Pregnant with the Immortal Venerable's Child After Divorce - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Teaching His Kid a Lesson!

When Yan Zhuo knocked on Qi Ranyin’s door, Qi Ranyin was sleeping. Seeing who it was, he was still groggy: “Why are you here?”

Yan Zhuo pushed the door open, walked in, and plopped down onto a chair, exclaiming angrily: “I want to divorce him!”

“But you two are already divorced.” Qi Ranyin said, walking over to the table, picking up the kettle, and pouring a glass of water for him. He chuckled, “Did he provoke you again?”

Hearing this, Yan Zhuo picked up a spiritual fruit from the table and threw it at Qi Ranyin’s head.

Qi Ranyin hadn’t expected him to suddenly strike and couldn’t react in time. He was hit squarely, cried “Ouch,” covered his head, and backed away a little, complaining: “What are you doing?”

“It’s all your fault!” Yan Zhuo snapped. “You gave me that broken flower back then! You caused me to be with Wen Suchen… anyway, it’s all you!!”

Qi Ranyin knew immediately what had happened. He raised an eyebrow: “So, there’s a hidden truth to that incident?”

When he asked, Yan Zhuo immediately started complaining sadly: “He recognized what that flower was from the start, but he didn’t tell me! Don’t you think he’s a total bastard!”

Usually, Qi Ranyin would join him in the cursing, but this time he just smiled and said: “I knew it.”

Yan Zhuo: ?

“What did you know?” Yan Zhuo frowned, looking at him.

“I knew he wasn’t as proper as he looked,” Qi Ranyin explained. “Men are animals who think with their lower half. I believe he’s devoted, but I don’t believe he lacks desire in that regard, especially when it comes to you.”

Yan Zhuo didn’t quite understand, but he still looked at him with a questing look.

Qi Ranyin explained: “You’re so good-looking, and you’re his Dao Companion. It’s perfectly natural for you two to sleep together, yet he never touched you. In this situation, either he’s cultivating a special Dao method, or he is emotionally devoted to someone else and saving himself for them, or… he’s ill.”

Yan Zhuo felt like there was something strange about this statement, but Qi Ranyin spoke with such righteous confidence that he didn’t immediately notice until Qi Ranyin said that he himself would have acted long ago. Only then did Yan Zhuo say: “Youngest Senior Brother is not like you.”

Qi Ranyin was speechless: “How is he different? You’re still defending him at a time like this! Do you have any ambition?!”

“That’s two different things,” Yan Zhuo said.

Qi Ranyin pointed at him: “Just know how to be tough at home! The most important thing for you now is to curse him!”

Yan Zhuo thought for a moment and said: “Strictly speaking, he and I are in the same ‘home’.”

Qi Ranyin choked, exasperated: “Is that the point?!”

Yan Zhuo pouted: “But I did curse him, though.”

Qi Ranyin choked again.

That was cursing?

At best, that was complaining, right?!

He walked over and pulled Yan Zhuo up, saying: “I’ll teach you. You learn, and then you go back and curse him.”

Yan Zhuo immediately nodded, looking excited.

But the very first sentence Qi Ranyin spoke made Yan Zhuo freeze.

He opened his mouth, hesitating: “Isn’t that too vulgar?”

Qi Ranyin was speechless: “If swearing isn’t vulgar, are you going to perform stand-up comedy?”

Yan Zhuo: “…”

“Is there a more refined way?” Yan Zhuo asked.

Qi Ranyin was stumped by this request. It was already difficult to curse Wen Suchen. Cursing his appearance was unconvincing. Cursing his strength was overestimating himself. Cursing his family would implicate Yan Zhuo.

And now he had to be refined?

“Fine,” Qi Ranyin laughed angrily. “Wait for me to pass the scholarly exam.”

Yan Zhuo pursed his lips and offered a meek, obedient expression.

When Qi Ranyin saw him like this, his frustration vanished. He suggested: “How about you take advantage of the child still being there, and teach his kid a lesson!”

Yan Zhuo was taken aback, then immediately explained: “That’s my kid too. I’m not sick enough to harm my child just to get back at him.”

Hearing him say this, Qi Ranyin was startled: “You’re not going to abort it?”

Yan Zhuo nodded.

“Why the sudden change of heart?” Qi Ranyin frowned. “Did Wen Suchen threaten you?”

Yan Zhuo looked at him strangely: “Although Youngest Senior Brother was a little out of line before, he’s actually not that kind of person.”

He suddenly changed his mind, which made Qi Ranyin start to hesitate: “But you were so determined before.”

Yan Zhuo also said: “But you were clearly persuading me to keep it before.”

