AZI Volume 7 Chapter 44

Lin Jing Yun's residence is a courtyard that consists of three buildings.

The central building is the bedroom, and to the left of the bedroom is the library, while the building to the right is used as a storage.

In the center of the courtyard is a stone table with four stools—much like the one found in Qing Ming Yang's residence.

Currently, Lin Jing Yun is seated at the stone table with a cup of tea raised towards his lips.

Knocking on the double-doored gate once, Lin Yu Heng enters the courtyard, and immediately asks—

"Father, is it true that I got selected to act as an observer of the Leng Bing Realm?"

"…"

Turning to Lin Yu Heng with a hint of irritation, Lin Jing Yun replies—

"So, you've already heard? Saves me the trouble of having to explain it to you then."

"Can I not go?"

Setting his cup down, Lin Jing Yun answers—

"Not possible. Do you have any idea how annoying those old fogeys are to deal with?! The number of excuses that they can come up with—just to recommend their own clansmen as observers, it made me want to pull my own hair out! These old bastards, none of them give a living shit about the Ling Yuan family! They're all selfish pricks! This entire organization in recent years might as well be a sinking ship!"

Sucking in a deep breath of air, Lin Jing Yun raises a scream of frustration.

Ever since he was made to act as Lin Han's stand-in in those meetings, Lin Jing Yun felt like his blood pressure had been increasing on a daily basis.

Towards his father's rambling, Lin Yu Heng replies—

"That's your problem, not mine."

Slapping the stone table, Lin Jing Yun raises a cold snort, and replies—

"Son, sooner or later, it will become your issue."

"…Ai."

Understanding the meaning behind those words, Lin Yu Heng heaves a heavy sigh.

At this point, no one in the Lin branch will be against him becoming branch head in the future, but this isn't a position that Lin Yu Heng wishes to be promoted to.

"Oh, that curse on you-"

"Never mind it."

Raising his hand, Lin Yu Heng cuts Lin Jing Yun off.

Knowing how vicious Long Hua is, Lin Yu Heng doesn't dare to make further attempts to remove it.

"…"

Blinking his dark eyes, Lin Jing Yun decides to drop the topic—guessing his son to have their own difficulties related to the matter.

However, Lin Jing Yun still has to ask—

"Nothing will happen, if we just ignore it, right?"

"…Uh, should be fine."

Heaving a sigh, Lin Jing Yun nods his head. Since Lin Yu Heng is his only son, it goes without saying that he is concerned about their health.

"Hm? What's up with the mood between you two?"

Stepping into the courtyard with this question, is a woman dressed in blue robes over a white layer with a purple sash.

Turning to the woman, Lin Yu Heng says—

"Mother, I don't want to go into the Leng Bing Realm again, convince father to agree with this."

The woman's name is Lín Yī Xǔ, and she is the mother of Lin Yu Heng and the wife of Lin Jing Yun.

Towards Lin Yu Heng's request, Lin Yi Xu blinks her blue eyes, and walks over to seat herself beside Lin Jing Yun, and says—

"That aside-"

Being ignored by his mother completely causes Lin Yu Heng to nearly trip over nothing.

"Mother, c'mon!"

"Ai, silence, I have an important announcement to make."

"…?"

Sipping his cup of tea, Lin Jing Yun raises an eye, and remarks—

"Oh? Let's hear it."

"There's a child in my belly."

*Pah!* dropping his cup, Lin Jing Yun widens his eyes, as he looks to his wife, and asks—

"…Is it mine?"

Putting on an expression of disbelief, Lin Yi Xu rolls her eyes, and replies—

"Who else can it be, but yours?"

Rising from his seat, Lin Jing Yun laughs aloud, and replies—

"We need to celebrate!"

The higher one's cultivation base is, the weaker one's fertility becomes. This is a common phenomenon in the practitioners' circle.

And for lifeforms with a powerful bloodline—such as dragons and phoenixes, this is even worse. That being the case, children of two Immortal realm practitioners are especially valued.

Recomposing himself, Lin Jing Yun asks—

"…Is it a boy, or is it girl?"

Since he already has a son, Lin Jing Yun wishes for the unborn child to be a daughter.

"Too soon to tell."

"Hmm, regardless, we should begin thinking of names for them."

"…"

Being ignored by his parents, who are both in a merry mood, Lin Yu Heng can't help but feel a bit sour, while thinking—

(Typical of parents, they forget they even have an older son the moment they have a new child… Wait… Maybe I can use this to my advantage?)

Glancing at Lin Yu Heng, Lin Jing Yun clears his throat, and says—

"Son, no need to make that look. Branch head position will still be yours in the future."

"Who the hell wants that? How about you just continue to keep that title to yourself?"

"You want your old man to have to continue to deal with those old fogeys forever? What kind of son are you?"

Raising a chuckle, Lin Yu Heng replies—

"I'm the sort of son that will be forgotten about—when you have a daughter to raise. Should I ever head off to war, and return alive to see you again, you'll probably ask me who I am—when I arrive at the front door."

"…"

Unable to make a comeback against this remark, Lin Jing Yun averts his gaze, to which, Lin Yu Heng nods, and adds—

"Mm, a son is an accident, while a daughter is your true love, isn't it?"

Believing that he would be able to use this situation to his advantage—to not have to head into the Leng Bing Realm, Lin Yu Heng is just about to say more; however, Lin Yi Xu cuts him off by asking—

"Yu Heng, isn't it about time for you to find yourself a lover? How about mother introduce you to the daughters of my friends?"

"…No need."

"If you don't head into the Leng Bing Realm, I'll just have to work my magic with a few acquaintances."

"...…"

With Lin Yu Heng rendered speechless by Lin Yi Xu's words, Lin Jing Yun directs a thumbs-up in the latter's direction.

"…"

Taking out his one spirit herb cigar, Lin Yu Heng lights it, and presses it to his lips with a dark light in his eyes.

...…

Following Qing Wufeng's departure from his courtyard—

"…"

Qing Ming Yang also takes out his spirit herb cigar, and lights it.

Inhaling a large puff of smoke, Qing Ming Yang expels it through his nose and mouth, while thinking—

(I, Qing-mou—shall definitely become an elder who can screw many people over!)