Chapter 91

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Chapter 91: Drunken Little Fire Chicken

You You sighed and patted Shui Yan’s back. "If you don’t want to marry, then don’t! As long as I’m here, you can do whatever you like." Guardians should always protect their kids.

"R-really? I can do anything?" Shui Yan sniffled, tearful eyes gazing at You You with absolute trust.

"Of course!" You You nodded firmly. She’d handle any fallout.

"I… I want to study swordsmanship. I want to become like our sect master. I want to be as strong as you. Can I?"

"Sure!"

"I want nobody to bully me. I want to stay by your side forever!"

"Absolutely!"

"Then…" Shui Yan hesitated, eyes gleaming through her tears as she clutched You You’s hands. "Can… can I become your Follower?"

*Crack.*

The teacup shattered in Yuan Qi’s grip. He’d been quietly observing while sipping tea, his smile freezing.

You You opened her mouth to agree—

"You You!" Yuan Qi smoothly intercepted, stepping between them. His gentle smile carried frost as he addressed Shui Yan. "With your current cultivation level, becoming the sect master’s Follower seems… ambitious. But persist in your training, and perhaps someday…"

Shui Yan’s hopeful expression crumpled. She released You You’s hands, shoulders slumping. Of course—she wasn’t worthy yet. But she’d train harder! Someday she’d stand beside the sect master like Master Yuan!

"You You," Yuan Qi turned, all warmth again, "shouldn’t we inform Master Kui? Though incompatible, Kui Bi’s feelings deserve closure."

"Right." You You nodded at Shui Yan. "Go explain things properly. Don’t string him along."

"Yes, sect master!" Shui Yan bowed, newfound determination replacing her gloom. She practically floated from the room.

You You exhaled. Parenting was exhausting—mediating drama proved tougher than battling demons. If she hadn’t noticed Shui Yan’s forced smile, that self-sacrificing girl might’ve married unhappily.

Way harder than handling that fiery chicken.

"Speaking of…" She glanced around. "Where’s Feng Rong? Haven’t seen him in days." The lack of his daily squawking felt strange.

"Resting, perhaps," Yuan Qi suggested. "The expedition tired us all."

You You frowned, remembering Feng Rong’s odd behavior at the ruins. "I’ll check on him."

Ling Qi blocked the doorway with urgent documents. Paperwork trapped her till dusk. By moonrise, she climbed Feng Rong’s floating peak.

His lavish treehouse faced her bedroom across the peaks—closer than propriety allowed. He’d transplanted towering trees from Wushan, creating a forest canopy. Usually he’d shout greetings, but lately… silence.

Empty rooms greeted her. As she turned to leave, a familiar voice purred above:

"Looking for someone?"

Feng Rong lounged in an oak’s branches, crimson robes artfully disheveled. One leg dangled carefree, wine cup in hand. Moonlight illuminated his exposed collarbones.

"You saw me searching! Why wait?" You You glared.

"Why speak first?" His smirk widened. "You didn’t call me."

"This is YOUR courtyard!"

He flicked fingers. Wind swept her onto the branch beside him. Up close, his flushed cheeks and rumpled hair reeked of alcohol.

"You missed me." Hot breath tickled her ear as he nuzzled her shoulder.

"You’re drunk!" She yanked his robes closed, cinching the sash violently. "How much did you drink?"

"Few cups…" His head lolled against her. "Phoenix-blossom wine… stronger…"

"Few cups? Lightweight!" She resisted shoving him off.

"Shut up." He burrowed into her neck. "You came. For me."

"Yes, yes! Checking you hadn’t choked on feathers."

His giggle shook them both. "Knew it…"