Chapter 46: Dad: Dating Is Fine, but Don’t Get Pregnant Yet

The battle between Wen Tingshu and Xie Tongchen—brothers turning against each other—dragged on for a long time.

Neither dared to lose.

Neither dared to win.

They had to figure out how to lose with dignity, how to win by just the right margin, and how to give the other person a chance to get injured and act pitiful.

The thought processes of righteous cultivators were so similar that neither side could bring themselves to put away their swords.

Meng Baixu watched until he began to suffer aesthetic fatigue. The East Wind Dance Divine Sword and Fengxing Sword covered too wide an area. He could only watch from afar and could not clearly see their faces, which made the whole thing a little less interesting.

As he continued watching, he closed his eyes.

Wowo and Nangnang were calling him to eat. He should focus on that side for a moment!

The two little cubs had turned caring for Daddy into a game of house, as though they were tending to a giant cloth doll. They tucked his blanket in properly, then fanned him for a while. A moment later, they brought over a teapot and poured water into Daddy’s mouth.

The two cubs had gained experience from caring for him—

Feeding Daddy water could wake him up!

This discovery was far too interesting, causing Meng Wowo and Meng Nangnang to fight over the teapot. They crouched on either side of their father’s head, snatching it back and forth.

What filial sons.

If your father chokes to death, are the two of you going to fight over burying him one shovelful at a time too?

“Cough.”

Meng Baixu could only sit up. He picked up the two cubs, placed them on his lap, and educated them.

“I can drink water by myself. Understand?”

Meng Wowo and Meng Nangnang obediently nodded.

Meng Fuguang’s return was imminent, so Meng Baixu promptly tested the cubs on their demon lessons.

“What did you study today?”

Meng Wowo said, “Grandpa taught the Mencius!”

Meng Baixu flew into a rage. Which subordinate had taught them something so contrary to their ancestors? They clearly knew this sect leader had gone to find his father, yet they still dared obey outwardly while defying him in secret.

Meng Nangnang said, “Baby is Mencius!”

Meng Baixu: “…”

At a glance, it was obvious he had only heard the course title. The Mencius was not “Meng the person.”

Meng Baixu pinched Meng Nangnang’s soft little cheek.

You want to become a saint? Not even through the door.

He felt slightly comforted. Meng Nangnang was indeed suitable for becoming a demon.

Meng Wowo pushed his cheek forward.

Wowo wanted to be pinched too.

Meng Baixu pinched him as well. So soft, so soft. Far more entertaining than those two righteous leaders fighting over the desert.

Meng Baixu said, “Daddy is already halfway recovered. In three more days, I’ll be able to go outside. Let me test you. What is Daddy’s daddy called?”

Meng Wowo rushed to answer. “Grandpa!”

Meng Baixu said, “Correct! Daddy has two daddies. When you meet them in the future, remember to call them Grandpa.”

Meng Nangnang asked, “Where did Grandpa go?”

Meng Baixu said, “They went traveling through the jianghu. They’ll be back soon.”

Meng Baixu felt his own cheek being pinched by his father and hurriedly said, “I’m sleepy. I want to sleep. You two go outside and play.”

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Meng Fuguang pinched his son’s cheek. “What are you thinking about? You were distracted for so long.”

Meng Baixu returned to his senses and covered his face.

So strong. Next time, pinch your grandsons instead.

“Dad, are you thirsty?”

Meng Baixu took a pot of tea from a drawer inside the phoenix carriage and, without another word, brought the spout directly to Meng Fuguang’s mouth.

Meng Fuguang frowned. His son was far too filial and had no sense of moderation. Drinking like this would leave water running all over his chin.

“I’ll do it myself. Who taught you to feed people like that?”

Meng Fuguang supported the teapot.

Meng Baixu thought, I left home to find you and spent every day being fed water like this by two little brats. They treated me like a mushroom they had to water.

Meng Fuguang’s gaze suddenly sharpened. “Was it Wen Tingshu?”

Feeding someone water like this would be extremely hateful if it were done with the deliberate intention of humiliating them!

Meng Baixu said, “Huh?”

The little ones committed the crime. What did that have to do with the big one?

Meng Fuguang furrowed his brows. It was difficult to say whether Wen Tingshu, after pretending to be proper for five hundred years, possessed some unspeakable preferences. Even Xie Tongchen was occasionally somewhat perverted.

“Do you truly intend to become Dao companions with him?”

Meng Baixu blurted out, “I said I wanted to be his lover, and he spanked me!”

Meng Fuguang said, “He spanked you—”

He paused.

Forget it.

Forming a Dao companion bond did not necessarily mean being tied together for life. They could separate their registrations if they stopped liking each other.

