Chen Qing lowered her eyelids, her long and curly eyelashes fanned her phoenix eyes. Unfortunately, it has no appeal to Chen Jing. Chen Qing knows that Chen Jing only loves Wu Fan, and she, also, loves another woman. “Elder Fei saw him kissed you.” She said. “However – ” her face went serious. ” – the other disciples also saw it. it was an accident.” She sighed. “No one talked about it, since there’s nothing wrong with being a cut-sleeve and the people are all open-minded. But, Wu Fan felt humiliated.” She looked at him. “Now, you know why he avoids you?” she said. “It’s not that he doesn’t like you. Rather, he likes you. Yet, he always remembers that scene of being caught.” She explained as she looked at Chen Jing’s dark expression.

“What will I do then?” Chen Jing asked, frustrated. “I love him. He loves me, too. Yet I can’t even go near him since he avoids me!” he said and pulled his hair.

Chen Qing pondered. “How about…” she said and whispered to him.

Chen Jing’s eyes sparkler and he looked at Chen Qing. “You sure it’ll work?!” he asked, excited.

Chen Qing nodded and raised a thumb to him. “If it won’t, I’ll just marry you again.” She sighed.

Chen Jing nodded and raised his palm. “Alright! Let’s divorce tomorrow!” he told her.

Chen Qing hit his palm with her palm. “Yes!” she answered.

Ming Ye and Luo Shi who was secretly listening to them grimaced. They don’t know whether to laugh or cry. These two are really – ! They take marriage too lightly! They sighed and looked at the Xinfaxian residents successfully returned home. Feng Mo, who was carrying the tea and snacks together with Li Tian, Sun Yi, Wu Yuan and Chen Han, cried when he saw his parents. “Mom! Dad!” he greeted as he stopped before them. “Wu-laoshi!” he exclaimed when he saw a tall and handsome man standing beside his parents.

Wu Bai laughed and also patted Feng Mo’s head like the Feng couple. “It’s good to see you, again.” Wu Bai said.

“Yeah! Did my parents treat you well?” Feng Mo asked, his eyes bright as he looked at his parents.

Wu Bai chuckled. “You might as well take me as your wife?” he said, making Feng Mo blush.

“Wu-laoshi!” Feng Mo said, embarrassed.

The area was covered in laughter and the atmosphere cheerful. Feng Mo then handed snacks and drinks to the residents along Li Tian and the others.

However, the Youxiwang Sect left, they were surprised. “Isn’t he… familiar?” Ming Ye said as they looked at Wu Bai.

“Yes, he is. He looked like a cultivator – ” Luo Shi said.

“He’s Wu Bai.” Chen Qing said. “Wu Fan’s cousin who was exiled in their family.” She explained.

They turned to her. “What?!” they said, shocked. Then, they turned to Wu Bai who was laughing with the Feng couple, Feng Mo’s parents. “What is he doing here in Xinfaxian…?” they said.

“Maybe like Sheng-er, who ran away from home – ” Chen Qing said, her eyes softened as she remembered her second son. ” – he also have found a family here in Xinfaxian.” She said and looked around.

“Xinfaxian…” Ming Ye muttered.

“A place for something new.” Luo Shi said.

Silence fell on them. Later and they helped Fan Wen, Xie Lan, Feng Mo and the others for the residents to settle back on their home. They also helped Xie Lan and Fan Wen strengthening their sect and the Xinfaxian’s barrier.

Fei Yin watched Cheng Sheng softly breathe as he sleeps. His fair and smooth skin became fairer his cheeks are rosy. They looked like you could pinch out water from them. His brows are sharp and his eyelashes are thick, long and curly. His nose is rounded at the tip and his lips became fuller. He looked beautiful, like an angel. “Stop staring at my son or he’ll melt.” Chen Jing said from the door. “That way, we won’t both see him.” He said and closed the door of Cheng Sheng’s room.

Fei Yin reluctantly removed his gaze. He turned to Chen Jing. “Chen patriarch.” He respectfully bowed.

“You might as well call me ‘father’ at this point, no?” Chen Jing said and sat on the other side of Cheng Sheng’s bed.

Fei Yin’s ears turned red, however his expression remained calm. “You have something to ask me.” He said.

“Will you answer if I ask about your feelings towards my son?” Chen Jing asked, rendering Fei Yin speechless. Now, it’s clear where did Cheng Sheng’s shameless attitude came from. It runs in the blood, albeit Cheng Sheng’s soul is different. “I want to hear your thoughts regarding Sheng-er’s golden core.” He directly said.

“May I know why?” Fei Yin asked.

Chen Jing looked at him. “As the person who personally met the man and the first person to see my child, should there be anything else?” he asked and looked Fei Yin in the eyes.

Fei Yin met his gaze. “No, Chen patriarch.” He answered and bowed.

Chen Jing nodded, pleased by his attitude. “Then, you may speak.” He told Fei Yin.

Fei Yin nodded. “That time when I caught my shidi, I felt his body was still trembling.” He said.

“Why?” Chen Jing asked.

Fei Yin looked at the sleeping Cheng Sheng. “I felt a strong power emanating from his body.” He honestly answered.

Chen Jing’s forehead knotted. “Wasn’t it from his golden core?” he asked.

“Maybe.” Fei Yin said. Silence. “Where does Chen patriarch think my shidi’s golden core came from?” he asked and looked at Chen Jing.

Chen Jing grinned, liked the look in Fei Yin’s eyes. A good kid. He thought as he laid his back on his seat. “Do you know that there’s actually another way to obtain golden core?” he asked.

“Aside from cultivation and golden core transplant, I can’t think of another method.” Fei Yin honestly answered.

Chen Jing nodded. “Gathering qi – ” he said and looked at Fei Yin. ” – like cultivation. However, if this is only it, then this is just the usual cultivation.” He said.

“‘usual cultivation’…”

“The normal way of cultivating.” Chen Jing said. “However, this method – it’s precisely for Sheng-er’s type.” He said. “Those who can’t cultivate to another level…” he said, his eyelids lowered. He gently combed Cheng Sheng’s head.

“Then, why didn’t you…” Fei Yin said.

“Why didn’t I teach Sheng-er this method?” Chen Jing looked at Fei Yin. “Because this is a suicidal method.” He answered.

Fei Yin’s eyes went wide in shock. “Suicidal…” he muttered, his lips quivered in fear for Cheng Sheng’s life. He could clearly feel Cheng Sheng’s body trembling non-stop. If the man didn’t warn him to not wake Cheng Sheng, who knows what would’ve happened… “Then, earlier, why didn’t you say – ” he said, then stopped.

Chen Jing smiled. “Yi-er and Yuan-er, including you, are there.” He said. “If only you are not as perceptive as Sheng-er, I wouldn’t have told you this.” He helplessly smiled. “The awakening the man spoke… it’s Spiritual Awakening.” He told him.

Dongfang, East-North Border.

“This is the Dongfang Sect…” Wu Fan muttered as he looked at the worn-down place. He didn’t notice he veered off while flying and reached the border. His ears perked up when he heard a noise behind him. He raised his sword and turned, only to see an empty place before him. He didn’t notice that a man crept up behind him and hit his nape. His eyes closed and he lost consciousness.