Pregnant with the Immortal Venerable's Child After Divorce - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: You Can’t Be Blinded by Money!

A’Fu was picked up by Yan Zhu.

When he was first brought back, he was only palm-sized and on his last breath. He couldn’t take in water or milk. Yan Zhu looked after him for two days without any sign of improvement, so he could only seek help from Wen Sucheng. Wen Sucheng took the little cat, saying he would take him to a place with abundant spiritual energy to sustain his life with spiritual power and also fed him elixirs. Yan Zhu didn’t know how difficult it was, but when he saw the little cat again five days later, although he was still weak, he could manage to drink some milk.

At the time, he felt this cat was blessed with great fortune, so he named him A’Fu.

Later, the little cat grew up bit by bit on Fenxue Peak, becoming a free, large cat who was rarely home, occasionally returning only to eat something and run off, until one day he somehow stumbled upon an opportunity to transform into human form.

According to him, he transformed based on the familiar human appearance he knew. Logically, since he spent the most time with Yan Zhu, his transformed appearance should resemble Yan Zhu, but he just so happened to transform into Wen Sucheng’s likeness. Considering that his small life was saved by Wen Sucheng, it seemed plausible that he might have a deeper impression of Wen Sucheng and therefore ended up looking like him.

Although A’Fu called Yan Zhu ‘Master,’ Yan Zhu primarily served as a playmate and provider of various snacks during A’Fu’s growth. Wen Sucheng taught him all the cultivation matters. Strictly speaking, Wen Sucheng was more like his master.

Yan Zhu liked him, but his mind was still clear. He explained: “If you follow me, you won’t learn anything. I know nothing about swordplay, and the mental cultivation methods I know are not suitable for you.”

A’Fu, however, insisted: “I will follow Master.” He paused, and seeing that Yan Zhu was still hesitating, he added, “Even if you are divorced, I can go to Senior Martial Uncle, and he will still teach me.”

Yan Zhu was stunned, then smiled.

Indeed, Senior Brother was not such a petty person.

So he stopped arguing and reached out to stroke A’Fu’s head: “I’m planning to go to Fengling Continent with Ran Yin.”

A’Fu immediately leaned in and pulled Yan Zhu’s sleeve, looking very well-behaved: “I’ll go with Master.”

Yan Zhu looked at this face, which was highly similar to Wen Sucheng’s, and his resistance plummeted. Before his mind could fully process it, his mouth had already agreed: “Okay.”

After agreeing, he couldn’t help but reflect on whether this substitute behavior of seeing Wen Sucheng through his disciple was inappropriate, but facing that face, he really couldn’t suppress the thought.

After all, Wen Sucheng had never been this obedient.

When he met Wen Sucheng, Wen Sucheng was about twelve or thirteen years old, but at that time, Wen Sucheng was even colder and fiercer than now, like a startled hedgehog, indiscriminately attacking everyone who approached him.

He asked his mother about his situation. His mother said that he hadn’t had a good life before.

At that time, he didn’t have much of a concept of “not good,” thinking it meant bad food, ugly clothes, and no one to sleep with him. Many years later, he heard the specific details from his father—an evil cultivator had sacrificed an entire city’s population with bl00d to cultivate, and Wen Sucheng was the sole survivor.

As for more details, such as Wen Sucheng’s situation before that, why he survived, and how he survived, his father said nothing.

But this didn’t stop him from feeling sorry for Wen Sucheng. He would send delicious and fun things to him every three days, even though Wen Sucheng had already made a name for himself in the cultivation world and was no longer that little hedgehog.

“Master?” Seeing Yan Zhu lost in thought, A’Fu called out to him, his beautiful eyes looking at him curiously.

Yan Zhu immediately smiled, his voice soft as he asked, “What is it?”

A’Fu asked, “When are we leaving?”

“Why are you more anxious than I am?” Yan Zhu smiled. “We’ll wait for Lihua to come back, say goodbye to your Grand-Shiniang, and then we’ll leave.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lihua floated back, holding a pink fruit in its arms.

Yan Zhu brought the gourd back out, washed the fruit with water, broke it open, gave half to Lihua and the other half to A’Fu, then took them and teleported to another mountain.

This was the most secluded peak of the Mingxin Sect. Wild grass grew everywhere, some tall enough to completely hide a person. Other than that, there were only tombstones standing in rows, the cold stones adding a few shades of gloom to the already desolate place.

Yan Zhu walked towards a spot that was relatively “beautiful.” A tombstone stood there, the weeds around it neatly cleared, and many pretty flowers were planted.

Yan Zhu told Lihua to water the flowers. He himself took out four fruits from his Qiankun ring, piled them in front of the tomb, and then kowtowed three times.

“Mother.” Yan Zhu looked at the three words “Yan Zhuiyun” on the stone tablet and obediently called out, then carefully explained his plan to leave, his voice low and his pace slow, as if afraid the person lying underneath wouldn’t hear clearly. It wasn’t until the end that he sped up: “I also have one more thing to tell you. Senior Brother and I have divorced.”

But he didn’t say anything more.

He didn’t know how to say it.

When he was born, his body was weak, and his spiritual roots couldn’t even be detected. His father sought a divination master for a solution, but the master asserted that he was not meant for cultivation. Reaching the Golden Core stage would be the absolute limit, and that would only be possible with the best elixirs and spiritual medicines. However, wasting so many rare treasures on someone destined not to succeed was truly unnecessary.

His mother worried immensely about his health and finally, after much effort, found a special Dao Companion contract from ancient texts that linked his life to Wen Sucheng’s.

Now, because of his own little temper, he divorced Wen Sucheng just like that, and perhaps even the Dao Companion contract would be severed in the future. If his mother knew, she would surely be resurrected out of anger.

