When Ye Ping’an returned, he immediately sensed that something felt off in the room.
On the bed, the girl he had picked up was staring around in confusion, while his mother was uncharacteristically excited for some reason.
As for Ningyue standing to the side, her expression looked utterly lifeless.
Ye Ping’an silently glanced at the bowl of soup in his hand, which he had originally brought to help the unconscious girl recover. But now, it seemed unnecessary.
“My son, you’re finally back!” Shen Mengting ran over excitedly upon seeing Ye Ping’an, grabbing his hand and beaming. “Your dear mother has already accepted her as a disciple!”
“From today on, she’s your junior sister. Her body is still weak, so I’ve arranged for her to stay here so you can take care of her for a few days. You better treat her well!”
She even winked at him as if to say: “Your mom has set everything up for you. Deepening the relationship is up to you now.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll definitely take good care of Junior Sister.” Ye Ping’an turned his head to the side, secretly thinking to himself—how old was he again?
Was there really a need to rush this? Besides, his goal was to build a harem.
Once he got his protagonist’s fate and cheat powers, wouldn’t all the beauties in the world be his for the picking?
“Well then, I won’t get in the way of you youngsters bonding. Oh right, your junior sister has amnesia and shares your surname now. She’s called Ye Mengyao. Don’t forget!”
With that reminder, Shen Mengting cheerfully walked out. Ah, the feeling of being a mother-in-law ahead of time was just too delightful!
Plus, since she raised the girl herself and she was also her disciple, there wouldn’t be any mother-in-law/daughter-in-law tension in the future.
Hearing the name, Ye Ping’an froze slightly. Why did that name sound so familiar?
Ye Mengyao… Ye Mengyao… Wait a minute—wasn’t that the name of a minor character in that yuri (girls’ love) xianxia novel he read in his past life?
The story followed the female protagonist Feng Aotian, a genius from a young age, graceful and talented. Because she was too outstanding, her preferences gradually leaned toward beautiful young ladies.
Early on, she joined a mysterious organization and was taken in as the seventh retainer of its leader. From then on, she soared to greatness and became the ultimate girl-pushing queen.
Usually disguised as a man to charm beautiful girls, she’d reveal her true identity and confess her feelings at the perfect moment, securing their hearts. If that didn’t work, she’d relentlessly pursue them until they gave in.
She even ended up conquering all six of her fellow retainers.
The only regret was that before coming to this world, Ye Ping’an hadn’t gotten to read the rest of the story.
He never got to see the mysterious mastermind behind Feng Aotian’s rise—a figure whose beauty was said to be unmatched in the world. It really was a pity.
As for why he remembered Ye Mengyao’s name so clearly—it was precisely because of how unusual her role was.
Despite being a breathtakingly beautiful maid always at the protagonist’s side, Feng Aotian never laid a hand on her. That made Ye Ping’an take notice.
Other than that, all he really remembered were the passionate bed scenes where the female leads cried out in ecstasy under Feng Aotian’s dominance.
But none of that mattered now.
What mattered was that Ye Ping’an suddenly remembered the reason Ye Mengyao appeared at Feng Aotian’s side in the original story—it was because her original sect had been annihilated.
Not a single soul was spared, except for two disciples who happened to be out during the attack. Ye Mengyao was one of them.
Ye Ping’an sucked in a sharp breath.
He now knew that he wasn’t the protagonist—he was just a background character, a disposable side figure in someone else’s memory.
He knew he would die in a few years, and he knew exactly who would destroy his sect.
It was the plot of Volume One. A Nascent Soul stage Blood Demon, grievously wounded, fled to the lower cultivation realms. The lower-tier sects, unaware of his presence, were attacked one by one.
He devoured the blood essence of countless cultivators and regained his strength.
Then he took root in the area, plunging the entire lower realm into misery. Through countless blood sacrifices, he came within a step of breaking through to the Soul Formation stage.
At that critical moment, the protagonist appeared, thwarted the Blood Demon’s advancement, and—with the help of companions—finally destroyed the tyrant who had plagued the lower realm for years.
Thus, Volume One ended.
Calculating carefully, Ye Ping’an realized there were still seven or eight years before the Blood Demon would arrive. That gave him some relief—there was still time.
As someone who knew the plot, he could still prepare.
“Young Master, what’s wrong?” Ningyue, standing beside him, noticed his expression growing darker and asked, confused.
Watching his face constantly shift, she finally couldn’t hold back anymore and stepped forward to gently shake his arm.
“Ah! It’s nothing,” Ye Ping’an waved his hand, then turned to the still-confused girl watching him.
He immediately put on what he believed was his most handsome expression and carefully said, “Junior Sister, just rest here peacefully. If you need anything, tell your Senior Brother—I’ll take care of it for you.”
“Th…thank you.” As if sensing Ye Ping’an’s kindness, the girl softly expressed her gratitude.
Meanwhile, Ningyue started to get jealous. Tugging at Ye Ping’an’s sleeve, she whispered, “Young Master, come with me.”
“Junior Sister, rest well. If you need anything, just call for me.”
Outside the door—
“Young Master, why are you being so nice to that newcomer? You looked like a lovesick puppy just now,” Ningyue complained.
“Sigh, Ningyue, you don’t understand.” Ye Ping’an patted her on the shoulder helplessly.
“What’s there to not understand? You saw she was cute and now you want to train her from a young age until she can’t live without your body. And once she grows up, she’ll die without you… boohoohoo…”
Before she could finish, Ye Ping’an quickly covered her mouth, eyes wide with panic as he looked around. Seeing no one was there, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, even though Ye Mengyao wasn’t the main character, she was always by Feng Aotian’s side. If the protagonist ever found out he had such thoughts about her companion, there was no doubt his fate would be sealed.
“You can’t say stuff like that. I absolutely will not lay a finger on her,” Ye Ping’an said with absolute seriousness.
Ningyue gently removed his hand and asked uncertainly, “Really?”
“Of course.”
“Why not? Is it because you know you are not ready and don’t want to hold her back?”
Veins popped in Ye Ping’an’s forehead. He snapped back, “How do you know I can’t get hard? Want me to make you beg for life and cry for death?”
He spoke fiercely.
“Really? Then come on!” Ningyue immediately responded, even provocatively sticking out her round little butt to tempt him.
A heavy silence fell. Ye Ping’an hung his head in shame.
After all, he was only eight years old. While he had the “tools,” the blade wasn’t sharpened yet…
Hmph! Just you wait.
Once this blade is honed and I become a great dragon like Lord Bakar, you’ll be in for it!