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

Thunder rumbled through the clouds, and large raindrops fell, sweeping across the entire sky.

When Feng Qiguang returned to the clan, his white robe was soaked and clung to his body.

As soon as he stepped into the veranda, the servants guarding the veranda were all startled and hurriedly stepped forward.

He waved his hand, said nothing, and stood under the eaves for a while.

He had planned to talk to her today to clear things up, but then this conch-headed boy appeared!

Feng Qiguang's chest heaved, a surge of bitterness mixed with anger.

He may encounter all sorts of rivals in love in the future.

Can I really not care?

At this moment, a servant brought over clean robes, which he changed into.

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As darkness fell, the students of the academy emerged one after another.

Someone called out to Song Chi, "Song Chi, today's sparring isn't over yet."

Song Chi didn't even turn his head. "No, I need to go home early today. Maybe next time."

The clerk followed behind him, glancing up at the sky; the rain showed no sign of stopping.

She whispered, "Brother Song Chi, today is the day I say goodbye to my sister. I want to give her a gift, but it's raining so hard..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person behind the pillar stopped in his tracks.

Feng Qiguang stood there, pausing.

Farewell day? Is she leaving?

Feng Qiguang turned around, and his tall figure slowly emerged from the shadows inside the pillar.

After seeing him, the clerk swallowed the rest of his sentence and moved closer to Song Chi.

Song Chi glanced at Feng Qiguang, then looked up and was about to leave.

"Stop!" Feng Qiguang shouted. "Explain yourselves clearly. What farewell day? Who is saying goodbye?"

The clerk glanced at Song Chi, who stared blankly ahead, showing no intention of speaking.

After hesitating for a moment, the clerk said, "My sister said she plans to go out and gain experience, and may leave tomorrow."

Feng Qiguang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Are we going to run away again, to a place he doesn't know?

He was still struggling with his decision, and now his mind was in complete turmoil.

Compared to never seeing her again, what did those feelings of jealousy matter?

At this moment, he had never felt the title of the heir of the Feng family so powerless. Even though he was the leading figure of the younger generation in Beichuan.

But now he's nothing more than a pitiful creature trapped in his emotions.

Feng Qiguang quickly followed the two and said, "I'll go with you."

The clerk was stunned: "Huh? Coming to our house?"

"Is that not allowed?"

Song Chi frowned: "No, it's inconvenient, and you're not welcome."

Feng Qiguang laughed: "Then go back and ask your sister if she'll kick me out."

The clerk glanced at him discreetly, then at Song Chi, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Um... what exactly is your relationship with my sister?"

Feng Qiguang looked down at her.

His lips slowly curved into a smile, his tone tinged with barely concealed smugness, "I'll allow you to call me brother-in-law from now on."

Document: ?

Song Chi finally paused, turned his head, and glared at Feng Qiguang.

The document was covered with a handkerchief, and his almond-shaped eyes were wide open.

What is Brother Xingqi?

When footsteps echoed in the courtyard, Yu Luoning's meal was already prepared. Not only did she love to eat, but she also had some skill in cooking.

"Sister, we're back."

Yu Luoning heard the noise, turned around, and then paused.

There's one more person.

The last one, tall and slender, dressed in white with a hint of rain, stood at the courtyard gate. His expression was somewhat unnatural, his brows and eyes were a little tense, and his thin lips were slightly pursed.

Those eyes seemed to be struggling to suppress some emotion, yet they couldn't quite manage it completely, leaving the whole person with an inexplicable sense of unease and awkwardness.

Yu Luoning raised an eyebrow in her mind. If it weren't for the two children there, she would have loved to whistle.

"Since you're here, come in together."

The dining table was square, with each of the four people occupying a corner.

The clerk sat next to Yu Luoning, Song Chi was opposite him, and Feng Qiguang sat on the far right, neither too close nor too far from Yu Luoning, sitting upright and proper.

He glanced down at the dishes on the table, somewhat surprised: "Did you make all of this?"

