“K… Li! What! You’re also playing in the water at the beach? I, I’ll pack my bags right now——”
As the words left her mouth, the rustling sounds of Ji Shiyu packing truly came through the communicator—clearly acting on a whim, about to rush off and wake Qin Xiang to leave immediately.
“Eh?”
Yun Liu, who had been longing to return home, suddenly panicked. Having secretly read a teenage girl’s love diary for her father, he could barely manage a private chat across the sea, and he had no idea how to face her when they met next.
‘Father and daughter? Teacher and student? Or just a man and a woman? No matter how you think about it, it’s weird.’
“Don’t be willful. As long as you obediently listen to Sister Qin, we’ll meet soon enough. When have I ever lied to you? Be good and get some rest early.”
“Really?”
“Heh, you big liar. When have you ever not tricked me?”
Ji Shiyu clearly didn’t believe him. Jing Tan’er was also missing, and who knew if the teacher was off having fun with a concubine! Leaving the ex-wife, the first wife, and the mistress all at home to gather dust—was that something a person should do?
“But we only talked for a little while. Next time, I don’t know when we’ll be able to connect.”
“If you have that much energy, save the Spirit Stones and cultivate. Don’t slack off just because you picked up a false reputation. The foundation laid during the Foundation Establishment Stage determines what kind of Golden Core you can form. If your allowance isn’t enough, ask Sister Qin.”
“I-I know, okay? I’ll cultivate properly. Next time we meet, I swear you’ll see a brand-new me! Th-then… good night!”
“Mhm.”
Yun Liu didn’t dare say a word. He quietly hung up the Sound Transmission Device.
Only when the head of the Mechanical Bird retracted and went still did Ji Shiyu reluctantly put it down, her pretty face rippling with emotion.
The girl curled up hugging her blanket, as if her battery was fully charged and her vitality restored. Her eyes sparkled with stars.
‘I haven’t heard the teacher’s voice in so long. Suddenly not being strict feels a bit strange—he must be really proud of me.’
‘With such an outstanding genius beautiful girl apprentice, it’s no wonder he’s conceited. I can understand!’
‘But still, he could be a little more proud.’
“Such a headache~”
In the dim room, Yun Liu wiped his sweat, relieved.
Once that window paper was pierced, a girl’s first love and her ambitions became obvious. Not a single word said “I’m coming to see you,” but every phrase screamed “I miss you.”
He turned his head to see a certain fat Yellow Chicken looking at him sideways, mimicking his tone mockingly:
“Our Shiyu is really amazing~”
“Pfft, ji ji ji ji!”
Ao Tian clutched his belly, laughing uncontrollably:
“I mean, is this pig basket really necessary? This weird father-daughter pair is too delicious.”
Yun Liu flushed red and gritted his teeth:
“Who said you could hide here and eavesdrop!?”
“Hey, I did what you asked. But you, the Sworn Father, are guarding the door while stealing the goods. You made me your wings, helped you raise the kid day and night for twelve hours, but I didn’t ask you to turn her into a woman, you bastard.”
Ao Tian grinned maliciously, gloating.
“I did say that, but can you blame me…”
“Just keep spoiling her. When things come to light, you’ll know the power of the Seven Stars of the High Heavens!”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“What do you think?”
Ao Tian patted the young man with yellow hair on the shoulder meaningfully.
This time, it was Yun Liu’s turn to feel guilty. What he feared most right now wasn’t likely Qin Xiang or Ji Shiyu, but the mother far away in the Palace of the Heavenly Pivot Star—Mrs. Ji. Back then, she had trusted him so much with her daughter’s care.
“In the end, it was your idea from the start! You have to testify for me—I never had any improper thoughts about Shiyu, not even when the Saint Feather Palace Master tested me. I stayed true to my original intention!”
“That much is true. I’ve never seen anyone who despises fortune as much as you. You’re even willing to give up Heavenly Fate and blessed fortune—whether it’s Shiyu’s or Xiao Ran’s. What normal person wouldn’t be desperate for it? Even a biological father wouldn’t be like this. That’s why Xing Shu and I trust you unconditionally.”
“Heh, don’t let your drool splash on me. Lick it after the Fortune Fruit is in hand. Now, not even the first stroke is written.”
“Pfft!”
The Little Yellow Chick rolled its eyes—it wasn’t praising him. Because of this, it had lost all its money.
It had observed for a long time: this brat definitely had a problem in his head!
Not only the careful planning of this major event, but all previous signs pointed to one thing—the four words “no great ambitions” were carved right on Yun Liu’s face.
After the Broken Engagement, he could have crushed Xiao Ran into the dirt and taken all the Extreme Destiny shared through their connection, but he didn’t.
During the Saint Feather Festival Chaos and the Great Competition, he also had the ability to suppress everyone, but he didn’t.
The stage was set, but someone handed the spotlight to his sister and daughter. Xiao Ran might have gained something, but the biggest winner was undoubtedly Ji Shiyu.
The battle for fortune was like a game of strategy; morale needed to be nurtured. Now Shiyu’s Extreme Destiny far exceeded Xiao Ran’s, as easily as picking it up on the roadside. Ao Tian knew with his butt that this was all because she had recognized a good father!
The instigator hadn’t thought that far, still immersed in his own world, feeling a bit happy thinking about being secretly admired by the “Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady (derp version).”
But… when exactly had Shiyu’s filial piety changed?
Yeah, when did it start?
The person and the bird fell into deep thought, scratching their heads.
Maybe it was the hidden concern behind every disdainful word, or the scolding with high expectations after each failed prank. Suddenly, a young man filled all the warmth that a single-parent family couldn’t give the girl.
At that moment, a cold wind seeped into the room. Yun Liu looked up and saw a long-haired, white-clad “female ghost” crawling in through the skylight, scaring him half to death.
“Hey—!”
The window was extremely narrow, but Yan Bingling squeezed in with effort, thanks to her slender build.
“How did you… ngh—”
The response was straightforward. Yan Bingling grabbed Yun Liu’s head and kissed him fiercely, her cold, snake-like tongue slightly flicking.
The Demon-fallen Master clung and laughed seductively, reeking of alcohol, her cheeks flushed. Drunk and unsteady, she was even more audacious than during the day.
After squirming for a while, Yun Liu had to temporarily undo the Blood Technique. His entire form shifted in the heavy blood aura, reverting to his original appearance.
“Finally willing… hm, take off that fox spirit’s skin?”
If she had to look at the yellow-haired face, Yan Bingling simply couldn’t bring herself to kiss it—whether it was the top mouth or the bottom, both were hard to stomach.
“S-small… Martial Aunt, you can’t! There’s still—someone—next to me!”
More precisely, a bird.
This wasn’t the Celestial Phenomena Peak; clinical treatment required a very private, secluded environment.
Yan Bingling slowly stopped, licking her lips:
“The taste is right. Like a dead cow, hurry up and start the next treatment. This is the Supreme Immortal Wine I dug out from behind the Ancestor Hall.”
“There’s no one here… I got Niu Yulan drunk before climbing over. That guy is now sleeping like a dead pig.”