CHAPTER 180: CHAPTER 154: IRREPARABLE SCARS IN THE MOTHER-CHILD RELATIONSHIP

Because they were in a public place, Lin Li didn’t manifest it.

As a good teen of the new era, Lin Li naturally had his mind filled with all sorts of dirty thoughts.

Under the Yellow Heaven, what would happen if I absorbed everyone’s perverted thoughts into the bottle, then accumulated and concentrated them onto one person?

Lin Li smiled wickedly.

Really looking forward to Bai Bufan turning out like this.

Zhou Baowei works too.

But this thing still needs refining, hope it’s not difficult. Let’s see when I get home.

Besides, is this kind of artifact seriously legit in the Cultivation Realm? Whose artifact requires cultivating with the blood of a cultivator or spiritual beast as a prerequisite for activation?

Isn’t this some mafia stuff?

Isn’t this something only an Evil Cultivator would use?

Luckily it fell into my hands, Lin Li couldn’t even imagine if this thing ended up with good people, what would happen to the world.

This artifact would definitely be destroyed or sealed, such a pity.

With his mind made up, Lin Li immediately drove home, marked the overdue delivery for over an hour as delivered, and once again paid to help the platform.

The capitalists are making a killing.

Returning to his room, he closed the door. Because his mom never barged in on her own, Lin Li didn’t lock it.

Then he manifested the "Emotions Absorbing Bottle".

A completely black yet sparkling porcelain bottle, not large, almost fit entirely in Lin Li’s one hand, shaped like a jade pure bottle, with a slender neck, under twenty centimeters tall, the neck taking up almost half.

So small, it doesn’t even qualify as a chamber pot.

"Ding ding ding."

Isn’t it pleasant? A pleasant sound means a good porcelain.

No wonder it’s an artifact, doesn’t shatter on the table even when slammed, who knows what it’s made of.

The neck feels comfortable to hold, perhaps the original design was to use it as a hammer. If it’s the "Emotions Absorbing Bottle", maybe it could beat a hydraulic press.

But let’s not test it, gotta respect the artifact.

Lin Li tried to fill it with water, but nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Took a sip, and Lin Li didn’t die.

After testing, the current "Emotions Absorbing Bottle" is just one incredibly durable porcelain bottle.

Considering typically one binds to an artifact with a blood drop, Lin Li took out the Pingjiang Warrior Medal to prick himself.

Thought better of it.

This thing has already pricked Zhou Baowei, what if Baowei has something like AIDS, don’t want to get infected.

There’s another way, Lin Li took out two paper balls from his pocket.

"Ah Ping, do you want to absorb nosebleed? If you don’t want to, just shake your head, I won’t force you." Lin Li asked.

"Emotions Absorbing Bottle": "..."

Didn’t shake its head, seems like it does.

The red tissue quickly absorbed into the porcelain bottle surface, within seconds, the paper ball only had a faint light red left.

Good bottle, not picky, Lin Li was very pleased.

But it didn’t result in binding behavior, was my blood deemed cultivator’s sacrificial blood?

Refining isn’t done through blood?

Lin Li had to take out a universal Spirit Stone, tried to channel Spiritual Qi into the hand holding the bottle, then attempt refining.

The scattered Spiritual Qi quickly absorbed by the porcelain bottle, and a faint connection really began to establish between himself and the bottle.

Seems this is the correct way to refine, blood binding doesn’t apply to it.

Over forty minutes passed, two Spirit Stones in reserve were used up, the connection with the "Emotions Absorbing Bottle" strengthened quite a bit but still not reached the usability threshold, a little bit more to go.

Have to wait for tomorrow.

Returning the "Emotions Absorbing Bottle" to the [warehouse], it was already close to five o’clock, now he had to eat and then head to school.

"Wait for mom to take you to school later." Wu Min said to Lin Li as dinner was almost finished.

"Sure, this lifetime finally feels a bit of family warmth, no longer lonely..." Lin Li began to act tragic.

Then his head got tapped by chopsticks.

If the road isn’t blocked, driving a car is really much faster than biking, it barely took ten minutes for the school to appear in front of him.

Wish the school allowed electric bikes, at least mom would buy me one.

"If you still want to eat today’s leftovers in the fridge tonight or tomorrow, just heat them up, or throw them away if you don’t want them." Wu Min said while opening the car door at the school gate.

"Off to work again?" Lin Li asked.

"Yeah, heading directly for a business trip to Mountain Port in a bit, probably back home by National Day. During this time, remember to take care of yourself." Wu Min nodded.

Carrying his backpack, Lin Li silently got out of the car, bit his lower lip with his upper teeth.

Lin Li’s silence suddenly made Wu Min feel uncomfortable, she awkwardly said to Lin Li: "Don’t be sad, Li, National Day isn’t far, mom will be back soon, I don’t want to either, I’m sad too, just want to earn a bit more money for you..."

"Mom, I’m not sad, I’m really happy and free when you’re gone." Lin Li made a pause gesture with his hand, interrupting Wu Min’s emotional speech.

He got used to the long separations a long time ago.

If he couldn’t take this, he would have become the king of melancholy a long time ago, maybe even at the age of three by now.

Wu Min: "?"

Darn kid.

A whole lot of emotion wasted.

"It’s not because of that." Lin Li took a deep breath.

"Then what’s wrong." Wu Min looked confused.

