Chapter 175

Chapter 175: Grandpa’s Family Tree

Feng Rong’s race naturally excelled at soul essence techniques, but merging a soul fragment drained even Divine Clan members. The Phantom slowly aligned with Nie Zheng until fully merging into his body. The previously blank-faced Nie Zheng finally closed his eyes and collapsed.

“Nie Zheng!” Ning Rui rushed forward to catch him.

Yuan Qi checked his pulse and declared, “The soul fragment merged successfully, but his original spirit weakened from prolonged separation. I’ll set up energy-restoring formations. With rest, he’ll recover.”

“Thank you, honored ones.” Ning Rui sighed in relief, settling Nie Zheng onto a nearby bed. Yuan Qi immediately started forming hand seals, setting up intricate protective talismans that flooded the room with celestial energy.

“Glad he’ll recover.” Huan Yan marveled at the formations by the bed, eyes widening. “The Fivefold Recovery Formation! With this, Friend Nie should wake tomorrow! His cultivation might dip temporarily, but it’ll rebuild. I’ve got top-grade pills too—” He pulled out a vial, hesitated while addressing Yuan Qi, then turned to You You. “Grandpa…”

“I’m You You!” She cut him off, twitching. “This is Yuan Qi, Yuan Papa!”

“Yuan… Papa?” Huan Yan blinked, then turned and loudly proclaimed, “Great Grandpa!”

You You: “……”

Ning Rui: “……”

Yuan Qi: “……”

The room froze. Even steady-handed Yuan Qi faltered, nearly breaking the formation.

_Grandpa’s father is Great Grandpa. Flawless logic!_

“Pfft—HAHAHA!” Feng Rong howled, clutching his stomach. “Great Grandpa! Congrats on the free heir, Yuan Qi!”

Huan Yan glanced between them. “Did I… misspeak?”

“Not at all!” Feng Rong wheezed, slapping Huan Yan’s back. “Claim this fine great-grandson!” His laughter devolved into coughs, face reddening.

“You’re ridiculous.” You You thumped Feng Rong’s back. “You okay?”

“I’m—” Feng Rong met her worried gaze, then slumped dramatically against her. “Exhausted… Can’t stand… Hold me!” He clung like a koala, resting his head on her shoulder with feigned pallor.

“……Really?” You You hesitated. “Hurt that bad?”

“Soul merging drains focus…” Huan Yan offered. “Grandpa, there’s spare rooms. This…” He eyed the pair, then tentatively addressed Feng Rong: “Grandma?”

Everyone: “……”

Feng Rong: “……”

Huan Yan pressed on, “The mountain’s geothermal pool suits Feng Clan members, Grandma! Let me guide you—”

“SHUT IT!”

_You’re the grandma! Your whole lineage’s grandmas!_

( #=皿= )_-___-_

“Pfft… The Second Heavenly Emperor is right! The Earthfire Pool is indeed beneficial for the Feng Clan,” Yuan Qi snorted with laughter, returning the earlier mockery as his eyes curved into crescents. “Don’t you agree, daughter-in-law?!”

“……” Who’s your daughter-in-law?!

Feng Rong’s face darkened. Still feigning weakness, he couldn’t retaliate immediately, quivering like an overinflated bladder about to burst.

“Alright, aren’t you supposed to be unwell? I’ll help you rest!” You You tugged him outside, concerned about his injuries.

Moments later…

Pfft…

“Stop laughing!”

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You You guided Feng Rong to a side courtyard. Whether angered by Huan Yan’s odd address or drained from his earlier efforts, genuine weariness showed on Feng Rong’s face as he slumped against her, pressing closer.

“Enough! Didn’t you claim to feel ill? Get into bed!” You You tried peeling him off, but his grip around her waist remained ironclad despite his exhausted appearance.

“No!” Feng Rong buried his face against her shoulder stubbornly. “Holding you eases my discomfort.”

“I’m no healing herb! Let go and rest properly!”

“The bed’s cold.”

“You’re phoenix-kind! Since when do you fear chill?”

“I’m injured!”

“I’ll give you a warming talisman then.”

“Cultivator talismans don’t work on me.”

“What do you want then?” Since when did he become this petulant when ailing?

Feng Rong hesitated. Color bloomed across his pallid cheeks as he tightened his hold, murmuring by her ear, “Only… only if you lie here too. Then I won’t feel cold.”

You You shoved his face away, thumping his forehead. “Keep dreaming! Not happening!”

“Why not?” Feng Rong protested. “I’m already your Follower!”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” You You narrowed her eyes. “Are you faking this?”

“Who’s faking?!” Guilt flickered through his gaze before he groaned theatrically. “My head spins! Soul-revival isn’t child’s play! And I got wounded fighting that Heavenly Emperor Yongqing!”

“Where?”

“My wings!” Divine power surged as magnificent wings burst from his back, bathing the chamber in gentle radiance.