Chapter 54
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Chapter 54: The Parents of a Mischievous Child
From afar, You You noticed dozens of people gathered at the mountain’s base, all emitting spiritual energy—clearly cultivators. Leading them stood a middle-aged man in opulent robes. His spiritual energy was even denser than Wang Xu’s, marking him as at least a Nascent Soul cultivator.
You You grew wary, but Feng Rong had already landed them directly before the group.
“Hello, how can I help you?” she asked.
The man hesitated, his gaze flicking briefly to Feng Rong before bowing deeply. “Feng Yu, Head of the Wushan Feng Family, pays respects to the Noble Lady!” He knelt without hesitation, prompting the entire crowd behind him to follow.
“Head of the Feng Family?!” You You whipped her head toward Feng Rong. “He’s your…”
“Yep.” Feng Rong tilted his chin upward smugly. “Told you things would sort themselves out quickly.”
“…” What exactly was being “sorted”? Were they here to discipline their unruly child? Alarmed, You You rushed to pull Feng Yu up. “No need for formalities! Please rise. Why are you—”
“You didn’t believe I could speak for the Feng Family,” Feng Rong cut in, shooting her a sulky look. “So I summoned him. Now you’ll see my word holds weight.”
“…”
“It does!” Feng Yu affirmed earnestly. “Noble Lady, we’ve come to formally join your immortal sect. Though the Feng Family rarely engaged with sects before, we honor our commitments. Our words may not shake mountains, but they’re not hollow.”
_Does this family indulge their son so recklessly?_
“Head Feng, really, there’s no obligation here,” You You insisted. “Since you never visited Cheng Tian Pavilion, the pact doesn’t bind you—”
“What pact?!” Feng Rong bristled. “My presence IS the Feng Family’s will! Are we lesser than the Yuan Family? Unfit to be your kin?”
“That’s not—”
“I didn’t want to pressure you,” You You said, massaging her temples. “Cooperation requires mutual consent. We’ve never even discussed this!”
_Who’s the parent here? Since when do sons volunteer their fathers?_
“No pressure!” Feng Rong jabbed a finger at Feng Yu. “Right, Dad?”
Feng Yu swayed slightly but recovered, declaring with forced vigor, “None at all! The Feng Family joins willingly!” He gestured to a blue-robed youth behind him.
The young man stepped forward, resembling Feng Yu. After bowing, he produced a storage bag. “Noble Lady, hearing your new sect lacked resources, we gathered these.” With a spell, spiritual light erupted from the bag, burying the mountainside in stacks of spiritual wood and stone—the very materials You You had desperately needed.
“…” Words failed her. This wasn’t just aid—it was a landslide of generosity.
“Forgive the delay,” Feng Yu added. “More supplies will arrive soon.”
_More?!_
You You gaped at the heaps of “investment,” then at Feng Rong’s nonchalant expression. This wasn’t mere lumber—it was paternal devotion, solid as a boulder.
_The Fengs spoiled their heir with absurd extravagance._
_But… she wasn’t complaining._
“Are these materials adequate?” Feng Yu pressed when she stayed silent.
You You inhaled deeply. “Head Feng…”
“Yes?”
“Does your family… want another son? Or a daughter?”
Feng Yu: “……”
Feng Rong: “……”
Everyone: “……”
What was this about?
(￣△￣；)
You You’s eyes lit up at the sight of the Feng Family members, as though they were treasure troves, and she eagerly ushered them in. "Head of the Feng Family, you must be tired from your journey! Since you’ve decided to join us, we’re all brothers now. Let’s head to the main peak for rest first."
"No need for courtesies, Noble Lady." Feng Yu snapped out of his daze, responding with urgency rather than ceremony. "The Sect’s affairs take priority. Let’s deliver these materials first. I brought Clansmen experienced in constructing Immortal Palaces – they might assist."
"Perfect!" Her satisfaction grew at hearing they’d brought architects. "We appreciate your efforts."
Feng Yu’s smile deepened. "Your words honor us, Noble Lady."
"Noble Lady." The young man clutching a material pouch spoke up. "Who shall we report to regarding the palace construction? Which steward oversees this?"
"That would be Lin Feng, but he’s away. Coordinate with Liu Qing instead!" You You summoned a Disciple to fetch Liu Qing and more helpers for material transport. "They’ll arrive shortly – thank you for your patience."
"Of course." The youth replied courteously, offering a warm smile.
You You studied his features – strikingly similar to Feng Yu yet utterly unlike Feng Rong. Turning to Feng Yu, she asked, "Head Feng, might I inquire who this is?"
"Ah." Feng Yu began, "This is my son Feng—"
"Feng Qi!"
Feng Rong cut in, slinging an arm around the younger man’s shoulders. "This is my brother Feng Qi. Right… brother?"
The youth’s pleasant expression stiffened. His cheek twitched as he forced a smile. "Y-yes! I’m Feng… Feng… Qi?"
You You: “……”
Why did these siblings seem like sworn enemies?
Liu Qing arrived promptly with helpers. After brief introductions, discussions about material distribution and architectural plans commenced. Finding herself unnecessary in technical talks, You You escorted the Feng Family head toward the main peak.
Unable to contain her curiosity, she tugged Feng Rong’s sleeve. "Is there bad blood between you and your brother?"
"What?" Feng Rong blinked.
"He acts like you’ll bite him."
Feng Rong tilted his head, pondering seriously. "Maybe because he kicked me as a child? Probably fears I’ll retaliate."
“……”
You’d held a grudge since childhood over one kick? What sort of fragile brotherhood was this?
