Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Upon arriving at the inn where the Holy Son was staying, they inquired and found that he had only booked two rooms: one for himself and one for Nanqing.

“That’s normal.” Ye Qingyu wasn’t angry when she heard that her son had only booked two rooms. “Two people should book two rooms.”

Everyone thought to themselves: Although you look dignified, your words have no authority whatsoever! Are you perhaps afraid that the sect leader's wife will punish you by making you sleep in the study when she gets back?

There's a rumor circulating within the sect that the sect leader is afraid of his wife, but everyone treats it as a joke and no one believes it! Because while the sect leader is usually refined and easygoing in public, he also possesses considerable authority. But here, where there's smoke, there's fire; perhaps the rumor is true?

Everyone exchanged knowing glances, without using their spiritual senses, fearing that the sect leader would intercept them and make their lives miserable. There was nothing they could do; their cultivation levels weren't as high as the sect leader's! Living under someone else's command wasn't easy.

"Feng'er, your father is coming in." Pushing open the door, Ye Qingyu immediately set up a protective barrier. At that moment, the serious sect leader and the gentle and handsome uncle all disappeared.

"Feng'er! What do you want? Tell your father, and I'll agree to anything you ask." Ye Qingyu grabbed Ye Feng's sleeve and started wailing, her performance so fake it was unbearable to watch.

Ye Feng, disregarding his father's advanced age, pretended to be pitiful and forcefully pulled his sleeve back from his father's hand.

The main problem is that this kind of thing happens too often. Whenever he does something wrong and angers his mother, he runs to her crying. Even when his mother sends him to the study, he still runs to her crying. Every time, it's an act that's so fake it couldn't be more real; he doesn't even shed a single tear.

When he was a child, he would be fooled and, out of kindness, would follow him to persuade his mother and cleverly plead for his father's life.

Ye Feng was already too used to it, remaining completely unmoved, not even changing his expression. He sat back on the couch and said calmly, "I need to bring two people into the Holy Flower Gate." His expression and attitude were as simple as if he were saying he wanted to eat and drink today.

"No, I disagree. Everyone else went through so much hardship to get in, and now you're suddenly bringing in two people? What does that make you think? What are those who worked so hard to get into Shenghua Gate supposed to think?"

Ye Qingyu's expression was resolute, and she even had the mind to think that Xiao Feng was becoming less and less lovable. He was such an easy-going and kind child when he was little. Now that he's grown up, he's become increasingly indifferent, almost to the point of being completely uncaring. All he does all day is cultivate, and he doesn't care about his old father anymore.

Ignoring his attitude, Ye Feng took out some spiritual tea from his spatial ring. He poured himself a cup with effortless grace, took a small sip, and even spoke with a nonchalant air.

"Wasn't Fang Ye also someone you brought in?" This is a weakness that's been hit right on the head.

“That’s different. Fang Ye has better aptitude.” Ye Qingyu said this with great pride. After all, he was the child she raised, no different from her own son.

He brazenly sat down at the table, took out a cup from his spatial ring, and gestured for Ye Feng to pour him some.

This unfilial son only cared about drinking himself, without even offering his elderly father a cup.

"This is the spiritual tea your mother found for you last month, right? I haven't tried it yet, can I have a taste?"

The sect leader of the number one sect has never tasted spiritual tea? Do you think he's a three-year-old child? He's clearly just trying to trick his mother into giving him spiritual tea.

"He hasn't undergone any tests or trials." Ye Feng ignored his words and focused on this point about Fang Ye.

"Fang Ye is now at the first level of the Transformation Realm!"

"Ye Feng, you can't be so stingy. I'm your father. You should pour me a glass of wine, both morally and logically."

Seeing that her son remained unmoved, Ye Qingyu even considered robbing him outright.

"Don't make me take action. You know you can't beat me."

Is this something a father would say? A powerful figure at the third level of the Void God Realm beat up his son at the second level of the Spirit Guiding Realm, all for a cup of spiritual tea. No one would believe it if this got out.

Ye Feng had already given up and was about to pick up the teapot to pour a cup for his father. His father, a dignified cultivator at the Void God Realm, snatched the tea from Ling Chaming.

Seeing the plum blossom mark on the side of the teapot, he put the teapot and cup together into his storage ring, not even keeping a teapot for himself.

"Feng'er! This pot is too small. It doesn't do justice to your status as the Holy Son of the Holy Flower Sect. I'll find you a bigger pot another day." His face was full of "I'm doing this for your own good" expressions.

After speaking, he looked at Ye Feng, awaiting his praise. He seemed to have done something incredibly virtuous, bringing glory to his son, himself, and the entire sect. He wore a beaming, smug expression, just waiting for the endless accolades!

Ye Feng just stared straight at him, thinking, "I'll watch your performance and see just how thick-skinned you really are. You stole my things, and you expect me to say 'well done'?"

"Well... Elder Liu sent me a message, I'm going to check it out." Even someone as thick-skinned as him couldn't quite withstand his son's calm gaze.

I had only taken two steps when someone grabbed my sleeve.

“We were still talking about entering the Holy Flower Gate. It’s just a pot of spiritual tea; Father can take it if he likes it. I won’t tell Mother.”

The subtext is that if this matter isn't resolved, I will definitely tell my mother!

Ye Qingyu swallowed hard; this was a blatant threat!

But he still stubbornly insisted, "It's against the rules not to have gone through the assessment." His tone was clearly weak.

"Fang Ye hasn't undergone any assessment or trials either." Ye Feng wouldn't let go of him today, no matter how lame the reason, as long as it worked.

Fang Ye wasn't the only one who entered the Holy Flower Gate without undergoing trials. But he was different; his father valued him the most.

"He's already the Fifth Elder of the Holy Flower Sect." After saying this, Ye Qingyu looked at her son pitifully; this was his last act of defiance.

"He hasn't undergone any tests or trials." Ye Feng selectively ignored the question and continued without thinking.

"You, you, you're trying to drive me crazy! You're fixated on this point, aren't you? We'll have the assessment and trial when we get back." Ye Qingyu spun around in a huff.

"Too old, no thanks." When Ye Qingyu saw Ye Feng say this so casually, she really wanted to grab him and beat him up. Fang Ye had treated him like a little brother since they were children; didn't he feel any remorse saying such a thing?

"What exactly do you want?" Ye Qingyu had completely given in and sat dejectedly in the chair.

"I'm taking two people back with me." Ye Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his damp palms inside his sleeve. He still couldn't shake the habit of his palms sweating when he was nervous.

"Fine, I agree. Take them then. But they can only stay on your Peach Blossom Peak; they can't go anywhere else." Hmph, you brat, I can handle you!

Ye Feng didn't care where he stayed. As long as he could get them back first, he could deal with the rest later; he had plenty of ways to handle it.