Chapter 6

What to do?

What else can we do? Just let it be!

Ye Jiangchuan suddenly stood up and decided to go find his father, Ye Ruoshui.

In such a big matter, he could only seek his father’s help.

With the memories of his past life, Ye Jiangchuan was truly puzzled by his father, Ye Ruoshui.

Five concubines, thirteen children—Ye Ruoshui was like a sowing machine, yet he showed no affection for any of his wives, treating them all with indifference.

However, he was the pillar of the family. Without his monthly salary of two and a half spirit stones, the family would have starved to death long ago.

Yet, he had never been seen doing anything, essentially taking his salary for nothing.

Strangely, the other households, including the main wife, had no resentment towards him and even showed him a mysterious respect.

Ye Ruoshui had a frenzy of children in recent years, reaching thirteen, and then suddenly stopped.

For the past seven or eight years, he hadn’t had any more children!

Moreover, he spent less than a month at home each year. After the New Year, he would disappear again, only returning for major events like spring plowing or autumn harvest.

Despite his father’s erratic behavior, his mother seemed to understand completely. None of the five concubines said a word, letting him come and go as he pleased.

In fact, the household was managed by the main wife.

She was fair and strict, and the family functioned well even without the father.

Ye Jiangchuan had always been puzzled by this, but back then, he had no power and was just a dazed and foolish boy.

These things seemed strange, but he had put them aside, focusing on collecting spiritual energy.

Now, things were different. With the ability to trace his origins, he had the means to care about these matters.

On the first day of the lunar month, he obtained the ability to trace his origins. On the second day, he studied it all day. Now, on the third day, Ye Jiangchuan left early, before dawn. The red lantern, indicating his father’s presence, was lit in the fifth concubine’s courtyard.

Ye Jiangchuan went there but didn’t knock rashly. His father was probably still asleep, so he waited outside.

He was calm and steady, almost wooden, a personality formed from years of pretending to be a fool.

Finally, as dawn broke, the lantern was taken down, and the gate opened. Ye Jiangchuan waited another fifteen minutes before approaching.

He knocked, and the door was opened by Chun Tao, the fifth concubine’s personal maid. She was surprised to see Ye Jiangchuan as the first visitor.

"Stupid boy, what are you doing here?"

Chun Tao’s voice was slightly hoarse, her steps unsteady, and her legs seemed misaligned. Her face was flushed.

Ye Jiangchuan sighed inwardly. Servants who engaged in illicit affairs without marriage would be expelled from the Ye family, and in severe cases, even thrown into a pig cage.

Chun Tao’s condition was so obvious; his father and the fifth concubine were really playing around...

"I’ve come to see my father!"

"Stupid boy, you can speak? What do you want to see the master for...?"

Chun Tao was quite talkative, refusing to open the door, her words laced with disdain.

"Did Third Lady send you? Haha, is she worried the master won’t go to her tonight?"

"Since you’re a fool, the master won’t scold you. Is Third Lady afraid the master won’t visit her tonight?"

"Hahaha, I get it, that must be it."

Third Lady was Ye Jiangchuan’s mother. Though she didn’t treat him well, she was still his mother, and outsiders shouldn’t insult her.

Ye Jiangchuan glanced at her, using his special ability. Only he could see the illusory tavern that appeared around him.

But it didn’t fully materialize, remaining half-real, half-illusory. He looked at Chun Tao with this gaze.

This was a technique he had developed. This gaze used to make people sweat!

A few days ago, Ah Jiu had almost been scared to wet himself, and the power was so strong that Ye Jiangchuan had to pretend to be crazy to dispel the strangeness.

Chun Tao, seeing Ye Jiangchuan’s gaze, which seemed to come from another world, trembled. Even though she kept telling herself:

"Don’t be afraid, he’s a fool!"

She still felt an inexplicable fear, her teeth chattering. Suddenly, she felt a chill and wet herself!

Drip, drip, the water fell.

Chun Tao screamed and ran back into the courtyard.

Ye Jiangchuan smiled coldly. He had taught her a lesson for his mother.

He didn’t enter but waited outside. Soon, another maid, Qiu Xing, came out to greet him.

He glanced at her and sighed. She too had unsteady legs and walked with difficulty...

The fifth concubine was really willing to go to great lengths to win favor.

Led by Qiu Xing, Ye Jiangchuan entered the living room and sat down to wait.

After a while, his father, Ye Ruoshui, slowly walked out.

He wore a white robe, with sharp features and a handsome appearance, looking like a young man in his late twenties, not a man approaching forty.

His face was ruddy, and he seemed full of energy and happy.

He sat down, and the fifth concubine appeared, offering him a cup of tea with a gentle expression.

Ye Jiangchuan bowed to them. Ye Ruoshui took a sip of tea and nodded, saying, "Get a cup for Little Seventeen too."

The fifth concubine hesitated but then brewed a cup of tea, reluctantly handing it over.