“That was because I was afraid you’d change your mind,” Qi Ranyin said helplessly. “I’m still afraid you’ll change your mind now.”

“I won’t,” Yan Zhuo said.

Qi Ranyin pressed his shoulders, saying: “Why don’t you think about it again? You’re angry now, think more clearly. If you can’t bear it, let’s still abort the child.”

Yan Zhuo frowned upon hearing this: “Don’t say things like that in the future.”

Qi Ranyin was surprised. Just as he was about to curse him for being blinded by love, he heard Yan Zhuo say: “This is a child, not a puppy. I decided to keep it after thinking clearly. It’s not a childish spite, and I won’t change it easily. So you can’t keep saying things like that, or he will be unhappy in the future.”

Seeing him earnestly lecturing him, Qi Ranyin was momentarily stunned, then let out a soft laugh and reached out to stroke his head: “Then he will surely have a very happy life.”

Yan Zhuo smiled.

He looked so easily placated that it seemed he would go back and share this with Wen Suchen right then and there.

Qi Ranyin originally wanted to remind him again, but after thinking about it, friends could interfere with a divorce, but it was best to keep silent when a couple was arguing. So, he advised: “Then you should rest well so the child will be strong. Should I go call Yunxian to wake up?”

Yan Zhuo immediately shook his head: “You can call him tomorrow. Just talk to me tonight.”

Qi Ranyin paused: “Are you staying here?”

“Naturally,” Yan Zhuo said. “I’m ignoring him. I can raise the child myself, too.”

Qi Ranyin gave him a thumbs up: “That’s the spirit! Then I’ll go with you to demand money tomorrow. You go to sleep first.”

“I don’t want to sleep yet,” Yan Zhuo pulled Qi Ranyin’s hand. “You curse him for me.”

“Now?” Qi Ranyin hesitated. “Are you sure I’ll make it back alive?”

Yan Zhuo pointed at himself: “Curse him for me to hear.”

Qi Ranyin didn’t understand this strange habit of his and immediately refused: “Stop dragging me into foolishness. Go to sleep.”

Yan Zhuo refused, pulling his hand with a wronged expression: “I can’t sleep.”

“You’re clearly not angry anymore. What’s keeping you from sleeping?” Qi Ranyin said, amused. “If you don’t go to sleep, I’ll carry you back.”

“I’m not afraid of him,” Yan Zhuo crossed his arms. “I’m not that angry, but I’m still a little annoyed.”

He wasn’t angry because Wen Suchen didn’t really have any malicious intentions. He even found Wen Suchen’s little subtle scheming a bit cute at the time.

But anyone would be annoyed if they were tricked.

Qi Ranyin was speechless.

He knew it. When couples fought, they all talked about breaking up one day and were all sweet the next. In the end, it was their family and friends who suffered!

Although Yan Zhuo didn’t have this kind of history, considering his and Wen Suchen’s past relationship, and their current situation, he had to recognize the change in dynamics and deal with this seriously.

He absolutely would not get involved in this kind of thing!

Qi Ranyin thought for a moment, then an idea suddenly dawned on him. He smiled and said: “Actually, this matter can’t be entirely blamed on the Immortal Venerable. I’m also at fault, after all, I gave it to you.”

Yan Zhuo looked up at him: “You didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I did,” Qi Ranyin said. “I felt like you two didn’t look like a couple at all, and I was curious about what the Immortal Venerable was thinking, so I gave you a little push.”

Yan Zhuo: ?

He looked at Qi Ranyin in shock: “You actually drugged me!!”

“You can’t put it that way,” Qi Ranyin said. “Do you dare to say you had no thoughts at all at the time? I tried that flower myself later. It only magnifies desire.”

Yan Zhuo frowned: “Don’t shirk responsibility!”

“Who’s shirking?” Qi Ranyin raised an eyebrow. “You clearly researched that flower afterward, too.”

“I didn’t know at the time!” Yan Zhuo snapped. “You and Wen Suchen are in cahoots! I’m not talking to you!”

Yan Zhuo stormed off, angry.

Qi Ranyin immediately breathed a sigh of relief, planning to apologize later after the two had made up. Anyway, with Yan Zhuo’s personality, he probably wouldn’t stay angry for more than half a day.

He was about to close the door and go back to sleep when a hand stopped him. A low voice came through the gap in the door: “What did Little Zhuo say?”

Qi Ranyin: “…”

What sin had he committed?

…

While Wen Suchen went to find Qi Ranyin, Yan Zhuo went to find Ying Yunxian.

