Yang Feilong watched his father painstakingly teach him how to woo his childhood sweetheart and felt something was off.
"He just wanted to whip me to death, and you're telling me to pursue her? Aren't you afraid she'll kill me!" Yang Feilong retorted, annoyed.
"She was just angry at my words for a moment," Yang Pingtian said.
"What did you say to make her so angry?" Yang Feilong asked, confused.
Yang Pingtian then explained. Yang Feilong was speechless. So, he was involved in this? That woman actually said she wanted to marry him to anger her father? And then his father went along with it and expressed his approval. Who wouldn't be angry at that!
"Of course, the trigger was your remark at the time. 'Just this? Just this?' She might have taken it personally, thinking you were talking about her. So..." Yang Pingtian shrugged.
Yang Feilong: "..."
I'm really catching bullets while lying down.
"By the way, you should have known I was your father a long time ago. Why were you so merciless towards your cousin, your uncle, and your eldest uncle?" Yang Pingtian asked, raising an eyebrow.
"First, they never nurtured me. In fact, until last night, I only had resentment towards them, no familial affection. Second, several people from the younger generation of the Yang family repeatedly caused me trouble. Third, the head of the Yang family led the charge to snatch my woman!" Yang Feilong said calmly.
"Although they were wrong, they are, after all, your relatives," Yang Pingtian sighed.
"Think about it, if your cousin or younger cousin's father led them to snatch my mother, wouldn't you be angry?" Yang Feilong pouted.
"If they dared to do that, I'd kill them!" Yang Pingtian roared.
Yang Feilong glanced at Yang Pingtian: "..."
Yang Pingtian glanced at Yang Feilong, his old face flushing red: "..."
"The essence of humanity is double standards. It truly is," Yang Feilong mused.
"Ahem." Yang Pingtian's face was red, and he chuckled awkwardly.
Alright, hearing his son say that, he understood. His son's anger was normal. Moreover, his son had no familial affection for them. Even he, his father, had been talking for so long and his son hadn't called him 'Dad' or 'Father.' But nothing.
Of course, he wasn't in a hurry. After all, he had suddenly appeared as a son, and he wasn't that adaptable, let alone having a father suddenly appear.
He would slowly cultivate it, and his son would call him later.
Yang Pingtian thought to himself, let's introduce him to a girlfriend first. If it works out, how could he not call him?
"By the way, why did you help the old ancestor of the Xiao family deal with me before?" Yang Pingtian asked, looking at his son as if he had just remembered something.
"My mother was imprisoned, and I was worried you'd act impulsively. I endured the pain and lied to you. But I saw you flirting with the former number one beauty in the martial world in front of so many people, and I felt uncomfortable, thinking it was unfair to my mother," Yang Feilong said honestly.
"I've already introduced her to you as your girlfriend. Don't you know how pure our relationship is?" Yang Pingtian looked at his son speechlessly.
"I didn't know at the time," Yang Feilong spread his hands.
Yang Pingtian: "..."
Alright!
He had nothing to say about this.
"Son, you've become a son-in-law of the Xiao family now. Do you know how the old man of the Xiao family suddenly broke through to the Xiantian realm? Of course, if you can't say, you don't have to," Yang Pingtian asked Yang Feilong with some curiosity.
Yang Feilong was silent for a moment. Yang Pingtian thought Yang Feilong didn't want to say and was about to change the subject when he spoke, "I helped him remove his hidden ailments and also helped him condition his body a little, and he broke through naturally!"
"You can remove hidden ailments?" Yang Pingtian's eyes widened in disbelief. He had naturally heard of many old-generation powerhouses who were stuck at the peak of the Zunwu realm because they had hidden ailments and various other issues, preventing them from impacting Xiantian in their best state. Xiantian realm was a huge hurdle, a difference between heaven and earth. It was difficult to break through even in the best state, let alone with poor physical condition!
"Why not?" Yang Feilong shrugged, saying proudly, "My medical skills are no less than my martial arts!"
"What?" Yang Pingtian gasped in surprise.
He didn't doubt his son's words, but he was shocked. What kind of genius son had Xiuzhu given him!
His martial arts talent alone amazed him, his father, and now his medical skills were also so astonishing!
Seeing Yang Pingtian's shocked expression, Yang Feilong felt a little happy. He was, after all, his biological father. He had already accepted him psychologically. As his mother said, he hadn't had it easy. Moreover, even though he was 'abandoned' back then, he had remained devoted to his mother for so many years. Such a good man was rare!
If he saw him living well, he would feel disappointed for his suffering mother.
And the facts proved that his mother, whom he had never met, had found a good man.
"That... Son, can you..." Yang Pingtian asked somewhat hesitantly.
But before he could finish, he was interrupted by Yang Feilong: "No!"
"Ah?" Yang Pingtian was disappointed.
"Not before the New Year. We can talk about it after the New Year when I have time," Yang Feilong said, shaking his head. He naturally knew what his father meant, wanting to help some people in the Yang family with their hidden ailments. Such problems were common, and everyone had them to some extent. Like himself, even though he had no hidden ailments, he was sick, and not just with ordinary illnesses.
"Oh, I wasn't in a hurry either," Yang Pingtian said with a light smile upon hearing Yang Feilong's words. He hadn't expected his son to help with treatments right away.
After all, it wasn't what a father should do to ask his son to run around immediately after meeting him.
Yang Feilong nodded and then said, "Don't spread the word that I have medical skills, and very powerful ones at that. It's not a good thing."
"I understand," Yang Pingtian nodded. He thought for a moment and looked at Yang Feilong nervously, "That, can people know I'm your father?"
At this moment, his eyes were filled with hope and apprehension, fearing his son would refuse.
Yang Feilong was silent for a moment. Seeing the hope and apprehension in Yang Pingtian's eyes, he couldn't bear to let him be sad, so he nodded, "But don't let them know my mother's name, or the consequences would be unimaginable."
"Thank you, son. I know," Yang Pingtian said, overjoyed, like a child. He now understood why his son had boldly revealed Li Xiuzhu's name earlier. He thought about it and was also glad for his son's actions at the time, otherwise, if it had gotten out, it might have led to a fatal disaster. Because they knew the situation of Li Xiuzhu was not good, and she was likely imprisoned, but they had no specific information.
"Let's go, we should go out too," Yang Feilong said after a moment of thought. "After all, so many people are waiting in the martial arts arena. Today, it's your celebration for breaking through to the Xiantian realm, so it should be a joyous occasion."
"En," Yang Pingtian nodded. Although he wanted to spend more time with his son to foster their father-son relationship, he also knew that not going out and making so many people wait outside was very inappropriate.