Meng Baixu was only in his early twenties. Wanting to date—and wanting to date the strongest person—was perfectly normal.

Dating was nothing.

Just do not get pregnant yet.

Meng Baixu said, “Dad, Wen Tingshu’s hair turned white because of puppet techniques. Do you have any solution?”

Meng Fuguang asked, “Did he suffer cultivation deviation?”

Meng Baixu said, “No.”

It was because of a more complicated reason. In any case, once his father saw the surprise, he would understand.

Meng Fuguang said, “He probably can’t use the puppets anymore. If he wants his hair to turn black again, he can try drinking Fusang tree sap. It has restorative properties.”

Right!

Meng Baixu’s eyes brightened. He grabbed the ends of his own hair and examined them. They were very black. Wowo and Nangnang’s hair was also very black. Perhaps it was because he had drunk Fusang tree sap during pregnancy.

Meng Fuguang looked at the swirling sand outside, which had formed a tornado. “Are they never going to finish?”

Meng Baixu thought for a moment, took a whistle from his qiankun pouch, puffed out his cheeks, and blew it long and hard.

Sound the gong and withdraw the troops!

Hearing the whistle, Wen Tingshu and Xie Tongchen finally had a way to step down. They withdrew their swords simultaneously.

In an instant, heaven and earth cleared, revealing the light of day.

The phoenix carriage was spacious enough to seat four people with room to spare, but Wen Tingshu and Xie Tongchen tactfully remained outside.

Meng Fuguang cast Meng Baixu a sidelong glance.

Meng Baixu lifted the curtain and took two large oranges from his qiankun pouch.

“Dad, want one?”

Xie Tongchen’s thoughts surged.

After sparring with his brother, his son was now asking after his well-being.

It had all been worth it.

This was his son, Xie Tongchen’s son. From a tiny bundle in swaddling clothes, he had grown into a handsome and spirited young man.

Xie Tongchen had not raised him for even a day, yet he had grown into the best form Xie Tongchen could ever have hoped for.

He accepted the orange and somewhat clumsily asked, “You’re twenty-two this year?”

Meng Baixu said, “Almost twenty-three.”

Xie Tongchen asked, “Has the Xie family ever made things difficult for you?”

Meng Baixu said, “With Shizun there, they wouldn’t dare.”

Xie Tongchen: “…”

“My younger brother, Shouzhuo, has a son. He should be one or two years older than you. His name is Xie Jing. Have you met him?”

Meng Baixu said, “Mn.”

Xie Tongchen asked, “Do you get along well with the Xie family’s younger generation?”

Meng Baixu’s gaze wandered. “Not really.”

Xie Tongchen secretly sighed. They had grown up in different environments, so it was normal that they could not get along.

Meng Fuguang had carried the child for ten months. Xie Tongchen could not demand that Meng Baixu integrate into the Xie family.

“You grew up in Guiye City this entire time?”

“Yes.”

Meng Baixu stuffed the other orange into Shizun’s hand. Wen Tingshu peeled it, and Meng Baixu naturally took it back to eat.

“My father said he wants to return to Guiye City first. Are you going?”

Xie Tongchen had no reason not to go. He only feared that the Demon Sect’s nest might not be open to him.

Wen Tingshu silently recited Guiye City’s location like an incantation and entered it into the phoenix carriage.

The end of Meng Fuguang’s brow lifted slightly.

Meng Baixu made almost exactly the same expression. He glanced at Shizun.

This sect leader did not think he had ever revealed the location of their nest.

How did Wen Tingshu know?

Had Wen Tingshu known all along, he would have sent puppets to find him back then.

Meng Baixu felt somewhat puzzled, but with his biological father present, he did not say it aloud.

Guiye City’s entrance resembled a maze. Anyone who did not frequently return to the sect required someone to guide them.

Meng Baixu jumped down from the carriage and walked in front.

The Sect Leader’s movements had to remain impossible to predict, so the path they used did not cross ordinary sect members. That way, they would not have to fear anyone leaking the news about the two Holy Son babies.

Meng Fuguang looked at the familiar sights of Guiye City.

He had finally come home.

But the place was empty. He could not sense a single powerful Yuan Core.

He saw an enormous sandpit. It contained buckets, wooden shovels, and other objects obviously sized for children, as though children had been playing there not long ago.

Meng Fuguang could not help falling into a daze.

The toys Meng Baixu had used as a child had actually been preserved.

Could it be that because Xie Tongchen had constantly worked on construction projects while Meng Fuguang was pregnant, it had influenced the child before birth, causing little Baixu to love playing with sand?

Adorable.

Meng Fuguang’s heart softened.

