Chapter 14: The Traditional Virtues of Luoyue Peak

"Senior Brother, please stop being angry. I've already apologized, why won't you forgive me yet?"

"Senior Brother, do you really need me to jump off from here for you to believe in my sincere heart!?"

"Senior Brother! It's such a small matter, do you really think it's worth all this?"

"Fine, fine, fine, I admit it's all my fault, is that enough?"

"If you insist on thinking of me that way, there's nothing I can do."

"Senior Brother, how did you become like this? You weren't like this before."

……

Ren Yidao chattered incessantly, bombarding Jian Xinxin's ears, circling around him in the room to provide three-hundred-sixty-degree surround sound with no blind spots.

"Senior Brother, say something, Senior Brother!"

Jian Xinxin's dark circles deepened; hunched over the desk, his entire figure looked even more stooped.

Finally, after finishing the last stroke, he let out a sigh.

"Sigh……"

"Hey! Senior Brother, you're willing to talk! *Cough! *"

Ren Yidao, already starting to feel bored, immediately leaned in, only to be pushed back by a scroll.

Ugh!

"Cough cough, what is this?"

Pulling away the painting scroll that had thumped against his chest, Ren Yidao's expression returned to seriousness.

The painting did not depict the woman Jian Xinxin had been painting incessantly, but a shy young girl sitting in a pavilion with a sorrowful look on her face.

"Yu Yu?"

"Take it to her for protection."

Without looking up, Jian Xinxin continued to hunch over the desk, brush moving, and said without turning his head:

"As her Senior Brother, I have nothing else to give her, and I can't help much on a daily basis, so let this painting serve as a greeting gift."

Not standing on ceremony with Jian Xinxin, Ren Yidao accepted it directly for his adopted daughter, then joked:

"Senior Brother, this is naked favoritism toward our Junior Sister."

"Junior Sister is a treasure, but so is your Junior Brother; I recall you didn't give me anything for protection back then."

Jian Xinxin stopped his movements, raised his head to look at his Junior Brother with a complex expression, and said faintly:

"I did."

？

Jian Xinxin said:

"At that time, your cultivation technique hadn't even entered the threshold, and you had no Dharma Power to activate a Storage Bag, so I just had Senior Sister Jing deliver it to you."

"Looking at it now…… hmm, it fits my understanding of her very well."

As he spoke, Jian Xinxin glanced at the sleeve where Ren Yidao had tucked the scroll, sighed, and silently withdrew his gaze.

He said nothing, but Ren Yidao read his eyes.

"Senior Brother, you don't understand me at all; how could I do the same things as Senior Sister!"

Ren Yidao indignantly declared the difference between himself and the tumor of Luoyue Peak!

Jian Xinxin looked at him and nodded.

Yes.

You might not be able to do the things Jing Yueqin does, but the things you do are even more excessive than hers……

What kind of Junior Brother drags his Senior Brother into endless, day-and-night conversations for no reason?

"……"

From then on, no matter what Ren Yidao said, Jian Xinxin stopped responding.

He had directly sealed his sense of hearing!

Seeing there was no more fun to be had, Ren Yidao took the hint and left.

Passing through the darkness, Ren Yidao returned to the mountainside of Luoyue Peak and saw Yu Yu waiting by a crystal pillar, lost in a daze.

Well, it was hard to say she was just in a daze.

Because the young girl was hugging a crystal pillar with glowing eyes, wishing she could press her entire body against it.

*Cuddle. *

"Is it because of that Dragon Scale?"

The dragon race loves wealth…… but shouldn't that be for giant dragons?

After thinking about it, Ren Yidao could only categorize this phenomenon as the young girl's love for shiny objects.

To some extent, women and giant dragons are two very similar creatures.

Never mind whether it's a gemstone, crystal, or gold coin…… as long as it meets two conditions, it's good.

It's valuable, and it's pretty.

Often, it's enough if it just meets the "valuable" criteria.

If this bag is expensive but ugly, then the designer must have had a special vision; it must be that my taste is lacking, not that it isn't worth the price.

If this bag is pretty but cheap, then it's just a design with no substance and other issues, not worth a higher price.

Fortunately, at least in the current cultivation world, both men and women are still very conservative.

They still uphold that simple tradition where the strong are respected.

Female cultivators have not yet developed the habit of buying bags.

How good, how good.

"Eh? Should I try to push this progress forward?"

Thinking of the future, a male cultivator might borrow Spirit Stones to buy those woven bags he considers meaningless just to pursue a female cultivator.

At the thought that such a development was possible... Ren Yidao could not help but laugh out loud.

Twisted enough.

I like it.

"Heh heh."

"Eek! You, you're back."

Ren Yidao's laughter made Yu Yu snap back to her senses, and she hurriedly loosened her arms from around the crystal pillar.

Looking at the flustered young girl, Ren Yidao asked as if unintentionally:

"Hmm, what did you call me just now?"

She is still just a child.

Therefore, she must be spared even less.

Pouting, Yu Yu struggled awkwardly for a moment, but finally said that form of address:

"... Foster Father."

"Good child."

Satisfied, he patted the girl's head, and Ren Yidao walked forward with his hands behind his back.

Yu Yu watched the youth's gradually receding back, wanting to stick out her tongue and make a face, but she hesitated.

If I do it, will he be able to find out?

The answer is yes.

Besides the worry of being discovered, there was another thing that made her hesitate in her heart.

"Why is his hand so warm?"

Yu Yu was a posthumous child; her father, who had married into the Yu Mansion, had passed away from illness long before she was born, and the only males she had been in contact with since she was small were the servants of the Yu Mansion.

Before this, no man had ever been able to bring her such a different sensation.

Whether it was the stunning scene last night that drew the bright moon to his side, or the intoxicating fragrance on his body, these were all experiences she had never had before.

"If you don't come now, I won't wait for you."

"Ah! Coming!"

Trotting to catch up with her Foster Father, Yu Yu asked curiously:

"... Foster Father, what did you say to Senior Brother Jian?"

Just a moment ago when they were leaving, that gloomy man had suddenly rushed up, giving her a big fright.

But before she could start to be afraid, she had been tossed aside to daze off.

She was very curious about what these two Senior Brothers, who seemed to have completely different personalities, would say when they got together.

"Nothing much, he just told me about some of Luoyue Peak's... hmm, traditions."

Yes, just a little bit of traditional virtue.

Pocketing the scroll gifted by Jian Xinxin with peace of mind, Ren Yidao said solemnly:

"Yu Yu, we at Luoyue Peak have a tradition, which is that we never leave a grudge overnight."

"We always settle grudges on the spot; you must remember this."

"Uh, okay."

Looking at the girl who seemed to understand yet not quite, Ren Yidao changed the subject:

"Also, I have something to go out for tonight; if there is anything else you don't understand, just go to the peak and find your Senior Sister."

I have a small grudge to settle.

Nightfall, the Hour of the Rat.

Yu Mansion.

"Lord Ren? Why are you here? Why isn't Yu'er with you... ah!"

Slap.

Slap.

"Ren, Lord Ren! You... ah~"

Slap!

The last one is a bonus.

Don't be modest, Madam.