*Whoosh whoosh whoosh---*
Three spiritual lights flashed across the four corners of the room. The evil magic talismans that Fu Yuanhua had thrown out earlier were ignited by dark blue flames and turned into dust.
Yun Tianchong swept a glance around the room to make sure that there were no other foul things, and only then did he let out a sigh of relief, walking over to the table and addressing Yun Yiyi and Yun Jiujiu.
"Yiyi, Jiujiu, fortunately, Daddy reacted quickly and came here. Otherwise, those three demonic cultivators would have done something to you. Your golden hair is too conspicuous..."
What he imagined was that Yun Yiyi and Yun Jiujiu were in danger and that he had arrived at a crucial time to scare off the demonic cultivators. This would definitely make the sisters look at him in a new light and know that he was quite a powerful father.But the fact was...
Yun Jiujiu looked at her father's face and suddenly took out a huge sword that was bigger than her from her storage bag and swung it at Yun Tianchong's head.
"Fuck you..."
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"Hey?!"
Yun Tianchong inhaled sharply and leaned back, catching Yun Jiujiu's sword with his bare hands. He clamped Yun Jiujiu's sword in front of his forehead, with a face full of shock. "Jiujiu... Daddy came to save you, what are you doing..."
"Do I need you to save my ass?!" Veins bulged on Yun Jiujiu's forehead. She stepped on the round table and clenched her teeth. "You're a *Deification* stage cultivator and you still let those three demonic cultivators slip away right under your nose! How dare you?! If you didn't come, I would have killed one anyway!!""Hey... Hey... Jiujiu, calm down... You... don't kill your father!"
Yun Yiyi actually had similar thoughts as Yun Jiujiu.
Of the three people from earlier, two were in the middle stage of *Core Formation* and one was in the middle stage of *Nascent Soul*. No matter what, her father was a late-stage *Deification* cultivator.
Even if there were three of them, if their father hadn't frozen for a moment when he rushed in, killing a *Core Formation* cultivator or seriously injuring a *Nascent Soul* demonic cultivator should have been an easy task.
"Father, you should have finished at least one..."
"Yiyi, why are you also... Ouch, Jiujiu, put it away quickly, Daddy can't hold on any longer."
...
Ye Anping, who was sitting at the table, sighed silently and ignored the Yun family's quarrel. He stood up and raised his right hand.
Red, black, white, and green spiritual lights flew out from under the vases and chairs placed in the four corners of the room, gathered in Ye Anping's hands, and turned into a four-color formation flag.
"..." "..." "..."
The three Yun family members stopped their argument and looked at him in a daze. Their eyes followed Ye Anping's actions back and forth in the private room.
They watched as he picked up the small storage bag containing two hundred thousand spirit stones, then pulled out several plump, centipede-like poisonous insects from the bag with his bare hands.
Watched as he walked to the door and took out three or four high-grade lightning talismans from under the chair behind the door...
And watched him return to the table and take out two fire-element talismans from under a plate of steamed fish...
...
Yun Yiyi and Yun Jiujiu were both dumbfounded. They had clearly followed Ye Anping into this room and had been beside him the entire time, but they had no idea when he had set up these things inside.
After Ye Anping put all the things he had set up in the room to delay Fu Yuanhua back into the storage bag, he looked at Yun Tianchong who was still in the posture of catching the blade with his bare hands, but he ignored him. Instead, he squatted down and touched the fragments of the jade slip that Fu Yuanhua had broken in order to escape.
He hadn't gotten to see what the jade slip was, but now that he used his spiritual sense to examine it, he found that it seemed to be an escape technique talisman of the *Nascent Soul* stage.
If that were the case, even if Yun Tianchong had reacted and attacked immediately, he would still have been unable to stop them unless he used his divine sword technique.
However, if Yun Tianchong had used his divine sword ability, the surrounding cultivators would suffer.
Although it was not the best outcome, it was not a bad one either.
Ye Anping had quite a headache before. If Gu Mingxin had been there, the traps he laid might have become useless.
After all, Gu Mingxin's intuition was just as outrageous as Feng Yu Die's, and she was extremely wary of him.
The traps he prepared for the demonic cultivators were very likely to be seen through by Gu Mingxin and cleverly circumvented.
But, there was no need to worry too much now.
After his recent performance, any proposal from Gu Mingxin would never again be accepted by Fu Yuanhua nor by the ***Ghost Spirit*** Sect Elders.
The only one among the demonic cultivators who could possibly ruin his plans and keep him in suspense was muzzled up by the demonic cultivators themselves...
"Hehe..."
Ye Anping chuckled, then stood up and looked at Yun Tianchong, who was still catching the sword blade empty-handed. In the end, he helped him find a way out.
"Second Miss Yun, Patriarch Yun should not be blamed for this. This is the downtown area. If Master Yun made a move, the cultivators downstairs and the ones on the street would definitely be affected."
Yun Jiujiu glanced over. "Huh?"