Xie Tongchen also thought of it. His gaze moved between Meng Fuguang and Meng Baixu.

A wife and son, beneath a beautiful scene.

Wen Tingshu looked at all the toys, each appearing in identical pairs, and a faint smile emerged in his eyes.

Why did Wowo and Nangnang love playing with sand everywhere? Even on Hengxue Mountain, they went to Dongyang every day to play.

Hengxue Mountain was missing a sandpit.

Mn. He could also build them a wooden slide.

Meng Fuguang asked, “Where is everyone else?”

Meng Baixu said, “Hengxue Sect held a cultivation conference. They went to attend.”

Meng Fuguang frowned. A conference held by the righteous path could not possibly have pure motives. Under the pretense of further study, they would certainly urge the wicked to turn good.

Why had this group of foolish subordinates all rushed there together? Were they handing out eggs?

Xie Tongchen asked, “Why was Brother Wen willing to take the lead in holding such a grand gathering?”

Wen Tingshu said, “A gentleman seeks harmony without demanding uniformity.”

Meng Fuguang sneered.

The two righteous cultivators had come to the Demon Sect’s nest and were now putting on a grand performance.

Meng Baixu searched everywhere but could not find the Left Protector, the only person who was supposed to remain behind. He seized a guard and asked.

Only then did he learn that Auntie Mingyue missed Wowo and Nangnang, so the Left Protector had escorted her to visit them.

“Dad, the Left Protector also went to Hengxue Sect.”

Meng Fuguang angrily sat down in the grand armchair, one slender wrist resting upon the rounded armrest.

“Tell them to return and see me.”

Meng Baixu was just considering how to coax his father into going there when the restriction formation outside fluctuated.

Someone had returned!

The Left Protector?

Meng Baixu immediately sent Yu Qingfeng a private voice transmission, telling him not to reveal the existence of the Holy Sons.

Yu Qingfeng understood the young Sect Leader’s deeper meaning in only one second.

If Meng Fuguang learned about the Holy Sons now, Yu Qingfeng would have to bear all his anger alone.

If Meng Fuguang only learned after going to Hengxue Mountain, then Liu Xishi would be the one doomed.

After all, the Sect Leader had discussed the prodigal-son plan only with Liu Xishi.

The Sect Leader told him not to speak, so he would not speak.

Yu Qingfeng rushed forward and bowed deeply.

“This subordinate greets Sect Leader!”

Meng Fuguang tapped the table. “No need to rush into reminiscing. First, report how you raised my son.”

The other two righteous cultivators present were also highly interested in this subject.

Yu Qingfeng glanced from the corner of his eye at Xie Tongchen and Wen Tingshu.

Why was the Sect Leader asking such confidential matters in front of righteous cultivators?

Xie Tongchen…

How had Xie Tongchen gotten inside?!

Looking again, Yu Qingfeng sucked in a cold breath.

He seemed to know who the young Sect Leader’s father was.

So they were all family.

Yu Qingfeng immediately began speaking without pause.

“First, we discovered a jade cicada on the young Sect Leader. A cicada hides beneath the earth before astonishing everyone with a single cry. Sect Leader’s intention was clearly for us to keep a low profile. For the past twenty years, we did not continue expanding the secret realms. Everyone concealed their names and identities.”

Meng Fuguang glared at Xie Tongchen.

With the secret realms right there, what low profile?

Seeing that Meng Fuguang appeared dissatisfied, Yu Qingfeng assumed he was worried about the sect’s livelihood and explained,

“At the same time, we did not slack off. Everyone who could infiltrate the righteous path did so. There was nothing to do within the sect anyway, and this way they could collect two salaries.”

Meng Fuguang said, “…You mean that for twenty entire years, you did not develop your own sect and instead went to contribute your talents to the righteous path?”

Was the righteous path’s growth all thanks to the efforts of your undercover agents?

Yu Qingfeng felt that things were becoming slightly unfavorable.

His superior’s understanding of the matter appeared to differ slightly from his own.

Meng Fuguang inhaled deeply. “And then?”

Yu Qingfeng said, “Next, in order to cultivate a successor who would not lose to the righteous path, we specifically sent Liu Xishi to infiltrate Hengxue Sect and steal its educational secrets.”

Meng Fuguang narrowed his eyes.

“You mean you raised the next Sect Leader according to the righteous path’s methods?”

Yu Qingfeng: “…”

They had discovered the problem later, but by then, old habits were too deeply rooted to reverse.

Meng Fuguang slammed the table and stood.

“Yu Qingfeng, accept your death!”

“Sect Leader, spare me!”

Yu Qingfeng fled for his life.

Liu Xishi, you are on your own.