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Volume 3 Chapter 103 / Chapter 270: Jiujiu, Mess Up My Dad

Hearing Feng Yudie’s words, Yun Jiujiu was stunned for a long time, unable to process it. Judging by Feng Yudie’s serious expression, she wasn’t joking. Yun Jiujiu took a deep breath and decided to skip the topic altogether.

She really didn’t know how to respond.

How exactly would that work? Borrow one, use it, and then return it? Or...

Yun Jiujiu’s mind conjured up an array of strange scenarios. She quickly tilted her head back and took a swig from her wine gourd before asking,

"Can’t you just find a man? Why does it have to be a girl?"

"Men are all terrible," Feng Yudie said earnestly. "My master was deceived by a man in the past, and she always told me to stay away from them."

"I see..."

Hugging her knees, Feng Yudie gazed up at the sky and said,

"My master has already passed on, but I’ve always wanted to avenge her. When I meet the man who deceived her, I’ll definitely cut him down."

"Sounds good! When the time comes, call me—I’ll help you cut him down," Yun Jiujiu agreed with a nod. "By the way, what’s his name? Is his cultivation high? If it’s not, I can have the disciples from the Shadowmoon Sword Sect help track him down."

"I don’t know his name. I’ve only seen his portrait."

"Do you have the portrait with you? Let me take a look, and I’ll help you find him."

"I always carry it with me..."

Feng Yudie nodded, formed a sword gesture with her fingers, and retrieved an old, rolled-up portrait from her storage bag. She untied the string around it and unrolled it for Yun Jiujiu to see.

The portrait, on yellowish-brown paper, was monochrome. Without any colors for hair or eyes, it was hard to discern the subject’s features. The artistry was crude, reminiscent of the wanted posters commonly seen in Immortal Cities.

However, the double-petaled plum blossom tattoo at the figure’s brow stood out starkly.

"Pfth—!"

The moment Yun Jiujiu saw the tattoo, she spat out the wine she had just taken a sip of, spraying it toward the portrait.

Feng Yudie reacted quickly, retracting the portrait before the wine could touch it. She frowned at Yun Jiujiu.

"What are you doing?!"

"Cough, cough—" Yun Jiujiu patted her chest, coughing for a while before recovering. She asked weakly,

"Is this the man who deceived your master?"

"Yes. Every time my master saw this portrait, she would curse him and even stab his... uh, crotch with a small knife. See..."

Feng Yudie pointed to the area on the portrait, and Yun Jiujiu noticed that the crotch region was riddled with knife marks. It was clear how much anger the person who stabbed it harbored.

Yun Jiujiu pursed her lips and thought of her own father. Her anger flared.

Because of his inability to control himself, she and her sisters Yun Xi and Yun Yiyi had endured terrible childhoods. And now, to think he was out there causing even more trouble...

With such a lousy personality, he still thought about ascending to immortality?!

Damn it! Curse my dad!

"Tsk..."

Feng Yudie looked at her and asked,

"Do you recognize this man?"

"I do, but not well."

"Who is he?"

"If I tell you, you won’t go looking for him directly, will you?"

"Why not?" Feng Yudie furrowed her brow, pondering for a moment. "Is his cultivation very high?"

"Very high."

"Then just tell me who he is. I’ll wait until my cultivation improves before going after him."

"... ..."

Yun Jiujiu hesitated. She worried that if Feng Yudie learned this man was her father, she might take her anger out on her.

At that moment, footsteps approached from behind.

Yun Jiujiu and Feng Yudie turned to see a young man dressed in blue and green robes entering the garden. He stopped when his gaze met theirs.

Ye Anping paused, surprised to see both of them there. But when he noticed the portrait in Feng Yudie’s hands, his brows furrowed slightly. Why does she have a portrait of Yun Tianchong?

Xiaotian, perched on Ye Anping’s head, dangled its tiny feet in front of his lashes. Noticing Feng Yudie’s red-rimmed eyes, it flew over in concern.

『Yudie, why are you crying? What happened?』

"... ..."

