Chapter 70: Fear of Having One’s Identity Exposed

“All right, all right, now is not the time to talk about this.” Li Ruofei, growing impatient, shook off his hand, strode forward, and grabbed Little Soybean’s two short legs, pulling the child into her arms. As she did so, she shouted angrily, “Gu Qingcheng, you damned scoundrel! If you want to play with children, go find a woman and have your own. Why do you keep fighting me for my son every day? What’s your intention?”

The Peach Blossom Immortal merely smiled, unconcerned by her fury, and said leisurely, “This immortal has taken a liking to your precious son. What can you do about it? When Soybean grows a little older, I’ll come to your house and ask you for him to make him my disciple.”

“Make him your disciple?” Li Ruoshui’s expression darkened further at these words, her face filled with disdain. “Hmph! You lecher, idle all day, only drinking, carousing, and flirting with women. How could I possibly trust you and send my son to be your disciple? Gu Qingcheng, put that idea out of your mind once and for all. Don’t even think about my son becoming your disciple.”

She finished, wedging Little Soybean’s chubby legs under her armpit, gritting her teeth as she pulled him toward herself.

At that moment, Gu Qingcheng, seeing her determination, became equally guarded. He gritted his teeth and refused to let go, pulling at Little Soybean’s plump arms, trying to draw him into his own embrace.

I watched from the side, utterly bewildered. This was a heart-stopping tug-of-war over a child.

“Ruoruo.”

The Demon King, apparently unable to bear it any longer, shook his head with a sigh. He stepped forward, swept Li Ruoshui into his arms, and laughed softly, “Enough, don’t be angry anymore. Our son may look a bit small, but after all, he is half-human and half-demon. His cultivation was personally taught by me, and to this day, he has three hundred years of cultivation. Being pulled by the Peach Blossom Immortal won’t hurt him. Ruoruo, you needn’t worry so much.”

“Three hundred years of cultivation?”

I turned my gaze to Little Soybean. At that moment, he was biting his tiny fist, mouth open, eyes brimming with tears as he looked at us, aggrieved. Seeing that none of us intended to rescue him from these clutches, his tears poured forth like a spring, and he turned, burying his head in Gu Qingcheng’s arms, sobbing softly.

Was this whole family immortal?

I staggered back a step, grabbing onto Zilian’s sleeve, hiding behind him, afraid they would discover that I was not a mortal but came from the Demon Realm.

The Demon King seemed to notice something amiss. He smiled and said to Zilian, “Immortal Lord Zilian’s disciple seems frightened by our conversation.”

“Is that so?”

Zilian turned to glance at me, then turned back to the Demon King and replied, “Boss Lu, why say that? My disciple is standing quite well behind me, isn’t he?”

“Is he?”

The Demon King smiled, saying nothing more.

“Waa, waa, waa…”

The sound of crying resumed, and everyone’s attention shifted to the endlessly weeping Little Soybean and to Gu Qingcheng, who was still trying to drag the child home.

“Oh, you troublesome girl! This immortal merely likes your son and couldn’t help wanting to hold him and take him as a disciple. Why must you fight me so desperately?”

Seeing that Little Soybean wouldn’t stop crying, Gu Qingcheng, helpless, frowned, slowly released him, and tried to hand him back to Li Ruoshui.

“Peach Blossom Brother, Peach Blossom Brother!”

A childish girl’s voice called from outside the door.

Gu Qingcheng, looking as though he’d seen a ghost, quickly tossed Little Soybean into the Demon King’s arms and turned to flee. As he ran, he warned Little Soybean, “Stop your little bride from coming in here. If you dare tell her where I’m hiding, tomorrow morning I’ll hang the diapers you left at my mansion when you were little on the city gates for all the girls of Yulin City to see. Let them witness what Little Lord Soybean’s diapers looked like when he was young.”

He finished with a sly smile.

Little Soybean’s face turned bright red. Under Gu Qingcheng’s threat, he could only nod tearfully in agreement.

“Good boy, my little disciple is so obedient.”

Just as Li Ruoshui was about to scold him, hands on hips, Gu Qingcheng made a swift getaway and vanished.