Primordial Era: I've become a cheat code by taking Yang Jian as my disciple?

"Do you sit here every day?"

"Um."

"Aren't you bored?"

"No."

"...Couldn't you have said just two more words?"

Yang Jian thought for a moment: "It's not boring."

Ao Tingxin's lips twitched visibly.

She squatted down on the opposite side of the reef—the same spot as yesterday—and looked up at Yang Jian.

But today she brought something with her: a string of grilled fish strung together with straw rope.

The food is freshly grilled on Yuliang Street and is still steaming hot.

"Want some?"

Yang Jian glanced down at the skewer of grilled fish.

"Did you pay for this fish?"

"Of course! ...I traded it for seashells."

Yang Jian did not answer.

"Tch, fine, don't eat it then."

Ao Tingxin tore off a piece herself and started crunching away, swallowing it whole, bones and thorns.

Watching her chew and swallow even the fish bones, Yang Jian finally confirmed one thing—

This fourth princess is indeed a dragon.

"By the way, where's your sister?"

Ao Tingxin asked while chewing on fish, her question casual, as if she were talking about the weather.

Yang Jian tensed up for a moment.

How did you know I have a younger sister?

"I went back with you yesterday."

Ao Ting said matter-of-factly, "You're staying at that inn. The third room on the right on the second floor is yours, and the fourth room belongs to a little girl. It's just the two of you. They look quite alike; what else could it be but her sister?"

Yang Jian's third eye mark started twitching again.

Follow him?

The dragon princess from the True Immortal Realm was following him, and he didn't even notice?

"Relax," Zhong Lingyun said, uttering a single word.

Yang Jian took a deep breath and leaned his back against the reef again.

"Her name is Yang Chan."

"Yang Chan? That sounds nice!"

Ao Tingxin threw the fish bone into the sea, and before it sank, a sea fish leaped up and snatched it away.

"I'm going to visit her tomorrow!"

"no."

Why?

Yang Jian didn't say why.

He couldn't very well say, "Because you are a true immortal of the Dragon Clan, I'm afraid you'll harm my sister"—besides, given this girl's personality, the more he refused, the more enthusiastic she became.

Ao Tingxin ignored him as expected, stood up, patted her skirt, and walked straight towards the inn.

"Ai--"

Yang Jian stood up and took two steps after him.

Ao Tingxin turned around and made a face at him.

"You still have expressions!"

Then he ran away without looking back.

Yang Jian stood on the reef, the sea breeze filling his robes.

That inexplicable feeling welled up in his chest again, and this time he finally recognized what it was—

irritable.

Pure, non-murderous agitation.

He hadn't felt this emotion in so long that he almost didn't recognize himself.

……

Yang Chan's acceptance of Ao Tingxin came faster than anyone expected.

That afternoon, when Yang Jian returned to the inn, he found that the door to Yang Chan's room was open, and he could hear two girls chatting and laughing inside.

"Really? Your bathhouse is longer than this street?"

"Of course it's true! We live underwater, and that palace—oh my, it's huge! Much, much bigger than your city!"

"The seabed? You live in the sea?"

"Well... it's just... it's close to the sea..."

Yang Jian leaned against the door frame, looking at the scene inside the room.

Yang Chan sat cross-legged on the bed, with a pile of medicinal herbs spread out in front of her; Ao Tingxin sat to the side, curiously poking at the leaves of a spiritual herb.

Two girls of similar age huddled together, looking like old friends who had known each other for ten years.

Ao Tingxin was the first to notice Yang Jian at the door and made a "shh" gesture to him.

"Don't disturb me! Your sister is showing me something good!"

Yang Chan looked up at Yang Jian and smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Second Brother, Sister Tingxin is so kind! She brought me so many seashells! Look—"

Yang Chan held up a snail shell the size of a fist, from which a faint, watery fragrance emanated.

Yang Jian glanced at the shell—it wasn't an ordinary conch, but a shallow-sea spirit conch, whose water elemental energy could aid in cultivating the Western Emperor Scripture.

This item isn't considered rare among cultivators, but for Yang Chan's current level, it's a decent gift.

"Accepting things from other people without permission?"

Yang Chan's smile froze for a moment.

Ao Tingxin stood up, put her hands on her hips, and stared directly at Yang Jian with her blue eyes.

"What do you mean by 'someone else's things'? Chan'er and I are friends! It's perfectly normal for friends to give each other gifts! What's wrong with you? Why are you talking so rudely?"

Yang Jian stared at her expressionlessly.

The two were more than half a head apart in height—Yang Jian was tall, and Ao Tingxin was short.

However, in terms of presence, Ao Tingxin managed to make up for the difference by tilting her head back and increasing her volume.

Yang Chan tugged at Ao Tingxin's sleeve from the side.

"Sister Tingxin, don't be angry. My second brother is just like that; he doesn't know how to speak properly..."

Ao Tingxin snorted, sat back on the edge of the bed, and turned her back to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian retreated to the corridor and closed the door.

Zhong Lingyun's voice followed.

Your reaction just now was inappropriate.

"What's wrong?"

"When she gave your sister something, your first reaction was to question her motives."

"I……"

"No one in the Ten Thousand Mountains will give you anything for no reason."

Zhong Lingyun said, "But this is not the Ten Thousand Mountains."

Yang Jian leaned against the wall of the corridor, the back of his head hitting the rough earthen wall.

A low voice came from inside the door: "Second brother didn't mean it that way. He's just not very good at getting along with people... He's been in the mountains for too long..."

And Ao Tingxin replied loudly, "That doesn't mean you can be so fierce! I didn't eat his fish!"

Yang Jian closed his eyes.

The sea breeze blew in from the window at the end of the corridor, carrying the unique salty and pungent smell of Yuliang Street.

He mentally reviewed the word "revenge," then put it back.

It's not that I don't want to apply anymore.

There are some other things next to these two characters.

Those things were blurry and hadn't taken shape yet, but they had already occupied the space.

Yang Jian opened his eyes, turned around and went downstairs.

He went to the tavern and sat there for two hours.

This time I didn't break the wine glass.

……

When Ao Tingxin arrived on the third day, she brought a live crab.

It wasn't an ordinary crab—its shell glowed with a pale blue fluorescence, its two pincers were a size larger than those of a normal crab, and it was still blowing bubbles while tied with straw rope.

"For your sister!"

Ao Tingxin shoved the crab into Yang Chan's hand, "The juice inside this thing's shell can be used in medicine. I spent ages catching one in the shallow sea!"

Yang Chan took it and flipped through it, her eyes lighting up.

"Azure-Armored Spirit Crab? Grandpa Bai Ze wrote about this in his pharmacopoeia... The essence inside its shell can help refine the Mind-Clearing Pill!"

"What Bai Ze?"

"It's nothing!"

Yang Chan quickly changed her mind, grabbed the crab, and ran into the house.

Ao Tingxin turned her head to look at Yang Jian, who was leaning against the wall, and wrinkled her nose.

"Are you going to sit on the rock again today?"

"Um."

"So boring."

After Ao finished speaking, he took a step and followed.

She didn't ask if she could go with it, she just went with it.

Yang Jian walked to the reef and sat down, while she squatted on another, lower reef next to him, swinging her legs back and forth, her skirt trailing in the seawater.

Neither of them spoke.

The waves crashed one after another, seagulls flew overhead, and the distant calls of fishing boats drifted on the wind.