Feng Yudie didn’t reply, her brows knitting. Why was Xiaotian with Ye Anping? She’d called for it for two days, and it hadn’t appeared...

But with Yun Jiujiu next to her, she couldn’t ask directly. Instead, she said, "Young Master Ye, why are you here?"

Ye Anping glanced at Yun Jiujiu beside her and replied straightforwardly, "I’m here to pick you up. Come with me to find Junior Sister. Everything’s settled. We’re leaving today."

Yun Jiujiu looked at the two of them, left and right, and it took her a while to realize something. Suddenly, she exclaimed loudly:

"Ah! You’re both disciples of the Profound Star Sect? Aren’t you the young master of the Hundred Lotus?"

"There’s no reason why I can’t be both," Ye Anping shrugged slightly, not wanting to explain further. "For the details, you can ask Yun Yiyi. She’ll give you an explanation."

Yun Jiujiu squinted her eyes like an old lady, stood up, patted the dust off her backside, and asked,

"So, all this trouble over the past few months—was it Yun Yiyi causing mischief?"

Expressionless, Ye Anping replied, "The troublemaker was Zhuang Yan. It has nothing to do with Yun Yiyi."

"Then... What's going on? Ugh—" Yun Jiujiu rubbed her temples in frustration. Finally, she stomped her foot and said, "Forget it! I can’t figure it out. I’ll go find Yun Yiyi and ask her myself."

She started walking toward the garden corridor but stopped after a few steps. Turning back, she called out, "Feng Yudie, as for the man in that portrait, I’ll avenge you. Don’t think about it for now!"

"Huh?"

Before Feng Yudie could respond, Yun Jiujiu stomped off, her heavy steps making the ground tremble as if she were furious.

Ye Anping notices Feng Yudie's red eyes

Ye Anping looked at Feng Yudie, whose eyes were red from tears, and asked, "Did you cry?"

"...No, I didn’t!" Feng Yudie stood up quickly, rubbing her eyes. "It’s just dust in my eyes. I rubbed them myself."

"... ..."

"I really didn’t cry! My master always said, ‘A woman doesn’t shed tears easily!’"

"Sure, sure."

Ye Anping stepped forward, took the portrait from her, and unrolled it for a closer look. After confirming it was indeed Yun Tianchong, he asked, "What’s the story with this portrait? How do you have it?"

"It’s none of your business."

Feng Yudie snatched the portrait back, glaring at him with hostility as she stepped back a few paces.

At that moment, Xiaotian piped up to explain on her behalf:

『Anping, this portrait is of the man who played around with Yudie’s master. I’ve checked in the Heavenly Dao Scriptures before, but the portrait is too much like a wanted poster—it’s hard to trace…』

Feng Yudie frowned, confused, and looked at Xiaotian. He can’t see you. Why are you talking?

Xiaotian proudly put its hands on its hips and tilted its head back.

『Anping can see me. Right, Anping?』

Ye Anping let out a light sigh, glanced around, and saw a stone table nearby. He said, "Senior Sister Feng, let’s sit and talk. There’s quite a bit to explain."

Xiaotian was momentarily stunned when Ye Anping ignored it. It quickly flew to his ear, ranting,

『Anping, you can’t do this! You promised me on the way here that you’d keep talking to me. You can’t just play with me for two days and then ignore me!』

Ye Anping waved it away and walked over to the stone table. He sat down and pulled a lotus-leaf-wrapped roast chicken from his storage bag—a special purchase from the market before he came.

"Senior Sister Feng, please."

『Anping~ Anping~ I’m already yours, so pay attention to me~』

"Xiaotian, shut up." Ye Anping shot Xiaotian a glance, then turned to Feng Yudie with a gentle tone.

"Senior Sister Feng, I’ll explain everything."

『Hehe~』 Xiaotian chuckled when Ye Anping addressed it, then flew back to Feng Yudie’s side.

『Yudie, Anping has always been able to see me. He’s just been pretending he couldn’t. Do you believe me now? You two are destined to—』

"Xiaotian, shut up!!"

Feng Yudie scolded sharply, then walked over to the stone table. She lifted her skirt and sat down.