"Yeah, I just cooked something quick." Yu Luoning put down a pair of chopsticks in front of him, looked up at him, "But you're on a fast, right? I don't think you eat these things."

Feng Qiguang's ears twitched slightly. "...You can eat some."

Yu Luoning didn't say anything more and turned to serve food to Wenshu. Song Chi sat opposite, silently glanced at Feng Qiguang, then looked away and lowered his head to eat.

Sit down and be quiet for a while.

The clerk held the bowl, her eyes reddening. She lowered her head and didn't speak.

Seeing this, Yu Luoning picked up a piece of her favorite dish and put it in her bowl.

When they were almost finished using it, the clerk took a small cloth bag from her sleeve, pushed it in front of Yu Luoning, her little face flushed.

"Sister, this is a sachet I bought. It's just an ordinary item, but the embroidered azure cloud and qilin on it is very suitable for you. I wish you can break through your bottlenecks and attain great supernatural powers when you go out to train, just like this qilin riding on auspicious clouds."

Upon hearing this, Yu Luoning's eyes crinkled into a smile; she simply couldn't resist the implication.

"Our little clerk really knows how to pick things; she's got it all figured out for you. Thank you!"

The clerk finally couldn't hold back and rushed over to hug her, saying in a muffled voice, "Then, sister, you must come back quickly after you've finished your training."

Yu Luoning patted her on the shoulder and said a few words of comfort.

Song Chi stood to the side, head down, and handed over what he was holding—a small amulet for good luck.

It looks a bit rough, but he carved it himself.

He didn't say anything, and Yu Luoning took it and carefully put it into her bosom.

Feng Qiguang sat to one side, watching this scene without saying a word.

Knowing that Yu Luoning and Feng Qiguang had something to say, Wenshu and Song Chi tactfully went into the room.

At this moment, only the two people remained in the main room.

The fine rain outside had stopped, but the yard was still damp, with water droplets clinging to the leaves of the jujube tree.

Occasionally, it falls to the ground, making a faint sound.

The two sat on the veranda, and Yu Luoning was in no hurry to speak.

After sitting there for a while, Feng Qiguang finally couldn't hold back any longer and said, "I have something to tell you."

Yu Luoning turned her head and looked at his handsome profile, saying, "I know, tell me."

Feng Qiguang moved his lips, unsure of where to begin.

Yu Luoning stated bluntly, "Have you thought this through? Today is your last chance. I plan to leave tomorrow."

"Whether you continue or not, whatever choice you make, I will respect it."

The air was still for a moment, then a breeze blew in, causing the bamboo curtain under the eaves to sway slightly.

Feng Qiguang looked up at her, his Adam's apple bobbing. He had thought about it for many days, considering stopping, treating it as a tribulation on his cultivation path. Once he overcame it, he could continue cultivating with a cold heart and a hardened mind. His Dao heart would become more stable, and his heart would harden, which would be a more suitable path for a cultivator.

But he couldn't do it; if she stood alive and well in front of him, all his reason would completely crumble.

"I've thought it through." His voice was low and husky, his eyes burning. "Continue."

Yu Luoning didn't speak. She quietly looked at the man, then walked over, reached out and grabbed his collar, stood on tiptoe, and pulled him into her arms.

She's not tall, so it's a bit difficult to pick her up.

Since Feng Qiguang was willing to make such a big concession, Yu Luoning should at least comfort her man.

"Little Phoenix, I'm sorry to have to put you through this. But don't worry, at least for now, you're all I have," Yu Luoning said earnestly.

Feng Qiguang lowered his eyes.

Fine eyelashes cast a small shadow under the eyes.

He didn't know how long it would take, at least not now, nor who else would be next.

But when he said he was all alone, Feng Qiguang felt a quiet loosening in his chest, as if a gentle stream was flowing through him, soothing the hollow in his heart.

It seems that Li Yunyu, that loser, is out of the game.

Thinking of this, Feng Qiguang's expression became lively.