It's Okay, We Can Have Another Son

"Sir..."

"That habit of my son frequenting brothels... surely it couldn't be..."

Da Huang's obsession with brothels made Xuan Tianyu cast a suspicious glance at Chen Chang'an.

Could it be that Xuan Wudao picked up this unsavory habit from Chen Chang'an?

But no!

Chen Chang'an didn’t seem like such a shallow person—how could he possibly be fond of those pleasure quarters?

"Impossible!"

"Am I that kind of man?"

"The very words 'upright gentleman' exist because of me."

"How dare you ask me?"

"If it weren’t for Xuan Wudao, would Da Huang be so fixated on brothels?"

"I haven’t even settled accounts with you yet, and you have the nerve to question me?"

Chen Chang'an's words left Xuan Tianyu thoroughly embarrassed, and he shot Xuan Wudao a furious glare.

Damn it, so the real culprit was this bastard himself.

"Please forgive me, sir. It’s all my fault for failing to discipline my son properly."

"I’ll make sure to keep him in check from now on," Xuan Tianyu said awkwardly.

"It’s fine. Young people will be young people—just teach him well."

Chen Chang'an chuckled, then walked over to Xuan Wudao and asked curiously, "I’d like to know—what exactly did you do that made the Luo Shen Palace demand your capture?"

"Otherwise, they’d wipe out your entire Wuji Sect?"

"You didn’t... get handsy, did you?"

At Chen Chang'an’s words, Xuan Wudao immediately sat up, his face lighting up with excitement.

"Let me tell you, that place was amazing!"

"I was just wandering around when I stumbled upon it."

"And I’m not lying—it really looked like a brothel!"

"Plus, the girls there were absolutely stunning. I charged right in without a second thought."

"I shouted, 'Bring out your top courtesan!'"

"'This lord is here to have some fun today...'"

At this point, Xuan Wudao awkwardly trailed off, as if unwilling to continue.

"And then?"

"Did the courtesan come out?" Da Huang asked eagerly.

Xuan Wudao gave him a sullen look. "Someone came out, alright—but it wasn’t the courtesan. It was the damn branch leader of the Luo Shen Palace!"

"She kicked me out in one strike. Luckily, I ran fast, or else..."

Though the experience wasn’t great, recalling the breathtakingly beautiful women of the Luo Shen Palace branch, Xuan Wudao still felt it was worth it.

Especially the branch leader—she truly was the cream of the crop. What a shame...

Why couldn’t it have been a brothel?

"Ah, what a pity," Da Huang sighed regretfully.

Meanwhile, Xuan Tianyu’s face darkened. What, were they planning to go back?

Were they really that eager to die?

Did they want to become lustful ghosts that badly?

"So, there isn’t actually any major grudge between you and the Luo Shen Palace?"

"No real conflict, and you didn’t lay a hand on anyone—just some minor offense."

"They wouldn’t go so far as to hunt you down to the death, would they?"

"Let alone annihilate the entire Wuji Sect?"

"Isn’t that a bit excessive?"

Chen Chang'an felt the Luo Shen Palace’s reaction was overblown. While Xuan Wudao was at fault, a simple reprimand should have sufficed.

There was no need for such extreme measures. Could it be that the Luo Shen Palace was really that petty?

"Sir, you might not be aware."

"The Luo Shen Palace has always despised lecherous scoundrels the most."

"They kill on sight, without exception."

"This idiot didn’t even have the sense to stay away—he barged right in!"

"There’s no way the Luo Shen Palace would let him off," Xuan Tianyu said angrily.

Despised lecherous scoundrels?

Could it be that the Luo Shen Palace’s leader had suffered some past betrayal or heartbreak?

"What, was the Luo Shen Palace’s leader hurt by a man? Or abandoned?"

"Such deep hatred for men?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.

"Well... I’m not sure."

"I’ve never heard any rumors about that."

"But the Luo Shen Palace’s leader is a peak-level Great Emperor from the older generation. Maybe there really is some story there."

"Right now, though, the Luo Shen Palace is coming for him."

"Sir, what should we do?" Xuan Tianyu asked helplessly.

What should they do?

"Hmm... just hand him over?"

"It’s just one son. What’s the big deal if he dies? You’re not that old—your body’s still strong. Just make another one."

"These things—losing one isn’t a big loss."

"Cultivators live long lives anyway. If you want, you could easily have eight or ten more," Chen Chang'an said with a laugh.

His words left Xuan Wudao utterly dumbfounded.

Bro, are you here to help or just to watch the show?

This is a human life we’re talking about!

"Chen Chang'an, can you say something human for once?"

"I—"

Slap!

"How dare you speak to the sir like that?"

"Show some respect!"

By now, Xuan Wudao had grown immune to his father’s slaps. He didn’t even make a sound, as if nothing had happened.

"Respect my ass!"

"My life’s on the line here!"

"This bastard is just here to laugh at me!"

"Chen Chang'an, you’re no friend of mine."

"Back then, if it weren’t for you, would I have had to beg for three thousand years?"

"If I hadn’t begged for three thousand years, would I have gone to brothels for fun?"

"Isn’t all of this your fault?"

Begged for three thousand years?

This was the first time Xuan Tianyu had heard about what his son had been up to all these years.

But he never expected him to have been a damn beggar!

For three thousand years, no less!

No wonder he refused to say a word about it after returning.

Slap!

Another furious slap landed, making Xuan Wudao seethe with anger.

"Dad, why are you hitting me again?"

"Shouldn’t I?"

"Three thousand years of begging, experiencing the harshness of the world, and you’re still this shameless?"

"Were you a beggar or a damn lecher those three thousand years?"

"Did they tell you to beg or to whore around?"

"You couldn’t endure solitude, so you chose to indulge—how is that anyone else’s fault?"

"In the end, it’s your own lack of discipline and weak will."

"Otherwise, how could you end up like this?"

"Good!"

"Well said!"

Chen Chang'an clapped and cheered. A father’s wisdom was truly on another level.

"Xuan Wudao, look at your dad, then look at yourself."

"No wonder your cultivation stagnated at the Immortal Death Realm after three thousand years—you’re too degenerate."

Xuan Wudao fell into deep self-reflection. Could it really be his own lack of discipline? Had he truly sunk into depravity, unable to resist temptation?

Then he noticed Xuan Tianyu’s face—strangely excited and pleased.

Huh?

What was he so happy about?

"Dad, what’s up? Did you get yourself a concubine or something?" Xuan Wudao asked curiously.

"What nonsense! My devotion to your mother is unwavering, pure and true."

"Didn’t you hear? The master just praised me!"

"I’m better than you," Xuan Tianyu said smugly.

"Seriously? Being better than me is something to brag about?"

"No, being better than you isn’t the point. But hearing those words from the master—that’s worth celebrating."

Holy crap!

Is my old man really such a die-hard fan of Chen Chang’an? This is downright ridiculous!