"You’re lucky, stupid boy. This is Ice Foam Tea, specially requested for the master. There’s less than an ounce, and it’s a spirit tea!"

Hearing about spirit tea, Ye Jiangchuan’s eyes lit up.

Ye Ruoshui’s expression darkened, and he said, "No more calling him a stupid boy. Little Seventeen is Little Seventeen, my son.

Fifth Concubine, don’t say that again!"

His tone was slow but firm. The fifth concubine immediately lowered her head and said, "Yes, Master, I was wrong. I won’t do it again."

Ye Ruoshui looked at Ye Jiangchuan and said, "Seventeen, you wouldn’t come to me unless something was wrong. What is it?"

"Did your mother send you to ask if I’ll visit her tonight?"

There was no hint of treating Ye Jiangchuan as a fool in his words.

A father’s heart is always with his child, and Ye Jiangchuan felt a warmth in his heart.

He slowly said, "Father, I have something to ask you."

His voice was calm and steady, unwavering.

In a family of thirteen children, he couldn’t call his father “Dad” like in the countryside. He could only call him “Father.”

In the past, without his special ability, he had to pretend to be a fool. Now, with the ability to trace his origins, he didn’t have to anymore and could make some changes.

Ye Ruoshui smiled at Ye Jiangchuan, his eyes bright. "Speak!"

"Father, I want to change my cultivation lineage. I want to cultivate the 'Mountain Moving and Peak Replacing Technique'!"

Before Ye Ruoshui could respond, the fifth concubine shouted, "Stupid... Ah, Little Seventeen, some scoundrel must have tricked you.

The 'Mountain Moving and Peak Replacing Technique' is a waste of a technique. Whoever cultivates it will go mad. Don’t fall for it; you’ll die!"

Her words were rapid, laced with concern.

The fifth concubine, though she used some tricks to win favor, was not a bad person at heart.

Ye Ruoshui also frowned, thinking someone had tricked his foolish son.

Ye Jiangchuan looked at Ye Ruoshui and said firmly, "Father, I want to change my cultivation!

I want to cultivate the 'Mountain Moving and Peak Replacing Technique'!

I’ve been cultivating the 'Wood Leaf Condensing Essence Technique' for five years with no progress, only reaching the second level of body refinement.

So, I want to change to the 'Mountain Moving and Peak Replacing Technique'!

No one has influenced me; it’s my own decision!

Please, Father, grant me this!"

He bowed.

Ye Ruoshui didn’t answer immediately. He took a sip of spirit tea, looked at Ye Jiangchuan, his eyes sharp.

Ye Jiangchuan met his gaze, unwavering.

They stared at each other for several breaths before Ye Ruoshui nodded and said, "Stand up, I understand."

He glanced at the fifth concubine, who immediately understood and fetched his jade seal.

Ye Ruoshui took the seal and wrote a letter but didn’t give it to Ye Jiangchuan. Instead, he said solemnly, "Seventeen, listen carefully!"

"You used to be dazed and could be called a fool. No matter what, I protected you. When you turn eighteen, you don’t have to leave the White Flag Ye Family to join the army and fight.

You can live in the Ye Family for life, carefree, with clothes to wear and food to eat, enjoying a life of ease.

If you change your cultivation, you will no longer enjoy the clan’s benefits. When you turn eighteen or reach the seventh level of body refinement, you must follow the clan rules, join the army, and fight for the human race.

Do you know that the Third Lady’s son, whom you once hit, died in Li Qianhu last year because of a rash advance? His body was never found, probably eaten by the wolfmen. It’s inauspicious, so his death wasn’t announced.

So, think carefully. This letter will decide your life!

You’re no longer a fool and can’t live a peaceful life in the Ye Family anymore!"

He raised the letter.

"Take this and go to the second house’s scripture hall to exchange for the secret technique.

But once you go, you can never return to this life!"

Ye Jiangchuan smiled, took the letter, and said, "I was never a fool!

Thank you, Father!"

Ye Ruoshui laughed heartily. "My son is indeed not a fool. I knew it, I knew it!"

He looked at the fifth concubine and said, "Spread the word. No one in the third house is allowed to call my son a stupid boy anymore!"

The fifth concubine replied, "Yes, Master."

Ye Jiangchuan put away the letter, took the tea cup, and drank the spirit tea in one gulp, swallowing the leaves as well.

The scalding tea and leaves went down his throat.

This was spirit tea, so he couldn’t let it go to waste, no matter how hot it was.

He then said, "Father, I’m leaving!"

His voice was slightly hoarse from the heat...

Seeing Ye Jiangchuan’s action, Ye Ruoshui was taken aback and smiled bitterly. A fool was still a fool, and he didn’t know what to say.

Suddenly, he thought of something and said, "Right, Little Seventeen, what’s your name again?"

Ye Jiangchuan was speechless. His father was still so absent-minded. He called him Little Seventeen because he had long forgotten his name.

"Father, you gave me my name. I’m called Ye Jiangchuan!"

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