"Sister Min, you say—, how am I getting home tonight?" Lin Li turned his head and looked in the direction of his home, his eyes showing a bit of desolation in their haziness. "Home," what a strange yet familiar word, so close, yet seemingly so far away.

"You just ride your bike back, you’ve gone home so many times, it’s not like you don’t know the way." Wu Min immediately replied, even more puzzled.

"Sister Min, but where’s my bike?" Lin Li turned back and stared intently at Wu Min, his voice suddenly clear and grounded instead of hazy: "I thought you were going to drive me to school today and pick me up after school."

Wu Min: "..."

Lin Li’s bicycle apparently made it home a bit earlier than he did.

Wu Min wasn’t really feeling uncomfortable about it, but it was a bit awkward.

Throttle, start; engine, roar; little car, hurry up and get moving.

Good thing it’s her own son, if he’s out of luck, then he’s out of luck, he probably deserves it.

"Be careful walking home tonight, boys need to protect themselves out there too."

And just like that, the car drove away in front of Lin Li, with no pause, leaving Wu Min’s words hanging in the air.

Wu Min is such a good mom; before leaving, she treated Lin Li to some exhaust fumes, how generous.

Lin Li gnashed his teeth as he watched the car’s rear disappear into the distance.

Damn it, my mom is so irresponsible.

She only kills but doesn’t bury. If I’d known, I would’ve ridden my bike over.

...

On the second-floor hallway, since the evening self-study hadn’t officially started yet, the boys were gathered there, looking at the hazy moon in the sky.

"Zhang Haoyang, you’re actually still alive, huh." Lin Li shouted from a distance.

"Hello, I’m now called Wang Haoyang, and this gentleman is my father, Wang Ze, pleased to meet you." Zhang Haoyang immediately responded.

Lin Li: "..."

"What’s so great about the moon? Today’s isn’t big or round." Lin Li came over to them, glanced at the moon along with them, and said uninterestedly.

"After all, the moon on the fifteenth isn’t full until the sixteenth." Zhou Baowei shrugged and said.

"Well, the moon’s got nothing on you, Baowei. Not just full by sixteen, but full for a lifetime." Lin Li gave a thumbs up.

"Damn!!"

What a vicious curse.

...

Lin Li hobbled through the back door into the classroom, then was shocked to find Bai Bufan was already at school but not mingling with the others in the hallway.

"What are you up to, Bufan?" Lin Li asked as he put his backpack on his desk.

"I’m... studying..." Bai Bufan showed the extracurricular exercise book he bought himself, grinning sinisterly.

Lin Li: "..."

The two of them exchanged looks, staying silent for a moment.

Lin Li blinked: "Bufan, you didn’t prepare for this moment a long time ago, did you? You’re not secretly hoping I’d be provoked by you, are you?"

Bai Bufan: "..."

"Bufan, you’re not thinking that by doing this, I’ll experience the pain you felt over the holidays, right?"

Bai Bufan: "..."

"Bufan, be honest, did you just snicker imagining the scene where I’m scared..."

"Stop it, dude, stop it, dude, I’m sorry, I won’t do this again." Lin Li’s words struck home, and everything he said was spot on, causing Bai Bufan to sweat slightly.

"Seeing you study, I feel only relief."

"Lin Li is so great." Lin Li said with such conviction.

"Lin Li, I’m begging you, let me go. This has been the scariest Mid-Autumn Festival I’ve ever had. I don’t want to study, I’m exhausted." Bai Bufan leaned back, covering his face with the exercise book, lamenting through dragged-out syllables.

"Let you go? Ha ha, I’ll never let you go. Never. Isn’t it fun to stalk me? Thank you for stalking..." Lin Li said lightly.

"If you keep this up, I’m going to gouge my eyes out." Bai Bufan closed his eyes in agony.

"That’s not necessary." Lin Li shook his head.

"So..."

"I mean gouging won’t help, I’d purposely flip through books by your ear." Lin Li leaned in and whispered.

Bai Bufan: "..."

"Study! Study! I bought this exercise book to study!" Bai Bufan tried for three minutes, then sighed, "Saying I can’t go on, but still continuing, how is my life any different from a certain genre of film?"

"Firstly, you don’t make money; secondly, when they say they can’t go on, they’re lying... they have fans, you don’t; thirdly, they..." Lin Li quickly replied, and there were more answers.

Bai Bufan: "..."

Damn.

"Lin Li, your words are so damn hurtful, stop it, if you keep going I’ll really kill myself." Bai Bufan was on the brink of a breakdown.

"Hey, Bufan, you know, suicide is actually a form of self-defense, because you’re killing the person who wants to kill you. So next time you feel suicidal, maybe say ’I’m going to defend myself,’ it sounds a bit more positive." Lin Li eagerly shared his discovery, trying to persuade.

Bai Bufan: "..."

Damn you.

"Lin Li, your words are becoming increasingly damn hurtful, keep it up and I’ll really... damn, you call this positivity, that’s borderline inappropriate." Bai Bufan repeated, ending up amusing himself.

"But at least this way, the benefits are huge." Lin Li added.

Bai Bufan: "... Now you’re connecting dots, Lin Li. Whoever invented you is a genius."

Lin Li snorted, his expression turning serious.

Bai Bufan’s last comment was one he’d never agree with.

Because a genius would never just kill and not bury, making their own son walk home at night.

Wu Min! You cold, heartless soul! I’ll never forgive you!!!