“What?” In an instant, Ye Ping’an became alert. After all, the Feng Family was the family of Feng Aotian, the protagonist!
If his father got involved with Feng Aotian, even if they managed to escape the Blood Demon, they’d still end up being killed by Feng Aotian.
If that’s the case, even if we avoid the Blood Demon, we’d still die at the hands of the protagonist…
Thinking of this, Ye Ping’an hurriedly tried to confirm something with his father, describing the appearance of Feng Aotian as he knew it:
“Dad, have you ever seen someone with short red hair, named Feng Aotian? He looks kind of like this… Anyway, very cute… boy?”
“How would I know the name? As for the appearance, let me think…” Ye Lingtian couldn’t help but recall his experiences at the Feng Family.
There was indeed a child who looked somewhat similar to what his brat described, and for some reason, that kid always stared at him.
But since his brat asked about a boy, then it couldn’t be. After all, people from the same family looking similar was perfectly normal, right?
So Ye Lingtian shook his head. “Haven’t seen him. Why are you asking about this?”
Hearing his father’s answer, Ye Ping’an finally breathed a sigh of relief. He casually made up a reason, taking the opportunity to smear the protagonist a bit.
That way, if his father encountered him in the future, he’d be more on guard.
“It’s nothing, just ran into him while out seeking opportunities. He seemed dangerous, so I wanted to warn you, Dad.”
“Hmph! Just a brat, what’s there to be afraid of? Don’t forget, your father is at the Jiedan Stage.” Ye Lingtian didn’t care at all.
What’s there to be wary of about a little kid? As if that brat could possibly surpass him in a few years—impossible just thinking about it.
He didn’t take it to heart and simply pointed at the jade bottle in Ye Ping’an’s hand. “Right, open the bottle and take a look!”
Seeing his father’s expression, Ye Ping’an knew perfectly well that his father didn’t believe him at all. He didn’t bother explaining further.
Since his father said he hadn’t met the protagonist, it meant the protagonist didn’t know where they were either. That put his mind at ease.
He opened the bottle, and was instantly stunned.
Inside were two perfectly round, lustrous pills, emitting a faint glow as they lay quietly at the bottom of the bottle—precisely the Zhujidan that every Qi Refining cultivator yearned for.
He couldn’t help but swallow hard and looked at his father in disbelief. “Two?”
Ye Lingtian was quite pleased with his son’s astonished gaze. “Your father got a total of five Zhujidan this time, and gave you two. Do you understand what that means?”
“Dad… I didn’t expect you’d actually prepare a pill in advance for your good-for-nothing son.” Ye Ping’an was instantly moved.
“Uh! Mm, as long as you know.” Seeing his son’s expression—so eager to repay his father, if only he had more talent—Ye Lingtian swallowed the words he was about to say.
Actually, he wanted Ye Ping’an to use these two pills to please Mengyao Jie Jie and deepen her affection for him.
Although taking a Zhujidan doesn’t guarantee breaking through to Foundation Establishment, and the worse your talent, the lower the chance, but having an extra Zhujidan gives you an extra chance at success.
Of course, Ye Lingtian wasn’t aware that Mengyao Jie Jie’s affection for Ye Ping’an had already reached its peak.
But, it is what it is. With Mengyao Jie Jie’s talent, one Zhujidan should be enough, so there was no need to say more. At worst, I can just spend more Spiritual Stones and make another trip to the Feng Family.
He waved his hand. “Go on! Zhujidan are extremely precious. Make sure you’re fully prepared before taking it.”
Just like that, Ye Ping’an happily accepted the two Zhujidan.
Though he wasn’t sure whether two Zhujidan would be enough for him to break through to Foundation Establishment in the future, if he succeeded, he’d gain an extra hundred years of lifespan.
As for the one meant for Mengyao Jie Jie, Ye Ping’an shamelessly kept it for himself. Mengyao Jie Jie didn’t need a Zhujidan anyway.
All the way back, Ye Ping’an was humming: Today, common folk, truly, truly happy…
It was obvious Ye Ping’an was extremely excited.
But, when Ningyue’s figure flashed through his mind, his joy suddenly vanished. If only Ningyue weren’t a mortal… Thinking of this, Ye Ping’an felt a pang of regret.
It wasn’t until he returned to his room and saw two figures that Ye Ping’an finally snapped out of his gloom, because the sight before him left him completely stunned.
He scratched his head, a bit confused, and asked, “It’s so late, what are you two doing here?”
“Senior brother, do you still remember the promise you made when I just broke through?” Xiao Mengyao immediately came up to Ye Ping’an, her face full of joy. After all, it was time to fulfill that promise.
“Promise? What promise?” Ye Ping’an was puzzled. Did I make a promise to Xiao Mengyao?
“It’s about sharing a bed!” Xiao Mengyao’s tone held a hint of playful reproach.
Thinking carefully, Ye Ping’an finally remembered—when Xiao Mengyao had just broken through, she’d said she wanted to share a bed with him, and even bring Ningyue along.
***
After two months cultivating in the Dongxue, Ye Ping’an thought Xiao Mengyao and Ningyue had long forgotten about it.
Unexpectedly, the very night they returned, both of them came to his room, and even Ningyue—Xiao Mengyao said to bring Ningyue Jie Jie, and Ningyue, you actually came too?
This is bad. Even if Feng Aotian can’t find our home now, what about the future?
Xiao Mengyao isn’t a child anymore. If Feng Aotian finds out she’s still sharing a bed with a man at this age, as her unofficial big brother, my fate is probably sealed.
After all, from the plot, anyone in the Feng Family who provoked the protagonist never ended well.
Even blood relatives in the Feng Family were treated that way by the protagonist, let alone me, the outsider big brother.
With that, Ye Ping’an looked at the two of them with a serious expression and said, “You’re both not little girls anymore. Sharing a bed with a guy like me—how will you ever get married?
What if your future husband is hard to get along with and decides to kill me?
Especially you, Ningyue, you’re already grown up.” His tone was full of resolve.
Though he was speaking to Ningyue, Ye Ping’an’s gaze was on Xiao Mengyao. The meaning was clear: If your senior brother dies in the future, it’s probably because you got me killed by Feng Aotian.
“I… never planned on marrying anyone else.” Ningyue’s face flushed red, and she shyly voiced her thoughts.
Not marrying someone else and still sleeping with Ye Ping’an—doesn’t that mean marrying Ye Ping’an in the future?
Ye Ping’an was instantly moved, a strange feeling stirring in his heart.
“Me too!” Xiao Mengyao chimed in, her watery eyes full of determination.