As long as Chu Jun was there, he could sleep exceptionally deeply. Ning Buwei had long noticed this, but hadn’t paid much attention to it.

He had always thought it was because Chu Jun was particularly reassuring, after all, Venerable Jinghe had extraordinarily high cultivation, was beautiful and kind-hearted. But now it seemed, it was very likely that when Chu Jun had originally given him a strand of life force, and had worked tirelessly to help him expand his sea of consciousness and reshape his bones, he had developed a natural dependence and trust toward Chu Jun’s spiritual power and even his entire being.

The beauty was real, but the kind heart was not necessarily so.

To cultivate the Path of Slaughter to the Hinayana stage, to dare change paths and re-cultivate at Hinayana cultivation, with mediocre mixed spiritual roots yet able to survive in the cultivation world for over a thousand years and become a Venerable – such a person, no matter how one thought about it, had nothing to do with being kind-hearted, gentle, or easy to bully.

Even if he was truly angry, truly wanted to give someone the cold shoulder, but this cunning old schemer, as soon as he showed weakness in front of him, he would uncontrollably soften his heart.

Moreover, regardless of what Chu Jun’s original intentions were, he, Ning Buwei, had indeed given away a strand of his life force, and had been saved by him more than once…

Ning Buwei silently sighed.

Most importantly, although this old fellow’s thoughts were frighteningly deep, he was just blinded by lust and beauty – he truly cherished this person quite a bit.

“What could make you so troubled?” Chu Jun’s voice came from above his head.

“Trou~bled~” Ning Xiu lay on his father’s chest, seriously repeating Chu Jun’s words, and even imitated Ning Buwei’s sighing in a proper manner, “Sigh~”

“Sigh, troubled about when my son will grow up.” Ning Buwei sighed with a straight face, patting Ning Xiu’s small head, “Cultivators my age have already become great-grandfathers, their great-grandsons even have great-grandsons.”

“Da?” Ning Xiu raised his head to look at his father, biting down on Ning Buwei’s fingertip.

“Let go, be careful not to chip your teeth.” Ning Buwei raised an eyebrow.

Ning Xiu grinned and smiled, covering Ning Buwei’s hand with drool, then was disgustedly picked up and moved aside by his father.

Chu Jun took out a handkerchief to wipe Ning Xiu’s drool.

Although cleansing techniques were useful most of the time, both he and Ning Buwei rarely used them on Ning Xiu. Both held the mysterious belief that “frequent use of spells is bad for children’s health,” and had strangely reached this consensus without even discussing it.

Ning Xiu obediently sat on the blanket playing with the small handkerchief Chu Jun had casually handed him, while Chu Jun looked toward Ning Buwei, who was drooping his eyelids and wanting to go back to sleep, saying calmly, “If you really mind, I won’t tell you in the future.”

“No need, go ahead.” Ning Buwei pulled Ning Xiu, who was trying to burrow into the blanket, back out, saying breezily, “It’s not like it’s anything important.”

Acting as magnanimous as possible.

Chu Jun nodded and said, “When I first gave you life force to expand your sea of consciousness and reshape your bones, I indeed planned to kill you to break my fate tribulation after you grew up.”

Ning Buwei appeared calm on the surface, but actually barely restrained himself from drawing his Suzaku knife to strike Chu Jun’s head, smiling without warmth. “…Oh.”

Chu Jun looked at him with complex emotions and squeezed his palm.

Back then, when Zhuozhi Zhenren asked him to change paths, he refused, but when he cultivated to the Hinayana stage, he fell into a bottleneck and couldn’t advance for a long time. He originally wanted to divine his fortune to see how to succeed, but unexpectedly calculated a great inauspicious fate tribulation. He thought of many methods, but none could guarantee absolute safety.

Later, when he went to the swamp wasteland to help Hao Zheng eliminate demons, feeling uneasy, he divined again, and the result became an unrelated great auspicious destined person, immediately followed by Ninth Heaventh Profound Thunder striking down to destroy his dao heart.

When Ning Gu brought him back to Chen City, he thought the fate tribulation had passed, but when he looked again, the tribulation had become more fierce, almost a certain death omen.

He naturally wanted to live. It happened that Ning Gu didn’t want his thanks, and mentioned his newborn son, so he went along with it and offered to take a look.

The first time he saw this child, he had no intention of saving him – signs of early death, weak fate, wouldn’t live past a full month.

But the way Ning Gu and Li Xiaohan looked at him like a last lifeline made him very uncomfortable. The dying little cub nestled in his arms, breathing weakly, and met his gaze.

His mind raced with calculations. Rather than wait for an unknown fate tribulation, it would be better to prepare in advance. So he readily agreed to expand Ning Chengfeng’s sea of consciousness and reshape his bones, even willing to give away a strand of his life force.

In the future, this fate tribulation would inevitably fall upon this little cub. He only needed to kill the other party when the tribulation came, and whether it was karma or calamity, they would be even.

For this, he occasionally paid attention to Ning Chengfeng’s movements – he could walk, could run, could talk, but his body was still weak, needing to eat a Nine-Leaf Lotus every month for nourishment… even when bored, he would secretly go to Chen City to check that the little cub was still alive.

Who knew that after he entered the Dark Domain for training, the little cub’s family was destroyed.

At this time, he had thought about bringing Ning Chengfeng to his side, but feared that raising him nearby would make him unable to bear killing him in the end, so he abandoned this plan and even began deliberately reducing his attention to Ning Chengfeng.

