Pregnant with the Immortal Venerable's Child After Divorce - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: We’re divorced, he can’t control me now…

No one could resist a cat’s charm, and Yan Zhu was no exception.

Hearing A’Fu’s words, Yan Zhu couldn’t help but go along with what he implied: “Don’t worry, I’m just playing around.”

His words sounded rather caddish, and A’Fu’s ears twitched: “Then how many will you look for?”

Yan Zhu hesitated: “If there are many handsome ones, it’s not impossible to consider a few more.”

A’Fu immediately nudged him again with his head, letting out soft “meow, meow” sounds that sounded incredibly pitiful.

Yan Zhu’s heart softened from the rubbing, and he quietly reassured him, “Then I promise you I won’t marry anyone else?”

A’Fu still wasn’t happy, staring at him with his round eyes: “Master has been corrupted by Master Liutan.”

Master Liutan was Qi Ranyin. He was famous for being promiscuous in the cultivation world, changing men like clothes, and even cultivating a method similar to dual cultivation for harvesting yang energy. He was a black sheep of the Qi family, but with the existence of the Joyous Union Sect, he didn’t seem so strange in the righteous path.

“Don’t badmouth people behind their backs.” Yan Zhu reached out and poked A’Fu’s head. “Don’t meddle in adult matters.”

A’Fu turned the back of his head towards him, remaining silent.

Yan Zhu was both annoyed and amused by this, and he reached out and pinched his ear, saying fiercely, “I’m your Master, it’s not your place to control me!”

A’Fu turned his head: “What about Senior Martial Uncle?”

“We’re divorced, and he can’t control me now,” Yan Zhu said. “If we hadn’t divorced, how could I go out and find new people!”

A’Fu, however, didn’t want to continue this topic. He thought to himself that with him around, it would be absolutely impossible for Yan Zhu to find a new person.

So he turned his head in the other direction, extended his furry paw, and randomly pointed to a tree, asking, “What is that?”

Yan Zhu followed the direction he was pointing, squinting his eyes, but the demonic energy was too dense to see clearly, so he walked over, holding A’Fu.

As soon as he got closer, A’Fu landed and transformed into his human form. He picked an orange-like fruit from the tree and examined it.

He handed the spiritual fruit to Yan Zhu: “It looks familiar. Is it edible?”

Yan Zhu glanced at it and nodded: “I’ve grown it before, it’s edible.” Seeing that A’Fu wanted to take a bite, he added, “If you eat it, you won’t be able to look for little male cats anymore.”

A’Fu paused, looking at him confusedly.

“This thing is called Golden Pomegranate Flower Fruit, also known as the Womb Fruit. I have indeed grown it before.” Yan Zhu took the fruit and shook it, explaining, “A man who eats the Womb Fruit can become pregnant, and it can also treat infertility in women. Golden Pomegranate Flower Fruit is common, but the Womb Fruit is rare. It can only be born from a Golden Pomegranate Flower tree growing near the Yellow Springs. Ordinary Golden Pomegranate Flower Fruit can only strengthen the body and replenish qi, so feel free to eat it.”

A’Fu looked at him: “The one Master grew was the Golden Pomegranate Flower Fruit?”

Yan Zhu immediately showed a proud expression: “That’s not it. I specifically asked Senior Brother to help me fetch water from the Yellow Springs, so the Golden Pomegranate Flower Fruit grown on Fenxue Peak was a real Womb Fruit.”

Wen Sucheng naturally remembered this incident. He never questioned what Yan Zhu asked for, but he didn’t expect it to be used to grow something like this.

Why would Yan Zhu grow this?

This thought stirred a ripple in his heart. He asked hesitantly, “Why did Master think of growing this? Was it… was it because you wanted a child with Senior Martial Uncle…?”

“How is that possible?” Yan Zhu chuckled. “Someone commissioned me to grow it. Womb Fruit is not common, and they couldn’t find it near the Yellow Springs, so they wanted me to see if I could grow it.”

And Yan Zhu did succeed.

“I sold the fruit to him and didn’t bother with it anymore. Now, the ones growing on Fenxue Peak are just ordinary Golden Pomegranate Flower Fruits,” Yan Zhu explained. “This one is quite delicious.”

A’Fu peeled the fruit and shared half with Yan Zhu.

It looked like an orange and tasted like one too, sweet and sour, quite delicious.

He had indeed eaten it on Fenxue Peak before.

After eating half the fruit, Yan Zhu clapped his hands, ready to pull A’Fu and continue toward the center of the floating island, but as soon as his hand touched A’Fu, he felt A’Fu’s body tense up. His hand pressed the sword at his waist, and he was completely on edge, like a startled cat.

Yan Zhu was a little confused: “What’s wrong?”

“Someone’s here,” A’Fu explained in a low voice.

