Dual cultivation makes you stronger, everyone else is a prodigy, and I'm the only one slacking

He seemed not to have heard clearly, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice inexplicably hoarse: "What...did you say?"

Yu Luoning put the skewers aside, wiped her hands, and smiled:

"I am pregnant."

"Your seed."

Those seven words left Feng Qiguang frozen in place.

That usually proud and aloof face now looked as if it had been struck by a hammer, and she even forgot to breathe.

"How...how is this possible?"

Yu Luoning twitched the corner of her mouth. "You forgot about that dual cultivation in the cave? The timing was perfect."

Feng Qiguang's eyes flickered with confusion for a moment, and his voice trembled with panic: "I...I..."

That's amazing?

If Yu Luoning knew what he was thinking, she would definitely roll her eyes.

That experience in the cave was absolutely terrible.

However, you can't say that, because if someone gets angry, you'll be the one who suffers.

Seeing Feng Qiguang frozen in place, she stood up, straightened her back, pointed to her lower abdomen, and said confidently:

"Those who cultivate themselves should be most wary of cause and effect. Since you and I have made a bond, this child is your consequence."

"Are you trying to renege on your debt?"

"Let me tell you, if you dare touch me, you'll never have peace of mind in this lifetime. Be careful, this child might turn into a ghost and haunt you for the rest of your life."

"Father, Father, why are you so heartless to abandon Xiaobao?"

"Xiao Bao is so lonely down there... Can you come and keep me company?"

Feng Qiguang's forehead veins throbbed a few times, and he remained silent for a moment.

It was obvious that his aura had diminished.

After a long pause, he suddenly spoke: "...If it really is mine, of course I will take responsibility."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across her face, his tone serious:

"I...I won't kill you then."

He never really intended to kill her, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to escape so many times so easily.

He was just holding onto a pent-up anger that he couldn't quite explain, as if chasing after her would temporarily free him from the nightmare of that day.

With his primordial yang energy lost, there was no possibility of him mastering the Pure Yang Foundation Building Technique again; he needed to start cultivating another technique from scratch.

But how easy is that?

"Since you are pregnant with my child, you are now considered a member of the Feng family... It is not considered a violation of ancestral precepts for a member of the Feng family to know the Feng family's unique skills."

The Feng family?

Yu Luoning's gaze sharpened, and she sat back down on the stool.

Oh no? Judging from what this guy is saying, does he want to marry her?

She looked down at the sizzling, oily skewers and suddenly realized they didn't smell good anymore.

Lying about being pregnant was just a delaying tactic. She wouldn't have used her body as a bargaining chip if she wasn't desperate.

But this little pheasant is too easy to fool, isn't it?

Yu Luoning continued grilling her skewers, her mind elsewhere.

As the old saying goes, one lie requires countless lies to cover it up.

Anyway, she wasn't afraid. Once she got Li Yunyu's skills, she would just find another place to live. After all, the Sky-Crossing Technique could cover a thousand miles in a single breath.

Men should just do their job; out with the old, in with the new.

Feng Qiguang glanced at her eyes, which were glistening with smoke from the barbecue, and coldly walked over, taking the skewer from her hand.

Yu Luoning was taken aback, then looked up at him and glared: "What? Are you robbing me?"

Feng Qiguang looked uncomfortable: "Since you're pregnant, you should avoid this kind of rough work in the future. What kind of appearance is that, with all that smoke and fire? If you damage your health and give birth to a sickly child, where will the Feng family's reputation be?"

Yu Luoning gave an "oh" sound, drawing out the last syllable, and a slight smile appeared on her lips as she couldn't resist teasing him.

"Oh, what do you think we should name our future children? Do you prefer a boy or a girl?"

Feng Qiguang's hand, which was flipping the meat skewers, suddenly froze. His heart felt as if it were filled with something soft and fluffy, and a sense of anticipation and joy rose up that he himself did not even realize.

"If it is a boy, he must be as gifted as I am; if it is a girl, she must be as gifted as any boy and be the brightest pearl in Beichuan."

But when he turned his head, he was met with Yu Luoning's carefree, street-smart demeanor.

Feng Qiguang couldn't help but show a look of disgust. "But I'm afraid your appearance will lower the quality of the child in the future. But it doesn't matter. After you return to the Feng family and the child is born, I will personally supervise your cultivation."

He said things he disliked, but his hands didn't stop moving.

Once the skewers were grilled, they were immediately handed to Yu Luoning. Then, a clean handkerchief and some tea were taken out of her storage bag.

"Wipe your hands before eating," Feng Qiguang coughed lightly.

Yu Luoning took it, feeling inexplicably melancholy.

How could their relationship have changed so drastically in the blink of an eye?

She comforted herself, telling herself not to be moved by such a small thing. The man is only nice to you now because he thinks you're pregnant with his child.

Besides, this person has been chasing her for so long, it's only natural for her to tease him a bit. She shouldn't feel any guilt.

Indeed, people with too high a moral compass live a very tiring life.

With that thought, she felt at ease and slumped back into the recliner.

Feng Qiguang gracefully flipped the skewers, the firelight reflecting off his refined features, making him appear somewhat ethereal. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he asked, "By the way, what's your name? I can't just call you 'fat woman' or 'fatso,' can I?"

Yu Luoning was sipping her milk tea when she heard this. She glanced at him and said irritably, "You know what's going on? You rude guy, you always call me fat, but I'm skinny now. Listen up, my name is Yu... Yu Xiaoguai."

"Little Darling? You're not daring at all." Feng Qiguang chewed on these two words, his eyes full of suspicion.

Yu Luoning pouted, "Don't you know that people tend to call themselves what they lack most?"

Feng Qiguang scoffed, "That makes some sense."

Yu Luoning snorted.

The name Li Yunyu gave him actually came in handy.

As for my real name, I absolutely cannot tell them. What if some kind of magic could curse them based on their real name and appearance? Wouldn't that be a huge disaster for me?

Besides, if the lie is exposed in the future and Feng Qiguang posts notices everywhere to hunt down Yu Xiaoguai, what does that have to do with Yu Luoning?

She's a woman of principle; she might deceive a man's true feelings, but she would never let him see her ID card.

The zombie king outside the birdcage was still staring intently at them, but its eyes were fixed on the kebabs, and it remained motionless.

Yu Luoning laughed, took out a string of them, and handed them out through the gap in the golden iron bars.

"Look how hungry the child is. Here, take this and have some."

The zombie king hesitated for a moment, then actually trembled as he prepared to accept the skewer of grilled meat.

Just as his large hand was about to reach out, Yu Luoning pulled the skewers back.

"What? You don't like it?"

Yu Luoning laughed and said, "Oh, forget it then."

The Zombie King believed it was truly his fault and that he shouldn't have hesitated. He pointed to his mouth, indicating that he wanted to eat.

Yu Luoning used the same trick again. The Zombie King looked at the skewers in his hand, but could only see them and not eat them.

Whenever he went to get the skewers, Yu Luoning would take them back, teasing him like that.

The red-haired zombie king immediately let out an impatient whimper.

Beside him, Feng Xiguang, who had been fanning the flames, had a wide-open expression on his face, and his hand holding the palm-leaf fan paused.

"If you provoke this zombie like this, he'll take care of you first once we get out of here."

Yu Luoning: "Anyway, he can't get in. Besides, you're still here, aren't you?"

Feng Qiguang suddenly fell silent, feeling a bit hot all over. He lowered his head and used a palm-leaf fan to cool himself down for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, footsteps echoed from the depths of the dark passageway at the end of the underground palace.

The two exchanged a glance and instantly held their breath.