His dao heart reconstruction kept failing, and the fate tribulation could fall at any time. He decided to act early and resolve this hidden danger.

Everything went smoothly. He thought he had calculated perfectly, that not raising Ning Chengfeng by his side would allow him to cleanly break the fate tribulation, but he still overestimated himself.

When they met in the Fuluo secret realm, not only did he fail to act, but he even rescued the person, and then things ran wildly in an uncontrollable direction. He even rashly helped transfer the person’s heart demon to himself.

Afterward, he honestly went into seclusion to cultivate the Path of Tranquility for five hundred years. Just when he was about to completely forget about Ning Chengfeng, Ning Xiu swaggered into his sea of consciousness…

Ning Buwei recalled how he had previously sworn he would help him break the fate tribulation, and wanted to crack open his own skull to see what mush was inside.

Chu Jun was indeed there for him – just not in the way he had originally understood.

He stared at Chu Jun with an unfriendly expression. “So when did you start abandoning this idea?”

Chu Jun was about to speak when Ning Buwei rudely interrupted. “Don’t tell me a single Fuluo flower made you give up the idea of breaking the fate tribulation through death.”

How could a mere flower that allowed him to reconstruct his dao heart make Chu Jun abandon years of scheming?

“Or are you still thinking that if all else fails, you’ll break the fate tribulation through death and find another father for Ning Xiu?” He paused, looking at Chu Jun with increasingly terrifying eyes, grinning wickedly. “Surnamed Chu, although my cultivation isn’t as good as yours, I still have the ability to drag you down with me.”

Chu Jun, who had no chance to answer: “…………”

The more Ning Buwei spoke, the more annoyed he became. He pulled open his collar: “I almost forgot, you also sealed a part of my memory. Truly worthy of Venerable Jinghe, no matter what you do, it’s watertight.”

Although Chu Jun had revealed everything, although he had mentally prepared himself, knowing that he had been calculated by Chu Jun since before he was even a full month old, and that the calculation involved his life, Ning Buwei still felt aggrieved.

He hadn’t begged this surname Chu to save him!

From beginning to end, Chu Jun was just using him!

He even dared to seal his memory, treating him, Ning Buwei, as some amusing little toy!

Ning Buwei’s anger flared, and he raised his hand to dissolve the dao contract connecting them.

Chu Jun’s face changed, and he quickly grabbed Ning Buwei’s wrist. “Chengfeng, you promised me you wouldn’t dissolve the dao contract.”

Ning Buwei shook off his hand and got up to leave. Chu Jun’s voice immediately followed, “You also promised not to run away from home.”

He suddenly turned around and looked at Chu Jun angrily.

His fist, with bulging veins, stopped in front of Chu Jun’s eyes. Ning Buwei took a deep breath, grabbed his front and pulled him into his arms, kissing him fiercely. The taste of rust in his mouth became increasingly heavy. After a long while, he finally let him go.

“I’ll fucking kill you sooner or later!” He said through gritted teeth to Chu Jun.

Make this surname Chu cry and beg for mercy, unable to get out of bed!

Ning Buwei rarely used such crude language. Chu Jun wisely didn’t refute him, keeping his hand on his waist and saying calmly, “Anger harms the body.”

His appearance of being calm and without emotional fluctuation made Ning Buwei even more furious. If this face wasn’t too good-looking for him to bear damaging, he would have punched him long ago.

Ning Buwei sneered. “I’m not angry at all. Such a trivial matter isn’t worth my anger. Why would I be angry with an old thing like you!”

Chu Jun’s eyes dimmed slightly. “You really do mind.”

Ning Buwei scoffed. “Ha, there are plenty of young and handsome male cultivators in the seventeen states. I just need to beckon and they’ll flock to my arms in groups. You’re just taking advantage of the fact that I like you.”

Chu Jun looked at him with suddenly profound eyes, his hand on his waist slowly releasing crimson spiritual power, slowly and imperceptibly spreading throughout Ning Buwei’s body, binding his wrists and ankles, as if ready to devour him at any moment. “What did you say?”

Ning Buwei watched with a calm expression as the formation behind Chu Jun grew larger and larger, grinning wickedly. “I said—”

“Like you~” A soft, cute voice interrupted the escalating provocation and anger between the two.

Ning Buwei and Chu Jun simultaneously turned their heads sharply.

They saw Ning Xiu sitting obediently inside the bed, tilting his head curiously as he looked at them both. Seeing them looking at him, he said seriously in his childish voice. “Mother~ Father~ Kiss kiss~ Angry, kiss kiss~ Not allowed, okay~”

Ah Song said that good children shouldn’t get angry randomly~

The two people who had completely forgotten their son was nearby: “…………”

Ning Xiu looked at the wound on Chu Jun’s mouth with confusion and unhappiness, looking toward Ning Buwei. “Father~ Can’t~ bully~ Mother~”

It’s all bleeding!

Ning Buwei suddenly sobered up from his anger, slapping his palm over Ning Xiu’s small face and scolding embarrassedly. “What are children looking at!”

“Da~” This slap was a bit forceful, and Ning Xiu fell backward directly onto the bed, like a little turtle on its back, unable to get up no matter how hard he tried, so he had to ask Chu Jun for help. “Mother~”

Chu Jun reached out and gently helped him up.

Ning Xiu tilted his head and said seriously, “Mother~ Ears~ Red red~”

“……” Chu Jun unintentionally let go of the hand supporting him.

Ning Xiu, who was once again on his back on the bed: “Da?”