With that, Ge Lan excitedly flew off on her sword to visit.
However, she ended up wandering outside Jueyun Peak for a long time, unable to decide how to start the conversation.
It was easy to say, but doing it was another matter entirely.
“Hi! Are you two thirsty? I happen to have a pot of fine green tea here, specially prepared for you. Come on, drink it while it’s hot, then go back to your room and rest early!”
‘No, no, no. No matter how I think about it, that seems suspicious. I have to act casual when I hand it over…’
‘Hmm… that’s not right either. As a chief steward, why would I suddenly bring tea for no reason? Xiang’er is silly enough that it might work, but Liu’er is even shrewder than his mother.’
‘If all else fails, I’ll just knock them out and pour it down their throats! I’ll deal with Bingling and Tan’er first!’
Ge Erniang cradled the purple clay teapot carefully in her arms, terrified that a single drop might spill.
Just by accidentally catching a whiff of the scent, she felt a long-lost restlessness stir in her abdomen.
She hesitated for a long time, already prepared to force the issue, and quickly circulated her energy to digest the effects.
When she finally entered the gates, she found the night unusually strange.
The mountaintop was desolate and quiet.
At that moment, Ji Shiyu was squatting on top of the Mist Tower with a bowl in her hands.
She had just returned from working in the herb garden, and her small face was still stained with mud.
She swayed her head as she wolfed down her food.
Having finally escaped the Illusion Pavilion to eat her Master’s delicious cooking again, her face was full of happiness.
“Look at you and your lack of ambition. You’re just a little mistress who steals rice. How do you expect to usurp the position and force a marriage?”
The yellow chicken spoke in human tongue, reclining in its nest in a seductive pose while slowly scratching its belly.
Just watching the idiot Yun Liu and the dimwit Ji Shiyu every day provided endless entertainment.
“What do you know… munch, munch… This is called playing the pig to eat the tiger!”
“You’ve got the ‘pig’ part down perfectly; you’re practically ready to be sent to the pig cage. But can you really handle those nine tiger mothers?”
“My own mother is probably included in that number. After all, cuteness is worthless in the face of sexiness. Madam was full of energy before she left.”
“If Ji Xingshu is given even a single chance, your sworn father will definitely be overwhelmed until he doesn’t even recognize his own mother.”
“Hmph, right now they can’t wait to please a genius, invincible, daddy’s-girl beauty like me. Haven’t you heard? The protagonist always makes their entrance last!”
“Curse it, everyone wants to be my adoptive mother these other days!”
“You’re right about that. If Steward Yu hadn’t been blocking them, the young man Yun would have been kidnapped long ago.”
“That suits me just fine. I’ll develop in secret and then amaze everyone. When they let their guard down, I’ll suddenly emerge and devour Master!”
The blonde little mistress clenched her fists, her cheeks bulging and full of energy.
Hearing this, Ao Tian collapsed, feathers falling everywhere.
This silly daughter, whose knowledge of biology was barely functional, had quite the ambition.
He feared that instead of devouring him, she would be the one countered and slain.
However, there was one problem.
Ji Shiyu’s heart was obvious to everyone; the only person deceiving themselves was the girl herself.
‘Before today, he didn’t view you as a woman at all…’
“Just you wait and see. The one who laughs last will definitely be me. I’m going to keep enjoying Master’s cooking forever!”
Despite being a slave in the herb garden, Feng Ao Tian was adamant that she was being pampered.
At this point, it had already become a side mission.
Once the main storyline was clear, it would be about courting her sworn father, making a strong comeback, and upgrading to the Xuantian level.
Ao Tian’s head throbbed.
Wasn’t this just “sugar baby” behavior?
In the cultivation world, there were female cultivators who specialized in serving male cultivators for “assistance,” accepting financial support to earn Spirit Stones.
They were essentially high-end escorts.
‘But you haven’t gained any advantage all this time; you’ve been the one giving everything!’
“Eat, then. Eat until you die for all I care. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, but as far as I can see, he likes girls who are a bit more slender.”
“I-Is that so!?”
The figures of Senior Sister Qin and Jing Tan’er immediately flashed through Ji Shiyu’s mind.
Looking down at her own full curves, the rice in her mouth suddenly lost its flavor.
