Mortal: The Number One playboy of the Chaotic Star Sea

Chapter 31 Little Brother Han

Qing Sanyang felt a sense of relief at Qingfeng's changes and growth.

The anger that had been fueled by his son's risky actions had subsided considerably without him even realizing it.

Well, it's the child's first time learning to calculate. Although he's a bit stupid and has a narrow perspective, it's still better than just loafing around and waiting to die.

As his father, I can't possibly discourage his rare ambition, can I?

Even if this ambition seems so unreliable.

After Qingfeng finished explaining, Qing Sanyang snorted coldly, his face still serious.

"Hmph! Such fallacies! How dare a mere fake core talk about potential?"

What favor does my Qingyang Sect need from him?

As for cultivation techniques... I have plenty of top-tier techniques in my treasure trove, why bother with those crooked and heretical methods!

They're always thinking about shortcuts and don't want to put in the hard work and cultivate themselves.

Qing Sanyang was given a lesson.

Hearing his father's reprimand, Qingfeng shrank his neck, looking like he thought, "You're absolutely right."

Suffering? Why suffer?

Once you start enduring hardship, there will be endless hardship to endure.

He still wanted to be a playboy; he'd rather his father bear the hardships.

Seeing that Qingfeng was once again ignoring everything, Qing Sanyang sighed.

"Alas, Feng'er, now that you have formed your core, you have truly stepped into the threshold of becoming a high-level cultivator."

We must be more cautious in our actions in the future, and plan carefully before we act.

What kind of person is that Ji Yin? He's a vengeful demon!

If I hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

If you want to do something, Dad won't stop you. In fact, having some ideas is good too.

But remember to act within your means and think twice before you act.

You only have one life. Any plan must be based on the premise of preserving your life, understand?

With a touch of earnestness, Qing Sanyang shared his experience.

He wanted his son to gain more experience and grow up faster.

He strives to advance to the Nascent Soul stage before his death and inherit the Qingyang Sect.

"I understand, I understand, Father, you're right."

Your son will certainly remember your teachings and will think thrice, four times, and even five times before acting in the future.

Qingfeng nodded vigorously, his face full of sincere receptiveness.

Seeing his son's positive attitude, Qing Sanyang finally calmed down.

"Get out of here. Go back and heal your wounds properly, and stabilize your cultivation level."

Don't waste your time and energy on useless things.

He waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.

"Hehe, Dad. Look, your son has also reached the Core Formation stage."

Shouldn't we refine our own natal magic weapon?

As for the materials, your treasure trove has the most complete collection. Could you lend your son the key?

I'll go check on those materials for crafting magical artifacts.

Qingfeng didn't leave immediately; instead, he shamelessly took two steps closer, rubbing his hands together as he spoke.

"Hey kid, you've been waiting for me here."

"You just caused trouble, and now you're eyeing my fortune?"

Qing Sanyang was so angry he laughed.

"Father, you can't say that. I'm only trying to improve my strength so as not to embarrass you!"

Besides, if I'm stronger, I'll be more confident in getting things done in the future, right?

Qingfeng grinned mischievously.

Looking at his son's shameless expression, Qing Sanyang shook his head helplessly.

He is, after all, his own son.

"Don't take anything, do you hear me?"

He pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and tossed out a token with magic array patterns.

"I heard you! Thank you, Dad! You're the best, Dad!"

Qingfeng caught the token with a beaming smile.

"Get lost."

Qing Sanyang was annoyed by his smug look, so he raised his foot and made a feint kick. A gentle burst of lightning energy wrapped around Qing Feng and sent him straight out of the main hall.

The palace doors slammed shut with a bang.

"I'm going back into seclusion, so don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

A disgruntled voice came from inside.

Qingfeng steadied himself outside the hall and rubbed his bottom, which didn't hurt.

Looking at the warm treasure token in his hand, a big smile spread across his face.

"All done, the materials for my natal magic weapon are secured."

He weighed the token in his hand and hummed a little tune in a cheerful mood.

Next, it's time to carefully plan what kind of natal magic weapon to forge for myself.

With the support of my father's treasure trove, I'm sure I'll forge an extraordinary and amazing treasure.

Inside the main hall, Qing Sanyang's divine sense watched his son's joyful departing figure, and a genuine smile finally appeared on his serious face.

"Qingyi, our son is finally showing some ambition."

Immediately, he calmed his mind, his body crackling with lightning, and once again immersed himself in a deep state of seclusion.

Although he had resolved the trouble caused by his son after leaving the seclusion, he could not slacken his own spiritual practice in the slightest.

The two Saints of the Star Palace have not appeared for hundreds of years, and both the demonic and righteous paths are stirring with activity.

The waves of the Chaotic Star Sea seem to be gradually intensifying.

……

Having obtained his father's treasure vault token, Qingfeng was not in a hurry to go to the treasure vault to retrieve the treasures.

After returning to Qingyang Gate, he was confined by his father.

At this time, the situation of Wang Heng, Han Li, and others was still unknown.

According to his father, these people are all recuperating at Qingyang Sect.

He transformed into a streak of light and sped along, soon landing at a magnificent pavilion located halfway up Qingfeng Mountain.

This is generally a place for visiting guests to stay temporarily.

At this time, it became a place for Han Li and others to heal and recuperate.

Upon seeing the young master land, the guards responsible for protecting the area quickly paid their respects.

"Young Master."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

Qingfeng smiled and walked briskly through the gate.

Once Qingfeng's figure disappeared, the guards exchanged glances.

"Young Master, did you just tell us you've worked hard?"

"I think I heard correctly."

The guards were somewhat incredulous at Qingfeng's transformation.

At this moment, Qingfeng walked through the gate and went straight to the second floor.

"Han Li should be in this room, hehe, Brother Han, I'm here!"

Qingfeng knocked on the door's protective barrier, which he naturally had a way of opening.

That would be too tasteless; who knows what Han Li is doing inside right now?

"squeak--!"

The door opened from the inside, and Han Li's dark, ordinary face appeared before Qing Feng.

"Fellow Daoist, how are you? Have your injuries healed?"

Qingfeng asked with a smile, and took a step to walk inside.

However, Han Li subtly moved to the side, blocking most of the doorway.

He pursed his lips slightly and remained silent for a moment.

"Thank you for your concern, young master. My injuries are much better now... However, there are some things I have been thinking about for a long time and feel that I should tell you."

Han Li said with a solemn expression.

"Oh? What is it, fellow Daoist? Please speak freely."

Seeing his unusually serious expression, Qingfeng stopped and raised an eyebrow curiously.

Han Li took a deep breath, seemingly having made a great decision, and slightly avoided looking directly at Qing Feng.

"I will never forget the young master's life-saving grace."

This kindness is heavier than mountains, and Han Li doesn't know how to repay it.

only……"

He paused, a hint of struggle flashing across his face.

"I only hope that the young master... can be a little gentler, as my magical power is too weak to withstand the young master's absorption."

After Han Li finished speaking, he straightened his back, closed his eyes, and looked like he was ready to be picked at will.

"Huh? Gentler? Absorb?"

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng was initially a little confused.

But seeing Han Li's posture and hearing his words "be gentler," he immediately understood what Han Li meant.