Gelan was finally appeased, but Yan Bingling was stunned, her regret bitter.
“What the hell, do you have any shame? Wasn’t the deal that you’d set an example as a teacher?”
Now, on top of everything, the one snatching the big dragon’s jungle had gained another ally—and it was her own doing!
“You want me to shut up? I’ll do the opposite and broadcast it everywhere. Someone openly defied a senior, and you don’t even look like the head of Clear Mist Peak.”
“Is that so? Then you’ll sleep alone from now on. I’ll discuss the Dao with Miss Lan, and you can listen from next door. Watch carefully and learn well.”
“How… how can this be!”
Yan Bingling’s face fell. She threw herself into the arms of her child’s father, shaking her head desperately.
Every snake has its charmer?
Gelan curled her lips, a mocking smile on her face, and felt a hint of vengeful satisfaction.
“Sorry, I don’t want the son anymore. You can have him. But I’ll gladly accept the Great Dao.”
Ao Tian jumped onto Yun Liu’s shoulder, wanting to laugh but finding it hard to do so.
“The situation isn’t good, whether for Shiyu or Xing Shu. I thought I had everything under control, that it was just a matter of whether you’d be the family head or not. But after this long trip, all sorts of demons and monsters have popped up.”
“Not bad. Where’d you learn to talk like that?”
“Ji Shiyu.”
Yun Liu made a sewing gesture, signaling the silly bird to keep its beak shut. Their agreement didn’t include meddling in personal affairs.
“Huh?”
Ao Tian tilted his head suspiciously.
“Is there anything else about you I don’t know? Just spill it all. You’re not hiding any illegitimate children, are you?”
“Guess.”
Yun Liu smiled, counted on his fingers, and shocked the Phoenix Hatchling.
“Four!?”
“Qin Xiang definitely takes one spot. Who’s the other one? Don’t tell me it’s Xiao Laomeier!”
Ever since he impersonated the Holy Son and set himself on fire, things had spiraled out of control. Yun had formed bonds with four women in succession—a virtuous wife and a good mother among them.
The task of supporting the family was becoming increasingly difficult. Even the one who loved to lie flat had been infected by filial piety, forcing himself to seriously improve his realm.
As always, one need not be too normal in life, but one must be true to one’s heart and never let anyone down.
Let go of personal quality, enjoy a morally deficient life, refuse mental exhaustion; when something comes up, just go crazy!
After a week of such low-key development, the smoke from the deep furnace in the alchemy room changed, signaling that the Mudflow Pill was about to mature.
Twenty bottles of Divine Path Water had already been accumulated, indirectly helping Ah Lian take several more baths. In his spare time, Yun Liu would also stare at the Divine Tree in a daze.
I wonder what the junior sister is doing every day. She isn’t just lying in the bathtub marinating in flavor all day, is she…
Mr. Yamamoto was like a missionary for the stronghold on Shenmu Yingzhou, preaching “Believe in the Divine Path and gain eternal life” to the neighbors every day. He had long since treated Yun Liu like his own father.
The cherry blossoms on the Guest Elder crest were increasing.
Ordinary third-grade alchemists would exhaust themselves refining a spiritual medicine of the same realm, the quality inconsistent, and might not even pass the Divine Tree’s root screening.
But this Lord Ji was truly something else. Like a sow, he could produce an incredible amount, and the quality was absolutely top-notch—a one-hundred-percent pass rate.
Yet the young master of the Tianji Sect just stayed in his remote manor, never leaving the gate, projecting an air of a reclusive expert. Admirable.
By all logic, the top performer of Cherry Blossom Villa could move into the Heavenly Cherry Pavilion without any problem.
Then again, with two beauties by his side, it wasn’t bad to be cooped up in the alchemy room.
“Stop fiddling with that crappy furnace. Play with something you’re good at, like mommy me.”
Today’s Demon Fallen Little Master Aunt was also nestled in the arms of her rebellious adopted husband, pampered with a coquettish laugh.
After her last outburst, Yan Bingling had calmed down a bit recently. She was still a ticking time bomb, but for now, he didn’t have time to deal with her.
Soul splitting, each occupying a separate body—this was beyond Yun Liu’s knowledge, beyond the power of medicine. Perhaps he could ask Mister Canghai to consult the Sect Master of Penglai Island.