Yan Zhu immediately put his hand on his artifact and lowered his voice: “Ran Yin clearly said there was no one on the island.”

A’Fu nodded.

Qi Ranyin didn’t notice, and neither did he. Either the opponent’s cultivation was higher than both of theirs, or the opponent was a demonic cultivator who could use this demonic-energy-filled environment to conceal their aura.

A figure appeared not far away.

As the figure approached, gradually becoming clearer, A’Fu was already mentally calculating the distance from the Mingxin Sect to this place.

He moved his thumb, and the sword blade slid out an inch from the sheath.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, Yan Zhu, beside him, called out with a smile: “Why are you here?”

A’Fu’s tense body immediately relaxed a little. He tilted his head slightly: “You know him?”

Yan Zhu nodded, reaching out and patting A’Fu’s tense back: “I know him. He’s been to Fenxue Peak before.”

Only then did A’Fu put his sword back.

He assumed that since he had been to Fenxue Peak, the person who came was at least someone he knew.

But after the figure approached, his brow furrowed tightly, and his relaxed nerves became tense again.

He did recognize the person who came, but not from Fenxue Peak; he recognized him from a wanted poster.

The one who stole treasures from the Cloud-Piercing Gate three hundred years ago, killed two elders, and then disappeared without a trace. The one who reappeared in the Demon Realm a hundred years ago, killed the City Lord of Seven Ghost City upon his arrival and took his place, and was now one of the nine Demon Venerables of the Demon Realm—

“Kong Fu.” Yan Zhu walked over and patted the person’s shoulder, acting like they were old friends, “Why are you here?”

“I came to see you,” Kong Fu replied with a smile. He had a handsome face, like a refined jade, with clear eyebrows and eyes. When he smiled, his eyes curved, looking like an elegant and charming young nobleman, very likable, “I passed by and found that the demonic energy here was strong, so I came to take a look. I didn’t expect there to be a place like this near the Mingxin Sect.”

Yan Zhu nodded and laughed: “So I’m going to claim this island for myself!”

Kong Fu raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: “Then I’ll help you.”

Yan Zhu waved his hand: “No need. Senior Brother gave me an artifact.”

Kong Fu narrowed his eyes upon hearing this: “It’s your Senior Brother again. Did he actually let you out?”

“You make it sound like he locked me up,” Yan Zhu chuckled. “We’re divorced, he can’t control me now.”

A smile appeared in Kong Fu’s eyes, and his voice softened: “Divorce? Why? He is the number one person in the righteous path. Isn’t it a pity to divorce him just like that?”

“But he…” Yan Zhu was about to say boring, but he didn’t want to speak ill of Wen Sucheng in front of outsiders, although he had done so in front of Qi Ranyin. So he quickly changed his mind and said, “We weren’t compatible.”

Kong Fu didn’t ask why they weren’t compatible, but instead asked, “What kind of person is compatible with you?”

Yan Zhu thought for a moment and said, “An interesting one.”

Kong Fu’s eyes immediately curved: “You might be bored on this trip. Why don’t I accompany you around?”

Yan Zhu was about to agree, but A’Fu interrupted him: “No need. I will accompany Master myself.”

Kong Fu’s gaze shifted to him, staring at his face for a few breaths. He narrowed his eyes cautiously: “You do look like Wen Sucheng. Are you his son?”

“He’s my disciple,” Yan Zhu quickly explained, “He’s a little cat.”

Kong Fu’s gaze softened into a friendly smile.

But this smile made A’Fu a little displeased. He walked over, took Yan Zhu’s hand, and said, “Master, we should go now.”

“Oh, right. Otherwise, Ran Yin will be angry if he comes back and sees me wandering off.” Yan Zhu responded, then looked at Kong Fu, “If you have something to do, go do it. Don’t worry about me.”

Kong Fu spread his hands: “I came to see you anyway, what business could I have? This place is filled with demonic energy. Demonic creatures might breed here. I’ll go with you; it’ll be a good way to protect you.”

“No need,” A’Fu refused, “Master has me to protect him.”

Kong Fu raised an eyebrow: “What can you do with your level of cultivation? If a demonic beast comes, it will swallow you in one bite.”

The moment his words fell, a flash of cold light shot into his peripheral vision. He immediately raised his hand to block it, and the terrifying sword energy was instantly crushed, stirring up the surrounding demonic energy like a strong wind.

Yan Zhu was also dumbfounded. In the blink of an eye, he saw A’Fu’s sword being held by Kong Fu.

Seeing Kong Fu frown, Yan Zhu quickly stepped between the two: “What are you two suddenly doing?” He looked at A’Fu, “Why do you draw your sword at the drop of a hat? He’s my friend.”

Kong Fu chuckled, his tone slightly provocative: “Too weak.”

