Tianyan Sect, the Peak of a Loving Family.
“Lazy Monk! All you do every day is lie here and bask in the sun!”
San Dong reached out and smacked Yuan Kong’s languid face several times.
The force was very light. To Yuan Kong, it was practically a unique form of massage. Of course, he also knew that if San Dong really put some strength into it, then, as someone on the verge of reaching Foundation Establishment, she could probably smack his head straight into the ground.
Yuan Kong had no idea where Chu Xingchen had found such a pure-hearted flower spirit.
Even stranger, after being under Chu Xingchen’s tutelage for so long, the flower spirit was still this innocent.
Yuan Kong opened his bleary eyes and said lazily, “You have no idea who your Sect Leader has me working with, or what she’s had me do. I never get any rest. I’m either flying or fighting. It’s rare for me to have a chance to relax, so what’s wrong with lying here for a while?”
As he spoke, Yuan Kong adjusted his position and turned over.
Just as expected, San Dong’s little hand landed on the spot Yuan Kong had wanted to rub. The pressure was gentle and perfectly measured.
Yuan Kong wore a blissful smile.
San Dong pushed at him with both hands, clearly displeased. “You do nothing all day! You eat so much, too! I only asked you to water the medicine field, and you refused! You’re a Golden Core cultivator, for goodness’ sake!”
He had clearly bullied Qian Qing and made her angry, yet when he came back to apologize, this was the attitude he took.
He slept until dawn, then found a place to bask in the sun.
He even had the nerve to ask Qian Qing for fruit juice.
San Dong had tolerated it at first, but several months had already passed, and Yuan Kong was still acting exactly the same way.
Qian Qing had merely asked him to water the small medicine field. For a Golden Core cultivator, it was something he could accomplish with the lift of a hand or a blink of his eyes. Yet this lazy monk had actually said it was too troublesome and that he didn’t want to do it, leaving Qian Qing, a martial artist, to bend over and water every plant one by one!
Qian Qing was such a good person!
San Dong had a temper, too! Today, she was determined to make this lazy monk get up and water the field!
She clenched both fists and began pounding Yuan Kong’s back, hoping to show him just how formidable she was.
“Mm…” Yuan Kong let out a soft hum. Without San Dong needing to adjust her aim, he naturally shifted his body so that her blows landed precisely where they felt best.
No wonder Chu Xingchen had enjoyed teasing him when he was young. If it was this entertaining…
After San Dong had pounded him for a while, her movements suddenly stopped.
Yuan Kong lay on his side with his eyes closed. “Can I lie here a little longer before I go?”
“You don’t have to go at all.”
Qian Qing’s icy voice came from behind him.
Yuan Kong’s eyes flew open. He was just about to push himself up when Qian Qing brought down a heavy kick.
Bang!
The kick carried tremendous force.
Yuan Kong did not even try to resist. The kick landed solidly and drove him back into the ground. The soft grass beneath him caved in, and his entire body went limp, leaving him sprawled where he was.
San Dong’s little hand quickly moved to Yuan Kong’s waist, where he had been kicked. Her voice was filled with shock. “Qian Qing, that was too hard! What if you injured him?”
“He deserves it,” Qian Qing snorted as she looked at Yuan Kong. “He’s a dignified Golden Core Adept. That kick was no more than a tickle to him. Next time, San Dong, you should use that much force too. That way, he might actually feel it. Now, get up.”
Yuan Kong let out a soft sigh and supported himself upright. “It wasn’t… That kick nearly cost me my old life.”
Qian Qing stared at him, her tone stern.
“You saved me, and you took me in. So it’s only natural that I water your fields and help you with your work. I have no complaints, and I believe it’s what I should do.”
“But San Dong doesn’t owe you anything. She’s kind to everyone in the sect, and everyone in the sect is kind to her.”
“You said Sect Leader Chu liked to tease you when you were young, but Sect Leader Chu has never teased San Dong. She even apologizes to San Dong whenever she’s away from the sect for too long, and she always says goodbye whenever she leaves.”
“You’re a monk, and you cultivate Buddhist teachings. How can you not understand such simple principles?”