“Not today.”
Yun Liu shook his head.
At the critical moment of the Mudflow Pill’s birth, not a trace of temperature could be off. Supplementing divine sense was like performing a high-precision surgery.
The diligent Milk Cow Miss also returned at this time, having just finished plowing the fields. She was still in her bathrobe, leaning against the door frame, drying her dark green hair.
Who knows how many demonic spirits had fallen victim this trip. As long as she didn’t sneak into the Heavenly Cherry Pavilion, her Refining Void realm cultivation allowed her to come and go freely.
The two of them took turns going out on patrol. They had already mapped out most of the area around the shrine without alarming a single member of the Hazy Sakura Crowd. Meanwhile, following the young man’s designated route, they cleared maps and gathered resources, plucking everything in sight.
In just one week, they had gathered a large haul with high efficiency, no less than looting a wealthy mountain gate. They just had to follow instructions. Gelan truly had no idea how these brilliant ideas came about.
To this, the young man would always point mysteriously at the sky and say:
“I have connections up there!”
Gelan smiled and shook her head, assuming the Shanhai Pavilion was all-powerful.
But Ao Tian actually believed him, shocked and suspicious.
“You’re not secretly a mysterious supreme being who descended from the Upper Realm, are you!?”
The materials for the Embryo Nourishing Pill had been collected without anyone noticing. Nothing was better than riding on a strong thigh. If there was, it was riding on two at the same time.
Yun Liu wasn’t stupid. He looked down on Ruan Yu because Gelan and Yan Bingling’s thighs were thicker, and he could even swing on them.
“Thanks for the hard work.”
“Mhm. I won’t take my anger out on Ah Lian just because of someone. I’ll keep my promise. It wouldn’t do to… just eat and not squeeze milk, would it?”
After saying this, Gelan’s earlobes flushed slightly, and she shot a defiant glance at the jade beauty in the young man’s arms.
Yan Bingling responded with a cold, contemptuous look.
If it weren’t for the Demon Sect’s notorious reputation—its successive Holy Sons renowned for corrupting righteous female cultivators—the Minghuang Cultivation Body would undoubtedly be one of the top dual cultivation methods in the present world.
It pushed the efficacy of the Tree Sea Soul Essence to the extreme. Even if the cultivations of the two were worlds apart, they could still supplement each other.
The firmness of the Great Dao constantly knocked on the dusty door of the Hegemony Realm, shaking off layers of ash.
If she could get a seventh-grade Unity Core Pill, even just a Profound-rank one, Gelan now had eighty percent confidence in breaking through.
The Clear Mist Peak head before him now had a completely different spirit, mature and charming, exuding the intoxicating fragrance of a peak-level Wood Spirit.
Because Gelan saw hope of breaking through her realm and had regained her former confidence and vigor.
The long-missing yang energy in the Jade Palace’s spirit vein was now replenished, making her feel reborn.
“Don’t say it, an old cow eating tender grass—embarrassing but good. Even my bones feel younger!”
The split was ultimately his fault. If it harmed Second Mother because of this, he would be guilty for life.
This subtle change put Yun Liu’s mind at ease.
If not for her Dao Heart being clouded and feeling hopeless, why would she have willingly stepped down?
No, he couldn’t call her Second Mother anymore. Miss Lan would throw a fit.
During this time, they were just a pair of seekers of the Dao on the path to the peak, complementing each other.
Yan Bingling stood up lazily, moved her curvaceous figure to lightly kiss Yun Liu, but her icy gaze was fixed on Gelan, as if warning her not to do anything strange.
Once Yan Bingling left as promised to clear out the last potential retreat route, Gelan sat down leisurely.
The two fairies were nourished by the Minghuang Cultivation Body, blooming radiantly—a water lily competing with a secluded valley ice lotus. Both before and after bed, they refused to give in to each other, which instead allowed the rebellious son to reap the benefits.
Whenever this happened, Ao Tian would tiptoe out and close the door behind him.
“Shiyu, don’t blame me. It’s just that the Cherry Dragon Inner Core is too tempting. Your dad said after the deed is done, he’ll use it to shut this beak.”
“Hehe! If I’m full, I’ll have the strength to help you!”
Ao Tian chuckled.
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