Volume One, Chapter 13: Toil with Unyielding Dedication

“Damn, this woman is really desperate—she hasn’t let me leave the house for three days.” Seeing Elder Ba standing guard outside the door, he wondered if it was time for him to be called “father” now. Ha ha.

“Elder Ba, I can’t take it anymore. I need to rest for a week this time. Please tell them.”

The Second Elder’s family.

“Qin’er, you must listen to me, the old ancestor,” said the young woman, dignified and elegant, her beauty regal yet tearful.

“Ancestor, how can you do this? You want me to serve a man I’ve never even met. I won’t go. Besides, I’m your grandson’s wife!”

The Second Elder was angry. “Whether you want to or not, you must go. It’s for your own good.”

The woman was incredulous. “How is this for my good? You’re just ruining me and your grandson.”

“Besides, your grandson certainly won’t agree.”

The Second Elder snorted. “If he dares to disagree, I’ll deal with him. This is the most important matter of the family.”

Back in that cave dwelling.

This time, Ye Bufan felt the woman had a delicate, refined air about her. She looked quite reluctant as well.

So he planned to take it slow and set the mood first.

“Are you tired? Let me massage you.”

The woman didn’t respond but resignedly accepted. She lay down.

Her smooth, flat abdomen curved in an S-shape, completely exposed.

“Wow, such a perfect figure, not an ounce of excess fat.”

The curve above suddenly appeared more imposing!

He started massaging her calves, slow and strong kneading.

“Mmm, ah! So comfortable, I didn’t expect you really knew how to do this!”

The woman finally spoke. She had thought Ye Bufan’s offer to massage was just an excuse, but he really did know.

“Ha ha, I used to get massages often, so I know a bit. I think the essence of a massage is strong fingers—it feels great.”

“Mm!”

The beauty let out a soft moan of pleasure naturally.

His hands slowly moved toward her inner thighs, a sensitive area for both men and women, but very soothing when massaged.

“Hee hee, that tickles! Stop it!”

With the rise and fall of her breathing, Ye Bufan’s heartbeat unconsciously synchronized with hers!

The thin, narrow garment she wore couldn’t hide her natural assets under the candlelight.

Her collarbone dipped up to reveal a stunningly beautiful face.

Full, inviting lips curved enticingly—he longed to kiss her at that moment!

She naturally radiated a strong allure.

Ye Bufan thought, I’m almost losing control—might as well give in!

“Mm! Mm!”

The blanket on the bed slipped off one corner, but neither noticed.

No one was paying attention.

They had more important matters to attend to.

After a night together,

She was surprisingly satisfied with Ye Bufan.

Far better than her own man, and she no longer resented the ancestor who forced her here.

Snuggling against Ye Bufan, she suddenly did not want to leave.

Ye Bufan said, “Don’t worry, there will definitely be a next time. Your family isn’t going to stop at just one child, right?”

At Elder Five’s mountain peak.

“Disciple, this time I have secured a great opportunity for you.”

After a month of intense labor, he finally had a day of rest.

The sun set, and the bright moon climbed onto the branches.

Ye Bufan’s family had just finished dinner. Using the spirit stones earned, he converted all into lifespan—now aged 660,545 years, finally feeling less anxious.

He planned to stop exchanging spirit stones for lifespan and instead save energy to upgrade the system.

Looking at the upgrade requiring 100 million energy points, his body involuntarily staggered.

How long would it take to earn that much?

“Each triple spirit root I get nets 20,000 spirit stones. I need 5,000 times—that’s over ten years if just once a day!”

“Ugh, that’s too slow. Even a few double spirit roots are too few. I have to find a way to earn more.”

Elder Chen arrived.

Ye Bufan understood the implication.

“Ladies, please rest first. I’m going to handle some matters for the sect.”

“Husband, go ahead.”

Nie Yushan guessed but wasn’t sure. She wasn’t worried now; she couldn’t quite see her husband in this lifetime clearly yet.

She believed Ye Bufan still didn’t know her true background.

Over so many years, no one had ever seen through her.

Zheng Xiuying, whose marriage was not entirely pure in motive, could probably guess something.

She did not yet know that the Liuyun Sect had wiped out her entire family.

Back in that cave dwelling converted from a mine, with formations at the entrance for concealment, the interior was a bit better arranged than before.

Upon entering, Ye Bufan saw a row of 15 women sitting inside. His eyes brightened, then suddenly narrowed.

He was going all out.

To earn money, he had to rely on himself.

These were all female disciples of the sect—some with triple spirit roots, some double, some single—but the sect only provided each with 40,000 spirit stones, as it couldn’t afford more.

One year later.

“Daddy, I miss you so much.”

“Me too.”

The three daughters taken in as disciples by Xiao Wanying arrived.

“Ha ha, I miss you all too. It’s been a while; you’ve all grown taller.”

Nie Feifei said, “Master said we can live here now—this is wonderful.”

But she noticed her father looked more haggard than before, with sunken eyes and dark circles.

“Daddy, are you unhappy here? You’ve lost weight.”

Ye Bufan thought, your father is indeed imperfectly happy right now.

In pain yet joyful.

“Ha ha, it’s nothing. I’m fine now. Don’t worry.”

Over the year, with many babies born, Ye Bufan’s abilities were fully proven. The sect now had many children with heavenly spirit roots, and even two with immortal spirit roots. So they no longer valued the yellow-grade spirit roots of Nie Feifei, Feiyan, and Feiyu.

Ye Bufan’s children by blood numbered 35 born, with another 108 unborn.

Today, he was preparing to open a plot of land to cultivate some wheat and vegetables with the children.

Just after dinner, Elder Chen came again.

This time bringing only one woman.

The sect had spent a huge sum—four million spirit stones.

Nie Feifei and the others noticed.

“Wang Xifeng! Why is she here?”

“Uh, it’s you all? Long time no see.”

Wang Xifeng’s face flushed red upon seeing Nie Feifei there. She wished she could crawl into a hole and hide.

Ye Bufan quickly said to his daughters, “Daddy has something to do. Wait here a moment.”

The three girls were puzzled. What business could Daddy have with Wang Xifeng?

Back in the cave dwelling.

But now, there was a rocking chair added by Ye Bufan himself—to add some charm. Otherwise, every time was the same and a bit dull.

Wang Xifeng stood there, a perfect one-meter-eighty model height and a flawless figure, becoming a striking sight even without moving.

Her graceful posture, dewy skin glowing with healthy radiance.

At twenty, she was youthful and radiant, exuding vitality and charm.

Her refined demeanor, the aura of a privileged young lady raised in luxury, radiated noble elegance from her very bones, intensifying any man’s desire to conquer.