“Starting tomorrow, I’m dieting!”
While the young girl was talking to herself, Ge Lan arrived on her sword.
Seeing the little yellow-haired girl from a distance, she approached with a smile, looking every bit like a suspicious aunt.
“Shiyu, why are you the only one home today? Where are your sworn father and mother… cough, cough, I mean, your Master and Mistress?”
“Mistress isn’t… bah, Senior Sister Qin hasn’t come back yet. What do you mean ‘Mistress’…”
Ji Shiyu rolled her eyes.
‘What kind of Mistress!’
She gestured toward the house with her chin.
“Yun Liu has been tinkering with strange things all day.”
Ji Shiyu and Qin Xiang had entered the Dragon Subduing Hall together, but Senior Sister Qin had been kept behind and then taken to Heavenly Phenomena Peak by that old sweeper.
It was all very mysterious.
“I see. No wonder.”
Ge Lan nodded.
That old man was finally showing some heart, knowing to look after the other members for once.
The disciples of Falling Cloud Peak had been spoiled rotten.
Not only was Jing Tan’er gone, but Yan Bingling was absent too.
Not a single person was in the way.
‘Heaven is helping me!’
“Room check!”
Ge Lan retracted her sword and landed.
She pushed the door open with force and marched straight into the room, a wicked smile on her face as she made a shaking gesture with her hand as if holding a sword.
“What are you doing hiding in here all by yourself? Hmm? What are you doing? Do you need your second mother to lend a hand?”
Yun Liu was currently fiddling with the Talisman Turtle Shell he had luckily obtained from the Golden Crow.
He was wondering when he would encounter a second piece; such things were hard to come by.
Ge Lan always made a dramatic entrance.
She never knocked, insisting on bursting in through the balcony.
As soon as she entered, a loud clatter rang out.
The crazy woman was back!
Startled, he jerked, and the turtle shell fell to the floor.
“?”
Ge Lan picked up the strange little object, closed one eye, and held it up to examine it closely for a moment.
“You’re studying Mogu Script too? The Nili Abyss is full of demon lairs, and the ancient relics inside are all tainted with evil energy. Young people should touch them less, or you’ll end up with a kidney deficiency.”
Yun Liu’s eyes lit up, his slight annoyance vanishing instantly.
“You’ve seen this before?”
“I have. Now, where was it… it was hundreds of years ago. I’ve forgotten.”
Ge Lan shrugged indifferently.
She picked up the small pot and poured a cup of tea, placing it on the table.
She appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was racing with tension.
Yun Liu didn’t even look at the tea.
He grabbed Ge Lan’s shoulders and shook her, causing another wave of movement from her chest.
“Sister Lan—no, my world-best second mother—think again! Where exactly did you see it?”
Ge Lan tapped her head.
“Hmm… Cangmang Province? Or Duankong Court? Even if you ask me like that, I can’t remember on such short notice. I’ll tell you when I remember.”
“Fine…”
Yun Liu sighed in disappointment, only to be flicked on the forehead by Ge Lan.
“I’m telling you, child, why can’t you distinguish what’s important? You’re acting like the Great Competition and the marriage decree from the Former King don’t matter at all. You aren’t practicing your gold sword, you aren’t treating your injuries, and instead, you’re obsessed with a piece of turtle shell. You don’t take the important things to heart at all!”
“Are they important? I’m not a member of the Divine Radiance Sect. I wouldn’t want first place even if it were handed to me.”
“Don’t say such things! You can choose not to acknowledge that perverted son-obsessed Yan Bingling, but you cannot refuse to acknowledge your home, Qingxia Peak!”
Ge Lan shouted sharply.
The anger in her eyes was mixed with sadness.
In her flare of temper, she grabbed Yun Liu’s ear and pulled him toward her chest, her large bosom becoming a weapon of restraint as she lifted the teapot to pour it into his mouth.
To her surprise, the young man froze for a moment and apologized guiltily.
“I’m sorry…”
Many things had nothing to do with the dreams of a past life; even failing ten thousand times would never change that.
By deliberately avoiding them, he was only hurting those close to him.
What he meant was that even though Yun Liu was not among the sect’s disciples, he was still considered family by that Fairy mother.