Ying Yunxian had just discovered a pot of Narcissus Silk in his room. He was carefully cutting some off with a dagger, preparing to harvest some for alchemy the next day, when a sudden knock on the door startled his hand, and half a pot of Narcissus Silk was immediately sliced off.

Narcissus Silk had a terrible temper. Once its fruit leaves left the parent plant, they quickly withered and lost their medicinal properties. Moreover, if harvested too harshly, the Narcissus Silk could easily die on the spot. Therefore, although this spiritual plant was beautiful and useful, not many people cultivated it, as no one liked serving a master.

He painfully looked at the Narcissus Silk on the table. After hesitating, he still went to open the door.

He was ready to scold the person who came, but then he faced the even angrier Yan Zhuo.

Another master.

He couldn’t scold this one.

Ying Yunxian quickly invited him in, but he couldn’t help but complain to him a little.

Yan Zhuo heard him, glanced at the Narcissus Silk that had already started shedding leaves, walked over, and poured some water on it.

The Narcissus Silk’s suicidal behavior stopped immediately.

Ying Yunxian was stunned: “What did you pour?”

“Wine,” Yan Zhuo said. “Wine brewed from Narcissus Silk.”

Ying Yunxian: ?

Yan Zhuo then explained.

Narcissus Silk looked a bit like a small willow tree, yet it was named as such because it was a very narcissistic spiritual plant. To them, the process of cultivators harvesting their fruit leaves was like dressing them up, so it had to be careful and meticulous. They would be unhappy if too much or too little was cut, and if too much was cut at once… well, anyone who was inexplicably scalped wouldn’t want to live.

It was easy to coax them. Just water them with things made from Narcissus Silk. This was like praising a person for being great and amazing. Once the Narcissus Silk felt puffed up from the praise, they wouldn’t care that you shaved their head.

Ying Yunxian was speechless: “It’s that simple? Why didn’t anyone discover this?”

Yan Zhuo said: “Because the average person wouldn’t use things made from Narcissus Silk to cultivate it.”

Narcissus Silk has excellent beauty benefits, but because most people didn’t understand its temperament and didn’t dare to take too much material, the output of this spiritual plant was very low, even though it wasn’t difficult to grow. It was usually made into high-quality beauty cream and sold.

Yan Zhuo had only discovered this accidentally when he was making something to rub on his hands and accidentally spilled it.

Ying Yunxian nodded: “I’ll go back and brew wine with this. Does it need to be of the same source?”

“No,” Yan Zhuo said. “But don’t drink the brewed wine; it tastes awful. Narcissus Silk can’t distinguish between good and bad wine, so just brew anything.”

Ying Yunxian was even happier. He swept away the leaves that had already started to wither on the table, sat across from Yan Zhuo, and asked: “What did you come to see me about?”

Only then did Yan Zhuo remember that he was angry. But with Ying Yunxian’s distraction, he wasn’t as angry anymore.

He then sadly slumped onto the table and said: “Youngest Senior Brother tricked me, and Ranyin tricked me too.”

Being betrayed by both his lover and his friend—it sounded like a sad story, and a familiar one.

Ying Yunxian had been a physician for hundreds of years and had seen all sorts of melodramatic situations. Hearing him say this, he immediately made a judgment and lowered his voice: “Did they get together behind your back?”

Yan Zhuo: ?

“How is that possible?” He looked at Ying Yunxian in shock. “Why would you think that?”

Ying Yunxian was puzzled: “Then how else would the two of them manage to agree on something?”

He was unclear about the situation, so Yan Zhuo had to babble out the whole story, emphasizing the extent of their outrageousness.

Ying Yunxian, as expected of someone who had seen it all, not only maintained a poker face after hearing the story but even asked him: “Do you still have that flower?”

Yan Zhuo: ?

“Don’t make me smack you,” Yan Zhuo said.

Ying Yunxian nodded: “Before you smack me, answer me first, that flower…”

Yan Zhuo angrily said: “Ask me again, and I’ll burn it tomorrow.”

Ying Yunxian immediately shut up.

But after a few breaths of silence, he couldn’t help but ask: “I see your breath is strong, and your complexion is very good. Have you not taken the medicine yet?”

Yan Zhuo: “…”

He could only repeat what he had told Qi Ranyin.

After he finished, Ying Yunxian’s eyes lit up: “Really? Then you must take good care of yourself. I’ll go to Phoenix Mountain with you, and take care of you until you give birth to the child… wait, until your child is one year old? Two years old?”

He was so excited, as if he had found a treasure, and immediately started planning Yan Zhuo’s upcoming diet.

