Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 72: You have a month to consider.

De Juran's complex and twisted mentality was beyond anyone's comprehension. It was a mixture of the defeat's resentment and jealousy, along with admiration and longing for the absolute talent of a genius. Like a cat envying a tiger.

Only by experiencing it firsthand can you understand how incredibly powerful kids can be – it's simply unreasonable.

His lifelong efforts, his tireless practice day and night, his honing of skills through battles with formidable opponents, and countless opportunities and epiphanies finally led him, at nearly sixty years old, to achieve the remarkable feat of surviving a 13-year-old boy's knockout punch.

With his heart broken and his life hanging by a thread as he drifted downstream, De Youlan's mind was filled with many thoughts.

To witness true power in one's lifetime is not a tragedy or despair, but a blessing.

He knew that the path of martial arts had never ended, and that future strong individuals could go even further...

"You look perfectly healthy and can shout so loudly! You don't seem to be in any trouble." The boy seriously suspected that the old man was trying to extort money from him.

I was thinking that since they'd come knocking, I should offer a small token of appreciation. Spending money to avoid further trouble wasn't unacceptable, especially since money comes in so quickly these days!

Now, listening to the old man's words, the young boy sensed something was amiss. It was all about providing for his parents and atoning for his sins in his later years.

So they didn't just want to fleece a little, they wanted to take the whole sheep!

"I have internal injuries, it would be a miracle if you could tell!"

The two exchanged a few words through the iron fence at the entrance, and the situation was still barely under control for the time being.

Unable to bear the pitiful, pleading gaze of the pink-haired loli, the boy reluctantly agreed to sit with the old man for a while to discuss compensation.

"Come in!" Tai'an reluctantly opened the door, his hands behind his back, his chubby face stern, and he exuded the aura of a stern and unsmiling boss.

De Yulan showed no mercy, never backing down from any danger, no matter how dangerous. After all, it was because of his daughter.

Moreover, judging from their first meeting, the child didn't seem like a villain who would attack people unprovoked, only resorting to violence when pushed to the limit.

The diners in the restaurant all cast surprised glances at them. In fact, they hadn't heard anything at all, only that Tai'an had gone out for a while.

Hib set up a soundproof barrier.

The matter of the Son of God is of utmost importance and cannot be disclosed casually, otherwise it could very likely lead to political turmoil and instability.

"Hey, Sister hope! You're here to see Xiao An?" Dorothy struck up a conversation.

"Yes! I need to talk to him about something small." hope nodded in greeting, then set up a new soundproof barrier around the living room.

"Well, kid, I've discovered you know how to enjoy yourself!" De Yulan sat on the single sofa on the left, his legs crossed in a familiar manner, completely disregarding the dignity and image of a nobleman.

Tai'an didn't care, sitting directly opposite Deyulan in the exact same posture: "Get to the point, don't try to rip me off! You're acting like a woman, all you did was take a punch! And you still have the nerve to come looking for me..."

"Hey, I've noticed you're quite the smooth talker... Well then, I'll get straight to the point..." Deyulan clenched his fist near his nose and cleared his throat: "I want a son! Or a male offspring..."

The atmosphere became slightly awkward.

"If you want a son, find your own wife to have one! Do you expect me to buy a woman and give her to you?"

"It's not impossible. I can buy an old lady for him and give her to him. That would be a good deed," Tai'an thought to himself.

"That's not what I meant..." Deyulan's eyes darted around, unsure how to begin, so he started with an analogy: "You've heard about earth dragon mating, haven't you?"

Earth dragons that breed with stronger targets usually produce stronger offspring, while those that breed with weaker targets tend to gradually degenerate.

"I can offer you some compensation for your nutrition; consider it! Our Tulip family business is incredibly wealthy, our resources far beyond your imagination. Whether it's fine gold or mithril, you can choose whatever you like..."

"Dad, what are you saying!" Fu's face was as red as the sunset, and she grabbed De Youlan's arm and shook it hard.

This sudden turn of events made her wish she could crawl under the table, feeling ashamed that she would never be able to interact openly with her friends again.

"Sweetie! Daddy won't hurt you..." Deyulan rubbed his daughter's head.

"Outrageous! Humans aren't animals! How can they be so shameless as to act recklessly?" Tai'an rebuked righteously and sternly.

Knowing there was a soundproof barrier, they deliberately turned up the volume.

"Kid, you'd better think this through. I'm giving you a plan that minimizes the damage. If you don't comply, I'll reveal your true identity to others." The old fox grinned wickedly, believing he had leverage over the other party.

"What is my real identity?" The boy's momentum faltered.

"You must not want your life to be disturbed by hiding in such a remote place as the Wizarding Academy. It will be inconvenient to do anything after your identity is exposed..." As the marshal of the kingdom, Deyulan has a strategic vision and attacked the enemy's vitals in one fell swoop.

"I can also kill him to silence him." The boy's eyes were fierce as he stood up, adopting a desperate stance.

"Of course, I believe you are capable! But do you think I wouldn't have thought of this? Before I came, I told my confidants..." De Yulan was unfazed by the threat.

The main problem is the boy's cute and innocent appearance, which is too deceptive. If it were a burly man with a scarred face, he certainly wouldn't dare to underestimate him.

"In short, impossible!" Tai'an said firmly, his gaze hesitant as he looked at the old man's two daughters.

They are all the best of the best.

Especially the eldest daughter, the vice principal. Her looks, figure, and temperament are all near perfect. Her goddess-like face, her holy demeanor, and her confident, strong-woman aura all ignite the most primal desires in the opposite sex.

It seems that a small horse pulling a large cart isn't so bad?

"No, no, a pure yang body has a beneficial effect on cultivation; it must not be easily abandoned..."

Tai'an set himself a small goal: to abstain from women until his coming-of-age ceremony at the age of fourteen.

Only about six months left...

"Dad! Aren't you ashamed?!" Fu broke down in tears, feeling like she was being used as a bargaining chip and pushed around, and the worst part was that the other party didn't even want her.

"Hey, hey, my dear daughter, don't cry..." Deyulan was at a loss, holding Fu on her lap and patting her back.

"From now on, you can stay by Dad's side forever, it's so nice that you don't have to get married. Otherwise, which old man would want you..."

De Yulan liked to tell stories of older men marrying younger women to frighten his daughter.

Fu's face paled. In her mind's eye, Xiao An was tens of thousands of times better. No wonder everyone wanted to stick close to him. She buried her head in her father's shoulder and remained silent for a moment, silently showing her acquiescence.

hope spoke for the first time: "You severely injured my father. I have the right to intervene, both morally and legally! I hereby challenge you to a duel."

"My condition is that all grudges be wiped clean," Tai'an said, seizing the opportunity to set a condition.

"Alright!" A strange glint flashed in hope's eyes: "If you are defeated, you must grant me one request."

"Going too far won't do!" Tai'an said beforehand.

"It won't cause you any real harm. I'll come find you tomorrow at noon." hope stood up from the sofa.

De Yulan, holding his second daughter, said as he left, "Kid, I'll give you a month to think it over."

(End of this chapter)