After waiting for a while longer, Qi Tian understood that it was all over.
His tribulation had passed, and the lightning tribulation of the immortal artifact had also passed.
Now, the armor on his body had truly been recognized by heaven and earth, and it was a genuine immortal artifact!
However, he still put on a show of feigned modesty: "What a shame, if it had continued, I would have had more room for improvement."
Room for improvement.
His self-talk was overheard by Old Heavenly Master, which made the dark expression on Old Heavenly Master's face even more bizarre.
This kid actually treated tribulation as a way to enhance his strength?
What was going on?
He was momentarily confused, and then he suddenly remembered the pair of scoundrels he had seen when he returned earlier.
Thinking of this, he rushed out.
"Zhao Yingzi! Get out here!" His roar echoed throughout Wangjia Village. It was past four in the morning, and many people were woken up by his shout.
"Who is it, disturbing people's sleep in the middle of the night!"
Someone opened their door and was about to curse when they were startled back by Wang Qiang's next roar.
"Zhao Yingzi, you cheat! Get out here!"
Upon seeing that it was Wang Qiang, they dared not say anything.
Wang Qiang had actually been arrested for fighting and brawling before.
Wang Qiang kept walking and roaring, growing angrier as he thought.
When he was inside, he had been thinking of performing well so he could compensate his wife and live a good life with her after getting out. But the moment he got out, he discovered that the woman had been cheating on him.
He had gone to jail because of her!
After a few shouts, someone couldn't help but shout, "She left with a man long ago, stop shouting! She's not in Wangjia Village anymore!"
"Who! Who is it! Which bastard is that wild man!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang immediately rushed to Wang Lao San's door and held it shut.
"Can't say, can't say... Wang Qiang, this is for your own good, just don't know about it..." Wang Lao San was startled by his ghost-like speed, and as he closed the door, he appeared unwilling to get involved.
"Why can't I say..."
"Really can't say, Wang Qiang, we still have to live our lives, so don't bother me... This is for your own good, it's better not to know!" Wang Lao San said, then used all his strength to slam the door shut.
Wang Qiang looked at the closed door, gritted his teeth, and continued to roar outside.
"Brother Qiang! Brother Qiang!"
After roaring a few more times, someone ran over in a hurry.
"Fugui?" Wang Qiang heard a familiar voice and shouted with surprise upon seeing the person.
"Brother Qiang! You're out? That's great! Come, come to my place, we'll have a couple of drinks. It's been almost three years, you're finally back!" Fugui pulled Wang Qiang towards the house.
Wang Qiang still wanted to refuse and look for Zhao Yingzi, but his stomach growled.
He hadn't eaten anything since he returned, and he had been beaten too. He changed his mind.
Fugui's humble cottage hadn't changed much from three years ago. To be precise, the dozens of people in Wangjia Village had grown up in this corner, living off the mountain, and their houses were all made of adobe bricks.
Inside the house, Fugui brought out two flatbreads and a pot of liquor.
"Fugui, do you know if Zhao Yingzi found another man behind my back?" Wang Qiang couldn't help but ask as soon as he sat down.
"...Brother, don't ask about this." Upon hearing this, Fugui's expression changed, and he quickly lowered his voice and said cautiously, "Brother Qiang, this is for your own good, really."
"For my own good? Why? So that bitch found a wild man behind my back is one thing, but today, when I just got home, they beat me up. And now you're saying it's for my own good?!" Wang Qiang slapped the table, he was so angry! Why was this happening?!
The force of the slap was quite strong, and the solid wood table was directly cracked by his blow!
Wang Qiang quickly reached out and managed to catch the pot of wine and the bowl of flatbreads.
Fugui was clearly startled by Wang Qiang's outburst and quickly said, "Brother, please don't ask, it's truly for your own good! Don't you trust me?"
Wang Qiang, who had calmed down, placed the flatbreads and wine pot on a nearby stool. He took a deep breath and then said apologetically, "Sorry, Fugui, I broke your table. I'll make you a new one tomorrow."
"It's nothing, it's nothing, let's have a drink first, Brother Qiang, you must be hungry too, eat the flatbread first!" Fugui waved his hand. He looked at the remains of the table on the ground, his eyes twitching. He felt a bit heartbroken, but what was even stranger was, how had Brother Qiang become so strong?
With his mind preoccupied, Wang Qiang got a bit tipsy as he drank. When the roosters crowed outside, Wang Qiang got up, bid farewell to Fugui, and stumbled towards his own adobe house.
He hadn't been back for three years, and his own adobe house looked even more dilapidated than before.
As he walked, Wang Qiang muttered, "Why, I went to jail for you, but you... you left with another man..."
As he walked, his muttering turned into sobs. What had sustained him for the past three years was his wife, but upon returning, he was met with such a situation?
Suddenly, he noticed a figure at his doorstep. The figure looked curvy, especially the front, which seemed heavy... Was it Zhao Yingzi?
"Zhao Yingzi, you... why are you still back!" he slurred, pointing at the man at the door, drunk.
He hadn't taken two steps before he lost his footing and lost his balance.
The woman quickly walked over and caught him.
Wang Qiang buried his head in her ample bosom.
So big... so soft...
He struggled his head and then felt a pair of hands embrace his head.
"Mom, he's back, he's drunk." He found the woman's voice somewhat familiar.
Mom?
Was someone else in the house?
No, Wang Qiang couldn't quite recall. His parents had passed away long before he got married...
Not long after, he felt his body being lifted by another soft, fragrant body.
"Hurry and help him onto the bed, oh dear, really, how could Yingzi do this?"
This voice was also a bit... familiar...
Wang Qiang felt like he was truly drunk. One of his hands instinctively landed on the woman's chest, warm and soft...
He really wanted to squeeze it.
"Yingzi..."
Wang Qiang squeezed, muttering unconsciously.
"Ah!"
A soft gasp, the soft body trembled, and Wang Qiang was placed on the kang.
"Brother Qiang, you should rest well first."
This was the last thing Wang Qiang heard before he fell into a deep sleep.