All of Yan Zhuo’s anger was trapped in his chest. He wanted to vent it but couldn’t. In the end, he could only weakly remind him: “I didn’t come to see you because of this!”

“Oh right, you came to talk about the Immortal Venerable and Ranyin.” Ying Yunxian said, reaching out to pat Yan Zhuo’s shoulder. “You need to maintain a good mood now. Don’t be angry.”

Although he knew Ying Yunxian was saying this in his capacity as a physician, Yan Zhuo still felt a little better. Just as he was about to continue complaining, Ying Yunxian suddenly reached out and felt his pulse.

Yan Zhuo frowned: “I’m talking to you.”

“You talk, I’m listening,” Ying Yunxian responded casually while taking his pulse.

His tone was so casual that Yan Zhuo wondered if he was just humoring him or genuinely listening.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Ying Yunxian explained: “I am listening. Confiding when you’re angry is a very effective way to relieve stress. Instead of bottling things up, it’s better to talk about them. If you want to curse, then curse. Your mood will improve a lot after venting.”

It was all very serious, which made Yan Zhuo even less able to stay angry.

It would make him feel guilty for losing his temper at a physician!

Yan Zhuo had no choice but to purse his lips, frown, and cooperate with Ying Yunxian’s examination.

After taking his pulse, Ying Yunxian started examining his body.

He checked him exceptionally carefully, finally reaching out and touching Yan Zhuo’s belly.

Yan Zhuo also followed suit and touched his belly.

It wasn’t obvious through the clothes, but he knew his belly already had a slight curve.

“A little over three months, and very healthy,” Ying Yunxian said. “How have you been recently? Are you still sleepy? Do you have any other discomfort?”

Yan Zhuo thought for a moment, then hesitated: “I felt nauseous for a while when I was still in the Mingxin Sect, but it got much better after I left. There’s nothing else.”

“It was likely caused by your bad mood at the time,” Ying Yunxian said. “Your luck is quite good; your pregnancy reaction isn’t very severe. If you feel any other discomfort later, remember to tell me.”

Yan Zhuo nodded obediently.

Ying Yunxian added: “Your situation is special. Your spiritual roots are completely destroyed, but you are still bound to the Immortal Venerable, so your body is somewhat unique. We’ll decide how to deliver the baby when he gets a little bigger.”

Yan Zhuo continued to nod obediently.

Ying Yunxian gave him a few more instructions. Yan Zhuo noted them all down, and when Ying Yunxian sent him off, he was still bewildered.

He stood at the door for a while before slowly realizing that he had come here to vent his grievances.

And why was everyone telling him, not Wen Suchen? The child wasn’t his alone, was it?

Yan Zhuo immediately turned around and knocked on the door.

Ying Yunxian opened the door, confused: “What is it?”

“Why aren’t you telling him?” Yan Zhuo asked.

“Because he’s not here,” Ying Yunxian explained. “Aren’t you angry right now? I thought you might prefer to raise the child yourself now.”

Yan Zhuo choked up. He had genuinely thought about that when he was with Qi Ranyin. Why had he suddenly thought of involving Wen Suchen just now?

Just as he was about to nod and agree, he heard Ying Yunxian say: “I’ll talk to him tomorrow. You go back and rest well.”

Then he closed the door.

Yan Zhuo: “…”

He felt a blockage in his chest, a surge of frustration he couldn’t release.

He turned around again and headed towards Yan Zhitao’s residence.

…

Not long after he left, Ying Yunxian’s door was knocked on again.

Ying Yunxian thought it was Yan Zhuo again and opened the door, about to tell him to go back and rest, but he came face-to-face with Wen Suchen.

He didn’t say anything, but Ying Yunxian immediately stepped aside and let him into the room: “Perfect timing. Let me tell you about Little Zhuo’s condition.”

The two closed the door and began to discuss the matter.

…

Meanwhile, Yan Zhuo arrived at Yan Zhitao’s door. He raised his hand, ready to knock, but suddenly hesitated.

Was it appropriate for him, a paternal uncle, to show up at a child’s door in the middle of the night to tell her all this?

After thinking about it, he turned and knocked on Yan Sulan’s door instead.

Yan Sulan was also resting at this time. Seeing him, she smiled and ushered him into the room.

Yan Zhuo sat at the table, holding the teacup, all his complaints stuck in his throat, unsure how to voice them.

Although Yan Sulan was his Senior Sister, their relationship wasn’t close enough to discuss such intimate matters. Moreover, Yan Sulan was a woman, so talking about this also seemed inappropriate.

But since he was already here and had woken her up by knocking.

Under Yan Sulan’s gentle gaze, Yan Zhuo finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: “I’m pregnant.”

