How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

[Hei Yang: Help! Hong Li, save me!]

[Hongli: ?]

[Hongli: What happened?]

[Black Sun: So it is, and so it is...]

[Heiyang: Anyway, please help me think of a solution!]

[Hong Li: Pfft, hahahahaha, accept your fate! Hahaha, even the heavens want me to win without lifting a finger. Keep it up, future cultivator!]

[Black Sun: Fine, if you're ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless too!]

[Hongli: ?]

[Hongli: What do you want to do?]

[Hongli: I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless!]

"Dad, Mom!"

Hei Yang took a deep breath and said with a resolute expression, "Actually, I have other ideas about this spirit chicken!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 7 What does it feel like to lie to the person who raised you from childhood?

"Send it out?!" *2

"Correct!"

Under his parents' shocked gazes, Hei Yang nodded firmly: "It's about giving it away, giving the spirit chicken to Hong Li!"

"..."

Qing Yiyi gently reached out and touched Hei Yang's forehead, her face full of worry: "This child, could it be because he caught a chill from the snow yesterday that he has a high fever?"

"Will it damage his brain? This is troublesome!"

Hei Muguang's expression was solemn: "I heard the City Lord mention before that the Medicine King Sect has a kind of elixir that can treat brain injuries, a blessing for people with intellectual disabilities..."

"But the Medicine King Sect is a major sect that is no less powerful than the Five Elements Sect. How can we mortals obtain their elixirs and miraculous medicines?"

Qing Yiyi sighed deeply: "Nothing could be more extreme than this. We just thought the child had made it through, but then he got a brain injury."

"Don't be sad, Yiyi, I'm still here for you."

Hei Muguang forced a smile and gently patted Qing Yiyi's back to comfort her, "Even if Xiaoyang loses his ability to take care of himself in the future, picks up things from the ground to eat, and never recognizes his parents again, I will still take care of him for the rest of my life!"

"Mu Guang!"

"Yiyi!"

The two hugged each other, and Qing Yiyi whispered, "Or, let's try harder and have another one..."

"Hey hey hey hey hey!"

Hei Yang's lips twitched as he slapped the armrest of the chair: "Gentlemen, don't be like that, let's talk seriously!"

"What else is there to say!"

Qing Yiyi pushed Hei Muguang away and gritted her teeth fiercely, saying, "You have to give away all the immortal opportunities that fall into your lap? Are you stupid or are your parents stupid?"

"Oh no, I must be the one who's stupid!"

"Isn't this the end?"

"Ah this..."

"Okay, tell me your reasons."

Hei Muguang rubbed his temples and sighed: "You've always been a bit of a loner since you were little. We can't figure out what you're thinking. In the past, we forced you to do this and that, which was our duty as parents."

Now that you're older and have your own opinions, that's good.

But you have to give a reason for this, right?

We know you're close to that girl from the Hong family, and her parents have even tried to match you two up, but...this..."

"Gudu..."

Hei Yang swallowed hard, his eyes widened, and he steeled his resolve. He was going all out for a happy life in the future, and for the chance to become stronger even while lying down!

"The reason is simple, because I... I, Gudu... because I like her too much!"

Hei Yang's sanity evaporated, his eyes went blank and dimmed. I'm sorry, my conscience!

Hei Yang closed his eyes, his voice heavy with sorrow: "Cultivation is something to behold, but the thought of leaving her makes my heart ache."

Cultivation knows no time. If I leave like this, I fear I will drift further and further away, and a hundred years from now, when I jump and commemorate her at her grave, I will surely regret my decision.

Since we are destined to part, I would rather she strive for greater heights, while I am content to stay home with you two, as long as she is happy…

Is it silly? It's really silly, but isn't love blind?

Loving someone doesn't necessarily mean being with them, as long as... I'm sorry, I've said a lot of things I shouldn't have..."

Hei Yang buried his head in his arms, his body trembling uncontrollably, as if he felt guilty and saddened by his decision.

But actually...

Hahaha, I can't keep making this up anymore, I need to make myself laugh!

How to do?

I've got it! I'll pretend to cry!

As long as I'm not seen, my expression is Schrödinger's crying face!

"..."

"..."

Hei Muguang and Qing Yiyi looked at each other, then turned their heads to look at their son with complicated expressions.

broken!

Hei Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Say something! Are you guys waiting for me to speak? If you keep talking, I'm going to burst out laughing!

Wait, could it be that my acting skills weren't up to par, so they saw through me at a glance?

Alas, we're doomed!

"Sigh, you two can keep making a fuss here. I'm too lazy to deal with this anymore. I'm going to go see what they've prepared for dinner today."

Qing Yiyi sighed, got up and pushed open the door, leaving only Hei Yang and Hei Muguang in the room.

Oh no, oh no, I messed up this time, and my mom stormed off in anger.

Hei Yang was flustered and wondering whether he should give in first and then adapt to the situation after getting through this, when suddenly his father's voice rang out.

"I often hear people say that the most important thing in doing something is interest. If you're not interested in it, you won't get any good results even if you're forced to do it."

Hei Muguang sighed and said, "So, even though you've never been interested in many things since you were little, I never forced you to do them."

But there's one thing that's non-negotiable. What is it?

"Practicing martial arts..."

Hei Yang muttered something under his breath.

"That's right, it's martial arts training!"

Hei Muguang nodded solemnly: "What is the purpose of practicing martial arts? It's to lay the foundation for cultivation!"

When I was young, I missed the opportunity to embark on the path of spiritual practice, and I still feel resentful about it now.

You must understand that all things in the mortal world are inferior; only through cultivation and mastering power can one truly control their own life.

I've always known you want a stable life, but that life requires strength to support it; otherwise, it's just a mirage, easily shattered.

The key to spiritual practice is right in front of you now, and I really don't want you to watch it slip away in vain.

As for your claim of liking that girl from the Hong family, I know it's just an excuse for your decadence; you may indeed have feelings for her.

But in my opinion, that friendship has not yet developed into love.

Having raised you for so many years, I know your personality fairly well, if not completely. You might find spiritual practice difficult and tiring, so you want to escape...

"I think you should lift your head and let me see if you're really crying or just pretending."

"Ah this..."

Hei Yang quietly moved his arm away, only to meet his father's eyes, which startled him.

"how?"

Hei Muguang smiled and said, "Am I right?"

"Yes, that's right."

Hei Yang forced an awkward smile: "But you've figured it all out."

"Humph."