Yun Tianchong froze for a moment, then hurriedly nodded his head like pounding garlic, laughing. "Ah, right, right, right. Jiujiu, Daddy was worried about you and the cultivators on the street, that's why I didn't stop them. If I really wanted to stop them, how could two mere *Core Formation* and one *Nascent Soul* cultivators escape?"
"..."
Yun Jiujiu frowned deeply as she looked at her father speechlessly.
Although Ye Anping's words made sense, she still felt that her father was too cowardly and wanted to chop him up.
Yun Yiyi let out a sigh. "Second Sister, Young Master Ye is right... Put away your sword."
"Hmph!"
*Bang---*
Yun Jiujiu pouted slightly as she put her giant sword back on her shoulder. She jumped down from the table and sat back on the chair.
Yun Tianchong heaved a sigh of relief. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, but then suddenly felt that something was wrong. He turned to look at Ye Anping and then at his two daughters.
Why was this Ye brat hanging out with his daughters?
He quickly walked to Ye Anping and put his arm around his shoulder, then pulled him to the corner of the private room, his back facing Yun Yiyi and Yun Jiujiu.
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"Patriarch Yun, what is the meaning of this?"
"Hey, kid, why are you together with my daughters?"
"Miss Yun seemed to have something to tell me."
"Oh? What is it?"
"We ran into those three demonic cultivators before we had time to talk."
Yun Tianchong's eyes were filled with suspicion. He turned to look at the banquet table and the huge wine pot in the corner of the room, then asked, "Kid, don't tell me you want to get my two daughters drunk and then take advantage of them..."
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Ye Anping laughed. "Eh? Master Yun, could it be that you used this method in the past?"
"Err..."
"Just kidding." Ye Anping chuckled before explaining, "This drinking party was specially set up by me to make those demonic cultivators lower their guard. As for that wine jar, it was bought by Second Miss Yun. It has nothing to do with me."
"Ah, so..."
"Moreover, I'm pretty confident in my looks. If I was really interested in Eldest Miss Yun or Second Miss, I wouldn't need to use such a sneaky method. A few words will be enough to woo them."
Yun Tianchong slightly pulled back and sized up Ye Anping, who was all smiles.
He didn't know why, but although Ye Anping had black hair, he somehow felt as if he was looking in a mirror. This kid was as thick-skinned as he used to be.
"Ahem---"
Yun Tianchong patted him hard on the shoulder before straightening his body and turning to look at Yun Jiujiu and Yun Yiyi. "Yiyi, Jiujiu, **Brilliance City** isn't safe anymore. Go back with me to the *Imperial Sand Pavilion*. Kid, where are you staying? Why don't you come over too? There are still vacant rooms. You said that Young Miss Xiao of the ***Black Star*** Sect had also come, right? Let her come to the *Imperial Sand Pavilion* as well, how about it?"
"No need for that. It's not good."
"How is it not good? With me in the *Imperial Sand Pavilion*, no matter how bold those demonic cultivator spies are, they still..."
Ye Anping averted his gaze with a sigh, then cupped his hands and declined. "I don't know if you still remember Master Taixu of the ***Black Star*** Sect?"
"...Ah, eh, of course. Why are you bringing this up?"
"One of the people traveling with me, Feng Yu Die, was Master Taixu's disciple. I'm worried that if she sees you, she won't be able to control herself..."
"Feng Yu Die..."
Yun Tianchong recalled Lei Wanjun's words when he came to the Sword Sect a few years ago. Lei Wanjun seemed to have come to pick up this Feng Yu Die and wanted him to apologize to her.
However, at that time, Yun Yiyi had said that Feng Yu Die had already left, and Lei Wanjun did not say anything more, just left the Sword Sect without looking back.
Yun Tianchong lowered his eyes slightly as if he felt guilty. After a while, he muttered. " Ah... I see. Taixu's disciple, she came with you."
"Yes, she's here." Ye Anping hesitated for a moment before saying, "She's staying at a small inn called *Vermillion Bird Pavilion* on *East Street*. If nothing unexpected happens, she will spend the night there."
Yun Tianchong nodded, then frowned. "I'll send my daughters back to *Imperial Sand Pavilion* first. After that, I'll pay her a visit in person. Please, let her know when you return."
"...Alright."
Ye Anping cupped his hands and replied, looking at Yun Yiyi and her sister. "Eldest Miss Yun, Second Miss, I'm leaving."
Yun Yiyi immediately wanted to ask him to stay, but just like before, Ye Anping walked out the door before she could say anything.
Therefore, she slowly lowered her raised hand.
"Sigh..."
Yun Jiujiu glanced at her sister and sighed, shaking her head.
"Tsk tsk tsk... Sister, you're letting him go?"
"Forget it... There's no rush."
Yun Tianchong listened to the sisters' words as if he were listening to a riddle, his face full of question marks.
"Yiyi, Jiujiu, let's go back first. Xi is probably waiting anxiously."
