first time experiencing a storm in this world.
It should have been a beautiful scene where I stared at the rain outside and drank a bit of alcohol to warm my body up before going into a nice and deep slumber, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain.
Instead, my heart is a mix of violent fury and bloodlust, and my mind is clouded in a haze of indignation.
I've always known that this world I've been transmigrated into is a cruel one, where your life and death are at the mercy of people who are stronger than you—people who have cultivated more because they've lived longer, and stupid idiots who think they're all that just because they have a bit of status.
Still, I know all of this, and yet it's still frustrating.
In this world, weakness is a sin... and a burden that I must carry. Yet, despite these things, the solution is quite clear.
Huang Shi's eyes shone with a sinister golden light—one that burned with cold fury and murderous intent.
Strength... that is all that matters in this world. When you are strong enough, people will not dare make an attempt on your life.
When you are strong enough, people do not even dare look at you the wrong way... or speak about you the wrong way.
When you walk through a crowd, they will part for you; when you wave your hand, they will kneel for you…
And when you are strong enough, your mere whims becomse the law of the land, your emotions dictate the fall of the wind and rain, and a simple point of a finger becomes the decree of heaven…
All that matters is strength. Intelligence, wealth, status, cunning, and schemes... all are useless in the face of absolute strength.
He remembered the scene of Xinyue's mother waving her hand and turning the night sky into day. He remembered the terrifying spiritual energy pressure that burst out from the Greenwood Sky Snake King, causing him to run away in fear and trepidation.
He saw his so-called father in this world—not caring about whether he lived or died just because he was deemed to be a worthless waste.
He even remembered the first time he and Bai Xinyue met: the cold and callous indifference in her eyes, like she was looking not at a person but at an ant. He remembered the fear he felt that day; the feeling of having your life in the hands of another person is never a pleasant one.
Well, I can't really blame her... at the time we met, she basically just thought of me as a useless womanizer who was trying to get into her pants, just like every other man she's met.
In fact, the primary reason she changed her mind about me was not really because of who I am as a person; it was because I was able to prove to her that I was capable of standing before her as an equal.
Even if it is just the potential of becoming her equal...
He sighed to himself as he gave a bitter smile.
Either way, once again, it all boils down to strength. If you are strong enough, you are able to do whatever you want, have whoever you want, and charge through anything that stands in your way without waiting for anyone else's permission.
Forcing himself to calm his aching heart, he walked through the empty halls. After walking for a couple more minutes, he finally arrived at his room. He extended his hand toward the door and slowly pulled it open, noticing that a lantern was lit within.