Thinking of this, he added with a hint of guilt: “The Dao Companion contract is not severed yet. I will wait until I find a solution before severing it. Don’t worry.”

He spoke with such conviction, as if he hadn’t been the one who proposed severing the contract to Wen Sucheng just moments ago.

Yan Zhu kowtowed a few more times to his mother, then took A’Fu back to find Qi Ranyin.

But as soon as he stepped through the door, he almost thought he had gone to the wrong place.

Looking at the thoroughly cleaned-out room, Yan Zhu hesitated: “Did the Qi family go bankrupt, so you plan to sell my family property to pay off debts?”

“No. I’m just afraid you might regret it halfway and want to divide the property.” Qi Ranyin returned the Qiankun ring to Yan Zhu. “Take some things with you; at least you won’t lose out.”

Yan Zhu was speechless: “There’s nothing valuable here. Come with me.”

He said, pulling Qi Ranyin and walking out. They passed through a long corridor and arrived at the deepest part of the palace, where there was a wall.

Qi Ranyin immediately understood: “His private treasury?”

“Mmm… and mine too.” Yan Zhu said, placing his hand on the blank wall. With a slight activation of his primordial spirit, a massive array immediately emerged on the wall. A few moments later, a door just wide enough for one person slowly appeared and opened.

Yan Zhu withdrew his hand and explained, “This is opened using the Dao Companion contract.”

Qi Ranyin: ?

He looked at Yan Zhu with a complicated expression: “Your Dao Companion contract is still intact? Are you playing house?”

“It involves a lot of things,” Yan Zhu said. “If it were severed, he wouldn’t be able to open this door.”

Qi Ranyin was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant a few seconds later: “This private treasury is yours?!”

Yan Zhu nodded.

This kind of “lock” uses a fragment of the soul as a key and only recognizes one owner. For others to open it, the owner needs to share it through a medium, such as bl00d relation or the Dao Companion contract.

“For our trip, we need to take some items for self-protection.” Yan Zhu said as he walked inside, followed closely by A’Fu.

Qi Ranyin was still in shock and hadn’t fully recovered. Only when Yan Zhu had walked far away did he hurriedly follow him in, only to be shocked again by the contents inside.

The private treasury was enormous, perhaps set up with a spatial formation. It stretched as far as the eye could see. Shelves and chests of different sizes were neatly arranged, piled high with all sorts of magical artifacts.

Qi Ranyin slowed his breathing as he looked at them. He walked over to one shelf and stared at the bracelets on it, exclaiming, “I always knew the Descending Snow Immortal Venerable was rich, but I didn’t expect him to be this rich! There are so many things!”

Yan Zhu glanced at a hairpin, picked it up, and handed it to Qi Ranyin: “This one was refined by Senior Brother himself. If you like it, it’s yours.”

After speaking, he turned around, took two defensive magical artifacts from another shelf and stuffed them into his Qiankun ring. Then, with a smooth movement, he added an artifact that could conceal one’s aura, acting quickly and accurately without even thinking, as if he wasn’t picking up precious artifacts but browsing a discount shelf in a store.

Qi Ranyin followed beside him and couldn’t help but say, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll steal something?”

“If you steal something and manage to get out, then you’re truly impressive,” Yan Zhu said, pointing to the ceiling.

Qi Ranyin looked up and saw countless formations floating above—all kinds of functions. If he had even a slight ill intention, he would probably be instantly annihilated.

Qi Ranyin immediately behaved, following Yan Zhu and widening his horizons.

After Yan Zhu picked and chose and swept a large pile of items into his Qiankun ring, he took Qi Ranyin back to the entrance, pressed the wall, and two staircases appeared by the door—one going up and one going down.

Yan Zhu pointed to the staircase going up: “Go get some spiritual stones. Most of them are in Qiankun rings. Just pick two randomly and load up some of the lower-grade ones. I’ll wait for you below.”

Qi Ranyin obediently went up and was instantly struck speechless by the piles upon piles of spiritual stones and rows upon rows of Qiankun rings above.

He grabbed two and looked inside—they were all high-grade spiritual stones. Then he looked at the mountain of lower-grade spiritual stones that weren’t worthy of being put into a Qiankun ring, and he began to seriously consider persuading Yan Zhu to remarry while loading up the spiritual stones.

When he finished loading the spiritual stones and went to find Yan Zhu, seeing the countless rare and precious treasures below, he stopped thinking. He quickly walked over, grabbed Yan Zhu’s hand, and said earnestly, “How about we don’t divorce? You remarry him. He supports you, and you support me.”

Yan Zhu was speechless: “You can’t be blinded by money!”

Qi Ranyin raised his index finger and shook it, saying seriously, “I can’t be, but you can! Seriously, where are you going to find someone better once you leave the Descending Snow Immortal Venerable?”

Yan Zhu ignored him and pulled him out.

But Qi Ranyin continued to chatter, and Yan Zhu couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled A’Fu and pushed him in front of Qi Ranyin, saying, “I’m going to get the flying boat ready. You keep an eye on him.”

He then quickly fled.

Qi Ranyin stared at the human-shaped baggage shoved into his hands and raised an eyebrow: “Weren’t you tempted just now? Aren’t you going to try to persuade your Master?”

A’Fu didn’t answer. Instead, he asked him, “Can those things really keep Master?”

Qi Ranyin laughed upon hearing this: “Why? If I say yes, are you going to tell the Descending Snow Immortal Venerable?”

A’Fu didn’t answer, only glanced in the direction Yan Zhu had left.

If he could, he would go to a few more secret realms.