My Dad Came to See Me

A strange sense of betrayal welled up inside her, and Shen Chaoyue gave him a cold look.

There was grievance, confusion, and the sharp sting of “betrayal” in her eyes.

Su Ye was screaming with admiration in his heart: Little Junior Sister's acting is absolutely superb! It's just... why didn't she follow the script? Did she change her lines?

Suguang was slightly startled by her sudden cold gaze.

He had initially felt an inexplicable sense of goodwill toward Shen Chaoyue, but now her look made his skin crawl.

He hesitated for a moment before asking cautiously, “Fellow Daoist Shen, is there a problem?”

Shen Chaoyue withdrew her gaze, her tone freezing. “If you are unwilling, then so be it. I hope you do not regret this!”

Yun Yanchen took a step forward. His gaze lingered on Suguang for a moment, his tone aloof. “Since Fellow Daoist has already found a place, we shall not disturb you. However, the threshold of the Heavenly Origin Sect is not something just anyone can hope to climb anyway.”

Without waiting for Suguang's response, he half-embraced Shen Chaoyue, and they turned to leave.

Suguang watched their retreating figures, the groundless goodwill in his heart cooling down bit by bit.

When that fairy had offered him the pill, his heart had indeed skipped a beat—not for the pill, but for her.

But Shen Chaoyue's volatile, cold gaze, combined with Yun Yanchen's condescending scrutiny, made him feel thoroughly uncomfortable.

He withdrew his gaze, suddenly recalling something his senior sister had told him: some people's kindness comes with a price tag; if you can't afford it, they won't give it to you for free.

Up in the tree, Xue Mingzhao rested her chin on her hand, falling into deep thought.

In the original book, the female lead never had to actively search for opportunities; all good things would deliver themselves to her doorstep.

This time, because Suguang had actively sought out the Grand Primordium Sect and she couldn't wait any longer, had she actually run out to find him herself?

Last time at that cave in the Qingyu Mystic Realm, she had also actively sought it out.

Xue Mingzhao pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

However, Suguang's performance today was truly a massive, pleasant surprise.

It seemed the characters in the book weren't just puppets on strings; they had their own thoughts and wouldn't blindly follow the plot.

In an excellent mood, Xue Mingzhao quietly slipped around from behind the tree, pretending she had just returned from the medicinal pill shop. She trotted over, deliberately panting for breath. “Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting! The owner of that pill shop was way too talkative; he dragged me into a conversation for ages.”

Su Ye marveled inwardly: Little Junior Sister's Formless Art is just too seamless!

The moment Suguang saw Xue Mingzhao, his eyes lit up instantly. He happily called out, “Senior Sister!” The bizarre little interlude from earlier was immediately cast to the back of his mind, completely forgotten.

The three of them strolled around the market town for a bit before returning to the sect.

...

With the sect's expansion, the location of the original cemetery was too awkward. Squeezed right between the training rooms and the dining hall, the ancestors probably couldn't sleep peacefully with the daily aroma of food wafting over.

Xue Mingzhao picked a quiet mountain peak in the back mountains and made the final decision to name it the Myriad Ancestors' Ruins, specifically to house the graves of the sect's past ancestors.

After all, now that their conditions had improved, they couldn't forget their roots.

Once the cemetery, the tomb-guarding formation, and the stone worship platform in the ruins were all set up, Su Mingyuan picked an auspicious day and led all the sect disciples to respectfully relocate the ancestors' graves to the Myriad Ancestors' Ruins.

Xue Mingzhao and Su Ye held the remains of the Nameless Sword Venerable in both hands, personally digging a grave by the edge of the Tranquil Cliff in the Myriad Ancestors' Ruins and carefully burying him.

The two of them stood side by side and earnestly kowtowed three times.

Previously, the sect had been dirt-poor and couldn't find a suitable place to lay his remains to rest. Now, they had finally found a stable resting place for this senior predecessor.

Right in the middle of their worship, an outer sect disciple hurriedly ran up from the bottom of the mountain, leaning in close to Su Mingyuan to report in a low voice, “Sect Master, someone is requesting an audience outside the mountain gate.”

Su Mingyuan didn't even raise his eyebrows. “Who?”

The disciple replied, “The visitor calls himself Li An.”

The moment those words fell, a figure suddenly bolted out from the crowd.

Li Buqi hadn't seen his beloved Liu Ruyan for two whole months. He had been completely listless every day, unable to muster energy for anything, looking like a frost-bitten eggplant.

Hearing the name “Li An” out of the blue, his eyes lit up like lightbulbs. He leaped forward two steps in excitement and yelled at the top of his lungs, “It's my dad! My dad came up the mountain to see me!”

Su Mingyuan's brow instantly furrowed into a tight knot, the disgust in his eyes practically overflowing. His tone dropped by eight degrees. “Take him to the main hall to wait. I will go over after I finish the worship.”

How could Li Buqi wait? He was already about to dash down the mountain. “Then I'll go to the main hall to meet my dad first!”

Before he could take a step, Su Mingyuan quietly shot a glance at Qi Wuyang beside him.

Qi Wuyang understood instantly. She took a step forward, reached out, and grabbed Li Buqi by the scruff of his neck, holding him firmly in place like a little chick so he couldn't budge.

Li Buqi immediately blew a fuse, twisting his body and struggling with all his might as he howled, “Su Mingyuan! You're the Sect Master and an elder, how can you be so unreasonable! Why are you stopping me from meeting my own father?”

Seeing that he couldn't budge even after struggling for a long time, he began to make threats. “If you keep stopping me, I'll leave the sect! I'll go down the mountain and never come back!”

Realizing Su Mingyuan remained expressionless and completely unfazed, he immediately softened his voice and began to act spoiled. “Master~ Just let me see my dad once. After I see him, I promise I'll obediently return to the mountain to cultivate and never run around! I swear!”

When begging failed, he started muttering sarcastically, “I think you just can't bear to let go of a genius disciple like me, so you plan to lock me on this mountain as cheap labor for the rest of my life!”

Using both soft and hard tactics to no avail, Li Buqi grew frantic. Stiffening his neck, he yelled, “If you still won't let me go, I... I'll... I'll go on a hunger strike! I'll starve myself until you agree!”

Qi Wuyang's head throbbed from his shouting. Lazy to waste any more words with him, she raised her hand and chopped him on the back of his neck, instantly restoring peace to the world.

She hoisted the unconscious Li Buqi like a sack of potatoes, turned around, and dragged him toward the firewood shed in the back mountain.

Xue Mingzhao and Su Ye exchanged a knowing look, both seeing the same words in each other's eyes: Something is fishy.

The moment the disciple reported Li An's name, Xue Mingzhao had seen it clearly—the disgust on her master's face was completely unmasked, without even a hint of pretense.

Normally, even if her third senior brother caused all kinds of trouble and courted death daily, Su Mingyuan would at most glare and scold him. This was the first time she had ever seen such intense aversion.

The two of them didn't make a sound. They quietly followed the crowd through the rest of the worship process, and while everyone was packing up, they slipped away unnoticed.

After taking a detour, they sneaked up to the outside of the main hall, pressing themselves against a pillar and poking their heads out to peek inside.

Just what kind of background did this Li An have?

To make their master despise him to this extent?