A’Fu’s face darkened, and killing intent flashed in his eyes, but he immediately suppressed it when he saw Yan Zhu’s displeased expression. He gently poked Yan Zhu’s waist with the sword hilt and whispered, “Master, I can protect you.”

His voice wasn’t aggrieved, and could even be described as firm, but it further touched Yan Zhu’s heart.

He immediately looked at Kong Fu differently.

“Don’t you dare speak ill of my disciple,” Yan Zhu said. “He’s still so young, and reaching this realm is already impressive!”

Kong Fu immediately choked up. He glanced at the boy with his head lowered and then at the exasperated Yan Zhu, and could only say, “I just wanted to help you out.”

“Suit yourself,” Yan Zhu folded his arms and gave him a warning glance. “Don’t bully my disciple again.”

After saying that, he pulled A’Fu and walked forward along the line on the ground. Kong Fu immediately followed, walking side by side with him.

So A’Fu was a step behind. He was thinking about something, his brows furrowed so tightly they could squeeze a fly.

When exactly did Yan Zhu meet Kong Fu? How long have they known each other? Why did he never mention it to him?

Wen Sucheng probably wouldn’t ask these questions.

“Master,” A’Fu walked next to Yan Zhu and asked softly, “Do you know who he is?”

Yan Zhu nodded: “Of course I do. He’s the one who gave me my Seven Ghost Flower.”

“Then why do you still associate with him?” A’Fu said, “If Senior Martial Uncle knew…”

“He won’t know,” Yan Zhu said proudly. “I’m very familiar with the formations on Fenxue Peak. When Kong Fu comes to visit, I secretly change them. Senior Brother won’t find out.”

A’Fu’s head was buzzing: “That formation was specifically set up to protect your safety. How can you change it arbitrarily?”

“Kong Fu won’t harm me,” Yan Zhu looked at A’Fu strangely. “You sound just like Senior Brother now.”

A’Fu pursed his lips, his voice slightly weaker: “I’m just worried about Master.”

Yan Zhu glanced at the smiling Kong Fu beside him, sighed, and had to explain to A’Fu: “Three hundred years ago, I saved his life.”

A’Fu: “…”

Three hundred years ago, wasn’t that when he stole the treasures of the Cloud-Piercing Gate? At that time, the Cloud-Piercing Gate issued a wanted poster, offering a large reward for Kong Fu’s head and the stolen treasures. Many people were looking for him at the time, and many Mingxin Sect disciples were helping, but they could never find a trace.

It turned out the person was at Fenxue Peak.

There were too many questions he wanted to ask, and A’Fu really didn’t know where to start. Finally, he gave Yan Zhu a complicated look, then walked between the two, separating them like a boundary line.

Yan Zhu didn’t care, but Kong Fu was a bit unhappy. He glanced at the child and said with a smile that wasn’t a smile, “You really care about your Master.”

A’Fu glanced at him: “After all, I’m different from you. I don’t need to sneak around to see Master.”

Kong Fu’s mouth twitched: “When did I sneak around?”

A’Fu said: “Do you dare to appear openly at Fenxue Peak?”

Kong Fu was silent for a moment. Before he could speak, he heard Yan Zhu chuckle merrily: “Of course he doesn’t dare. If he showed his face, he would definitely be beaten into a pig’s head by Senior Brother.”

A’Fu also chuckled.

It was very soft and carried no emotion, but it was inexplicably mocking, making Kong Fu’s teeth itch.

He did want to refute, but it was the truth.

He would have dared to boast if it were anyone else, but he really couldn’t beat Wen Sucheng. God knows what realm that person had reached now.

But it didn’t matter. Yan Zhu wasn’t someone who judged by strength, or he wouldn’t have divorced.

He adjusted his collar, put the smile back on his face, and his voice became gentle as water: “Do you know about a town nearby called Lingxi Town?”

Yan Zhu nodded: “I think I heard other disciples mention it. They say that place is also called the Matchmaker Town.”

Kong Fu nodded: “Many single people go to that town to find a match. Do you want to go take a look too?”

“There’s nothing good to see,” A’Fu interrupted before Yan Zhu could answer. “Most of the people who go there are fickle people looking for casual relationships. My Master would definitely look down on them.”

Yan Zhu nodded: “Monogamy is very important when two people are together.”

A’Fu looked at Kong Fu and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

Kong Fu immediately explained: “But many good matches are also made there, otherwise not so many people would go.”

Yan Zhu nodded: “Then it’s good to go and have some fun. I was just telling A’Fu that I wanted to find a few sweet-tongued people who are good at coaxing. It’s a good place to look. Anyway, I’m not being serious, so finding a few casual relationships is just right.”

Both Kong Fu and A’Fu’s expressions simultaneously froze.

No, that’s not what they meant.