Yan Sulan was surprised. Then the smile in her eyes deepened. She reached out and stroked his head, saying softly: “You’re so happy that you came to tell me in the middle of the night.”

She thought Yan Zhuo had only just found out, so Yan Zhuo had to explain.

He didn’t mention the fight with Wen Suchen, only saying that he had been hesitant before and had only decided to keep the child today.

More than anyone else, Yan Sulan understood the situation with his Martial Mother and Youngest Martial Brother. Combined with her years of dealing with people, she was quite astute in understanding situations. She immediately grasped Yan Zhuo’s hidden pain.

She sighed, reached out, and stroked his hair again, saying softly: “Your Mother would definitely be happy if she knew. Do you… still resent her?”

“I’ve never resented Mother,” Yan Zhuo said. “She didn’t do anything wrong.”

Yan Sulan sighed again upon hearing this, but she didn’t say much, only telling him to take good care of himself and to come to her anytime if he had any difficulties.

Yan Zhuo nodded, got up, and left.

Leaving the two’s residences, Yan Zhuo stood under a tree, his gaze shifting to the only person on the island he hadn’t disturbed yet. After hesitating, he still walked towards him.

Kong Fu wasn’t asleep either. He was drinking in the courtyard. Feeling someone approach, he didn’t make a sound, still pouring wine into his mouth. However, the other party never knocked or spoke, just stood at the door, doing God knows what.

After waiting for a while, Kong Fu had no choice but to put down his wine and get up to open the door.

He saw Yan Zhuo standing there with a look of conflict on his face. When he saw Kong Fu, he gave a slightly awkward smile.

Kong Fu looked at him, raised an eyebrow: “What’s wrong? Did you argue with Wen Suchen?”

Yan Zhuo was startled: “How did you know?”

“I also know that Qi Ranyin and Ying Yunxian must have upset you,” Kong Fu chuckled. “Otherwise, why would you come here?”

Although he had never explicitly expressed his feelings to Yan Zhuo, Yan Zhuo wasn’t an idiot. The two were tacit friends. Yan Zhuo could talk to him about other things, but discussing Wen Suchen wasn’t quite appropriate.

“Don’t worry,” Kong Fu pulled the door open and walked into the courtyard. “I’ve given up.”

Yan Zhuo was taken aback: “Really?”

Kong Fu looked back at him, amused: “Do you know that those two words sound a little self-centered?”

Yan Zhuo was embarrassed: “I didn’t mean it like that! I mean…”

“I know,” Kong Fu said. “I’m not stupid. I didn’t give up before because I thought you two didn’t have much affection and would break up sooner or later, and waiting would eventually yield results. But recently… anyone with eyes can see that things aren’t simple between you two. If I keep pursuing you, it’s shameless and self-defeating. What’s the point?”

Yan Zhuo immediately smiled, following him into the courtyard, saying: “It’s great that you can see past it!”

Seeing him so happy, Kong Fu almost wanted to cover his chest and curse him for being heartless, but Yan Zhuo was just like that.

He shook his head, amused: “Since you’ve argued, don’t go back tonight. Find something fun to do?”

Yan Zhuo pouted: “What’s fun to do in the middle of the night?”

Kong Fu raised his hand and tapped the wine he hadn’t finished yet, asking: “Want some? Drowning your sorrows in wine?”

Yan Zhuo’s eyes immediately lit up.

He had read about people drinking on rooftops when they were unhappy, but he had never tried it himself.

So he said: “Then let’s drink on the roof.”

Kong Fu was startled, then let out a soft laugh and nodded: “I have good wine here.” As he spoke, he took out a jar of wine and placed it on the table: “God-Feller’s Slumber.”

God-Feller’s Slumber was a famous wine brewed by the Wine Immortal. As the name suggested, even gods and demons would get drunk from it. It was indeed a fine wine that many people wanted to taste.

Yan Zhuo immediately found two beautiful cups from his Cosmic Ring and said: “Let’s drink with these!”

Kong Fu smiled and nodded, pulling him along onto the roof and pouring him a cup of wine.

Yan Zhuo held the cup to his mouth and took a small sip.

He immediately started coughing, choking on the drink.

Kong Fu raised an eyebrow: “Haven’t had much to drink?”

Yan Zhuo nodded. Just as he was about to ask if there was a milder wine, a shadow suddenly fell upon them.

He was startled. He looked up and met Wen Suchen’s deep gaze.

…

Yan Zhuo’s attempt to vent his anger and rebel against Wen Suchen by drinking on the roof with Kong Fu is immediately interrupted by Wen Suchen’s appearance.