“If someone treats you sincerely, you should treat them sincerely in return.”
At the most critical moment, San Dong had given Qian Qing a gentle salvation for her heart. Now, Qian Qing would give San Dong the respect she deserved.
Hearing this, Yuan Kong looked up at San Dong. He saw that worry still lingered in her eyes, as though she was concerned Qian Qing’s kick might actually have injured him.
“I’m sorry, Lord Sandong.” Yuan Kong stood up and gave San Dong a solemn bow. “I was in the wrong. I’m perfectly fine, too. Your little fists felt so good when they were pounding my back that I said those strange things because I wanted you to keep going…”
Qian Qing reached out and grabbed Yuan Kong by the shoulder. Seeing the confusion in his eyes as he looked at her, she gritted her teeth.
“When I told you to take people seriously, I did not mean for you to sound like a pervert!”
San Dong lowered her head and looked at her little hands, then raised her eyes to Yuan Kong. Her gaze was filled with confusion, as though she could not understand how someone could be so shamelessly irritating.
Yuan Kong nodded in understanding. Then he turned back to San Dong and continued, “In any case, I understand my mistake now. I hope Lord Sandong can forgive me. I will turn over a new leaf. Please give me a chance to stop being a lazy monk and become a good monk instead.”
“Since you’ve asked, all right.” San Dong put both hands behind her back. “From now on, you’re responsible for watering the medicine field! Qian Qing is not allowed to help you.”
Yuan Kong nodded repeatedly. “No problem. Leave it to this reformed good monk.”
San Dong nodded. “All right, then. San Dong forgives you.”
Yuan Kong smiled at Qian Qing, then promptly headed toward the medicine field San Dong had cultivated.
Qian Qing sighed and followed him.
Yuan Kong did not understand why she was following him. Qian Qing’s reason was simple enough:
“I’m afraid that with a head like yours, even watering the plants will go wrong. You might end up killing all the spirit plants San Dong worked so hard to grow.”
San Dong remained where she was, watching their departing figures. She wondered to herself—could this be considered a successful reconciliation?
The spirit plants San Dong had planted were nothing particularly valuable, and neither their growing conditions nor their cultivation methods were especially demanding.
As a Golden Core cultivator, Yuan Kong could water them with spiritual energy as easily as lifting a finger. He did not even need to fetch the water himself; he could simply summon it with a spell.
Qian Qing stood to one side, pointing out each different spirit plant and explaining the precautions that needed to be taken.
Water globes flew and wove through the air, yet, following Qian Qing’s instructions, they watered every plant with perfect accuracy.
The small medicine field would be finished in no time.
“Yuan Kong, long time no see. As expected, you’ve only grown less adorable with age.”
A familiar voice came from the entrance to the medicine field.
Yuan Kong turned around.
Li Yingling still looked just as she had when they first met. Beside her, Li Xingtian remained as expressionless as ever, radiating a fierce presence simply by standing there.
Yuan Kong lightly tapped a finger, finishing the day’s watering. He then smiled and bowed.
“It’s been a long time, Senior Sister. Your beauty grows greater with each passing day, while Second Senior Brother’s cultivation grows stronger with each passing day.”
Li Yingling narrowed her eyes slightly, the corners of her lips curling into a smile.
“That dull-headed monk from back then has finally grown clever enough to learn how to flatter people.”
Yuan Kong smiled. “Since I’ll be serving under Sect Leader Chu in the future, I naturally need to learn in advance.”
“I came back to report to Master, and decided to stop by and see San Dong while I was here. I didn’t expect you, Little Yuan Kong, to show up too.”
Li Yingling teased him, “You’re pretty lucky. I’ll pass those words along to my master as well.”
Yuan Kong was rendered speechless. He hurriedly said, “Don’t…”
Li Yingling simply pretended not to hear him and turned to tease Li Xingtian beside him.
“I told you back then—with Master’s temperament, Yuan Kong was bound to come back and sweep the sect for us.”
“You thickheaded fool, you kept insisting Master wouldn’t do that. Now you know which of us understands Master better, don’t you?”
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