Chapter 2111: Father's Love is as Heavy as a Mountain

Inside the Dong Fu, the noisy argument between Zuo Jue and his father was deafening, as if the entire Dong Fu were about to be overturned by them.

Although a powerful formation surrounded the Dong Fu, which should have firmly contained this Línglì fluctuation, the formation now seemed unable to withstand such violent impact, constantly trembling, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Outside the Dong Fu, hundreds of attendants stood silently, each with eyes watching nose, nose watching heart, seemingly oblivious to the clamor inside the Dong Fu.

Their faces showed not the slightest ripple, as if none of this had anything to do with them.

Yet, from their occasional exchanged glances, it could be seen that they actually knew full well what was happening inside the Dong Fu.

Inside the Dong Fu, everything was in disarray, various items thrown everywhere, with shards of pottery and overturned incense burners still littering the ground.

Zuo Jue stood in the center, eyes wide with anger, his face full of indignation.

His father stood opposite him, equally furious, waving the whip in his hand through the air, making a "pa-pa" sound.

"Do you want to beat me to death?"

Zuo Jue's voice was filled with anger and grievance; this was probably the first time he had ever been so violently beaten by his father since childhood.

Of course, he also knew in his heart that his father would not really strike a killing blow, after all, given his father's strength and cultivation, a single finger could easily crush him.

Indeed, even a vicious tiger does not eat its own cub, let alone Zuo Jue being his only son, who had been his father's treasure since childhood.

But one thing is one thing—although he couldn't be killed, a beating was still possible.

Especially since this unfilial son dared to glare at him angrily at this moment, it made Zuo Fu's anger blaze, and he couldn't help shouting angrily.

"Unfilial son, you still don't know your mistake."

"Where have I gone wrong?"

Zuo Jue retorted without showing weakness, his chest heaving violently, obviously the anger in his heart also continually rising.

"You…… I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son."

Zuo Fu trembled with rage all over, his whip waving more fiercely in the air. Speaking, he took a sudden step forward, like a furious male lion, lunging straight at Zuo Jue.

Seeing his father come at him like a hungry tiger pouncing on prey, Zuo Jue's mind flashed with countless thoughts in an instant, but ultimately his body reacted before his mind—run.

However, Zuo Jue also knew clearly in his heart that, given the enormous gap in strength between them, how could he possibly outrun his own father?

Indeed, as expected, he had barely taken a few steps when his father instantly pressed him to the ground like Mount Tai pressing an egg, followed by a violent storm of "fatherly love as heavy as mountains."

After the intense argument, Zuo Fu's emotions finally gradually calmed down.

He looked at Zuo Jue's indignant face before him, gave a cold snort, expressionless, and asked.

"You say the food of the Dao One Immortal Sect is really that delicious?"

Zuo Jue stuck out his neck, responding without showing weakness.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Seeing this, Zuo Fu's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, and his voice turned even colder.

"Do you want to try again?"

Zuo Jue's heart gave a thump, realizing his father was serious; he quickly put aside his stubborn demeanor and obediently began to explain.

"Father, I'm not lying to you—Ye Zhangqing's cooking skill, I dare say, is unmatched in the Immortal Realm; if I could eat his meals every day, let alone being a menial disciple in the canteen, even if I were to take him as my master, I would do so willingly."

Zuo Fu heard Zuo Jue's words, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if thinking about something. Evidently, he still harbored doubts about Zuo Jue's statement, after all, this brat had not been without a history of talking nonsense and spouting tall tales; who knows whether what he said this time is true or false?

In short, Zuo Jue's credibility in his father's heart is extremely low.

However, faced with his son's firm guarantee, Zuo Fu, after some deliberation, still decided to stay temporarily to observe the situation.

After all, hearing is false, seeing is believing.

But when Zuo Fu voiced his idea, he was met with Zuo Jue's outright refusal.

"What? You also want to eat? That's absolutely impossible."

Zuo Jue's tone was unusually firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing this, Zuo Fu's eyes widened instantly, his face full of anger, his hand seemingly beginning to itch, as if he might slap Zuo Jue at any moment.

Seeing this, Zuo Jue's heart tightened involuntarily; he instinctively stepped back a step, then hurriedly explained.

"The food in the canteen is specially prepared for members of our Dao One Immortal Sect; you're not a disciple of our sect, so naturally you can't have it."

"Bullshit."

Zuo Fu was furious beyond endurance.

"In this Immortal Realm, is there any food I can't eat?"

"You must not resort to violence."

Seeing the situation turn bad, Zuo Jue quickly shouted.

"I am now a disciple of the Dao One Immortal Sect."

Who would have thought, Zuo Jue's remark instead acted like pouring oil on the fire, making Zuo Fu's anger blaze even more fiercely.

Zuo Fu trembled with rage all over, his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at Zuo Jue, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Finally, under Zuo Fu's "education of love," Zuo Jue finally yielded, promising to think of a way to help his father also get to eat the canteen's food.

Thus, Zuo Jue at last managed to escape disaster.

Only when it was noon the next day did Zuo Jue leave the Dong Fu under his father's icy gaze, heading straight for the canteen.

Upon reaching the canteen, Zuo Jue did not, like others, immediately line up to get food, but went straight to the canteen kitchen.

He stood at the kitchen door, somewhat anxiously waiting, occasionally glancing inside, as if expecting someone's appearance.

After a while, he finally saw Ye Zhangqing walk out of the fire room.

Seeing this, Zuo Jue hurried forward, putting on a fawning smile and shouting.

"Brother Ye."

However, upon hearing Zuo Jue's call, Ye Zhangqing did not respond as enthusiastically as he had expected.

On the contrary, Ye Zhangqing looked at Zuo Jue with a suspicious expression, questioning him.

Huh? Who's your big brother?

Zuo Jue obviously hadn't expected Ye Zhangqing to react like that; he froze for a moment, then hurriedly explained.

You are my real older brother.

He said it while plastering a smile all over his face, which was utterly obsequious.

Seeing Zuo Jue like that, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, but he didn't dwell on the matter of the title.

He thought, this kid must want something again; otherwise why would he suddenly become so earnest?

So Ye Zhangqing simply asked directly.

What do you need from me?

Seeing Ye Zhangqing ask, Zuo Jue hurriedly laid out his purpose in full detail.

He told Ye Zhangqing that his father had heard the canteen's food was delicious and wanted to try it, so he hoped Ye Zhangqing could help arrange it.

Zuo Jue said this while continually rubbing his hands, appearing somewhat uneasy.