Yun Jiujiu and Yun Yiyi didn't say anything. They stood up and asked Yun Tianchong to pay for the private room, and then they left for the *Imperial Sand Pavilion*, carrying the big wine pot.
...
Under the night sky, the lights on the streets were as bright as day.
After Ye Anping left the inn, he leisurely walked through the crowded streets toward the eastern area of the city.
Xiao Tian was sitting on his shoulder and her face, which was originally round like a soup dumpling, was now bruised and swollen. Two tears hung in the corners of her eyes, looking like they were about to fall.
*"Sniff--- Anping, it hurts~~"*
Ye Anping looked helpless at her pitiful appearance. There was really no way to relieve her pain.
She couldn't even be touched...
"What can I do? Even if you call me, I can't help you relieve the pain..."
*"Sniff--- Woo-woo..."*
"Sigh..."
Ye Anping shook his head and sighed. He reached out his index finger to rub her head gently. However, he didn't pay attention for a moment, and his finger went into Xiao Tian's head.
A warm and sticky sensation, as if his fingers were stuck in brain matter, instantly made Ye Anping's face turn dark, and he quickly retracted his fingers.
"Ugh..."
*"Eh?"* Xiao Tian tilted her head when she saw Ye Anping looking like he was about to puke. *"Anping, what's wrong?"*
"You're a bit disgusting..."
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Xiao Tian was stunned for a moment, then she pouted, and her eyes suddenly turned into twisted poached eggs. *"Woo--"*
"No, I'm not saying you're disgusting, I'm just saying... forget it."
Ye Anping didn't know how to describe the sensation and waved his hand awkwardly. At this time, a large group of cultivators were gathered at the door of the *Vermilion Bird Pavilion*, apparently watching something fun, which attracted his and Xiao Tian's attention.
"Whoa! This is the fortieth roasted chicken. That Immortal is awesome!"
"I've ordered roasted chicken from *Vermilion Bird Pavilion* before. It was nothing special... Could it be that they changed the recipe?"
"Why don't we try one too?"
"Okay! Boss! We want a roasted chicken too..."
...
Listening to these people surrounding the inn's door and chatting randomly, Ye Anping didn't know what expression to make. He sighed and simply climbed through the window to get inside.
As soon as he entered the lobby, he saw Feng Yu Die sitting alone in front of a table full of chicken bones, looking like a pregnant woman as she gnawed on a half-eaten roasted chicken.
Even Xiao Tian didn't seem to want to get closer at this moment, and she whispered, *"Anping, why don't we go upstairs first?"*
"Uh-huh."
Ye Anping nodded and immediately turned to go upstairs to the second floor to find his sister and Yunluo. However, as soon as he turned his back, he was discovered by Feng Yu Die, who raised a chicken leg. "Master Ye!! You're back~"
"..."
Ye Anping originally planned to ignore her, but when he remembered that Yun Tianchong said he would come later, he stopped in his tracks and walked over. He pulled a handkerchief from his storage bag and tossed it to her.
"Stop eating and wipe your face."
Feng Yu Die froze for a moment, then patted her bulging belly. "Young Master Ye, look~ I'm pregnant with Sister Pei's child~ Hehe--"
Ye Anping looked down and narrowed his eyes slightly, reprimanding her. "You are pregnant with a chicken. What do you have in that head? Go wash your face, someone will come to see you later."
"Ah... oh, who is it?"
"***Moon Shadow Sword*** Sect's Patriarch, Yun Tianchong."
Hearing this name, Feng Yu Die's cheerful look disappeared instantly. She tightened her stomach, sat up straight, and asked, "...What does he want from me?"
"It should be to apologize to you for what happened to your master, right?" Ye Anping shrugged, then took Yun Tianchong's secondary golden pill out of his storage bag and placed it on the table. "I'll leave this with you."
Feng Yu Die pressed the bottle wrapped in oilcloth and, as if she just had an epiphany, exclaimed. "Oh! I should sell this to him, right?!"
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"..."
Ye Anping originally thought that Master Taixu's matter was of great importance to Feng Yu Die. To give her the secondary golden pill was to give her an option that could not be clearly stated.
If Feng Yu Die chose to forgive Yun Tianchong, she would return this thing to him.
If she wouldn't forgive him, she could just throw it away.
But what idea was this?
Should he say that she was heartless or too carefree and naive?
Ye Anping was speechless. He held his forehead and sighed. "It was Yun Jiujiu who gave it to you. It's up to you how to deal with it. It seems that this thing can't be sold on the black market..."
"Young Master Ye, was it you who asked him to come over and apologize to me?"
"I just mentioned you were here. He planned to come on his own."
"Oh..." Feng Yu Die licked her greasy lips, nodded, and handed over the half-eaten chicken leg in her hand. "Master Ye, do you want to eat roasted chicken?"
"Are you giving me what you have eaten?"
Feng Yu Die pursed her lips and whispered, "Then, I'll order another one for you."
