Chapter 453: Chapter 452: Father and Daughter
"No."
Yang Fei answered resolutely.
"I have already told you everything you wanted to know without any reservation."
Immortal Yan clearly didn’t believe him, her bright eyes staring at Yang Fei.
However, she couldn’t detect any hint of concealment or dishonesty on Yang Fei’s face.
"My life and death are at your mercy, do you think I, still so young, value my life or a cultivation technique I’ve already learned more?" Yang Fei countered.
Immortal Yan laughed, "It sounds like you indeed have no need to deceive me."
Yang Fei nodded with an expression of gratitude for her trust.
After looking at him for a while, Immortal Yan finally nodded, "I’ll tentatively believe you for now. I’ll practice it for a while to see the effects."
Yang Fei frowned, saying, "How long will that take? Cultivation isn’t something accomplished overnight. How can you determine its effectiveness, and surely I can’t remain hidden away like this indefinitely?"
Immortal Yan huffed, "Are you not happy to stay with me?"
Yang Fei said speechlessly, "We’re not in a romantic relationship, I’m merely your prisoner. If you were in my place, would you be willing to keep this up?"
Immortal Yan giggled, slightly embarrassed, "Yeah, you’re right. So you better not deceive me, I will quickly find out whether this cultivation technique is a true Taoist legacy. If it’s fake, hmm, I will make you regret it."
Yang Fei nodded, "Alright, I hope you can verify it soon so that I can gain my freedom sooner."
That very night, Yang Fei stayed in Immortal Yan’s boudoir.
He continued to suffer from his blocked meridians and the torment of the mind-disturbing poison, unable to fully calm his mind to nourish his Primordial Spirit.
Fortunately, he was slowly adapting to the effects of the poison on him.
Perhaps because of his youthful vigor, the initial two days were indeed unbearable, completely unable to calm down, his thoughts utterly controlled by the toxin.
Now, after several days, he felt the chaotic effects of the poison on his mind diminishing gradually.
So on the surface he pretended to be fully affected, while actually he was silently nourishing his Primordial Spirit in secret.
Of course, the influence of the poison was still there, and the pace at which he nourished his Primordial Spirit was more than three times slower than usual, but at least he was beginning to slowly recover it.
Given time, he had confidence in restoring his Primordial Spirit to a level where he could suppress Immortal Yan.
Moreover, he still had some True Yuan stored in his limbs that he could mobilize when Immortal Yan was away, allowing him to silently practice his cultivation. Combined with the intense refinement his limbs had undergone, he was filled with anticipation about escaping from this demoness’s grasp.
Early the next day, there was a knock at the door.
Immortal Yan paused her cultivation and asked, "Who is it?"
"Rongrong, it’s me." A man’s robust voice came from outside.
Immortal Yan’s expression changed slightly, she glanced anxiously at Yang Fei, who was lying on the bed with a flushed face, and swiftly said, "I haven’t gotten up yet, I’ll see you after I wash up."
"Hehe, you must be exhausted from the past few days of travel, no worries, rest a bit longer, I’ll wait for you in the pavilion outside," the man’s voice conveyed a tender affection.
"Then... alright then," replied Immortal Yan, somewhat reluctantly.
The man outside walked away.
Immortal Yan quickly motioned with her finger to her lips, signaling Yang Fei to stay quiet.
Yang Fei was slightly surprised, thinking there’s no need for gestures to keep me quiet, can’t you use Secret Transmission?
But he saw Immortal Yan quickly take out a pen and ink, quickly writing a line of characters and showed it to Yang Fei.
"He is my father, Helian Zhan, of the Divine Travel Realm."
Yang Fei immediately understood.
For a powerhouse in the Divine Travel Realm, even Secret Transmission might be detected by the opponent.
Once the other party realized that Immortal Yan was using Secret Transmission to speak, they would naturally suspect that there was someone else in the boudoir.
Immortal Yan wrote another line: Don’t speak, he won’t actively spy on my boudoir, but make sure you don’t make any noise.
Yang Fei nodded slowly, and only then did Immortal Yan breathe a sigh of relief.
After tidying up a bit, she gave Yang Fei a warning look, and then pushed the door open and left.
As soon as Immortal Yan left, Yang Fei felt much more at ease.
With the demoness by his side, he was always on alert, terribly afraid that he might carelessly expose the fact that his limbs still contained True Yuan, and even more worried that she would discover him silently nourishing his Primordial Spirit.
Moreover, he had a surprising discovery: the poison incense burning in the room had become ineffective.
It was her father’s birthday today; it would be best if she had no time to return, which would give him another full day to work with.
Over the past few days as they travelled, Immortal Yan had no way to inhibit him from nourishing his Primordial Spirit. Although it was only a matter of days, Yang Fei’s Magic Technique for nourishing the Primordial Spirit was profound, and since he was only injured because of the backlash of Duanmu Wugou’s Primordial Spirit, recovery was not difficult.
He felt that if he had three to five more days, he would be completely healed.
Even if he couldn’t recover to his best condition, at most it would only take half a month for his Primordial Spirit to heal.
By then, with a powerful Primordial Spirit condition, he would have the ability to protect himself, and more importantly, an opportunity to escape.
Outside, in the gazebo of the courtyard, a middle-aged man stood proudly. He was originally turned away from Immortal Yan, but when he heard the opening door, he turned around.
He appeared to be in his thirties, very young-looking, handsome and spirited, his bright eyes twinkling with powerful self-confidence.
Upon seeing Immortal Yan, he hastened towards her, his eyes filled with warmth and affection as he gleefully said, "Rongrong, Father didn’t expect you would come back specifically for my birthday, haha, I’m truly overjoyed that you could come back."
Immortal Yan harrumphed and said, "My name is Immortal Yan, don’t call me Rongrong."
The middle-aged man was her father, Helian Zhan.
The eldest yet youngest person in Qingtian Sect.
As Immortal Yan’s words reached his ears, a hint of helplessness flashed through Helian Zhan’s eyes, and he said with a wry smile, "Are you still unwilling to forgive me? But it doesn’t matter, whatever surname or name you go by, you are always Helian Zhan’s daughter."
Immortal Yan harrumphed again but did not deny it.
Helian Zhan, with affection in his eyes, looked at his tall and straight daughter and joyfully said, "I heard a few days ago that you were coming home, and I should have come to meet you, but I have been too busy with affairs and couldn’t leave. I only managed to rush back last night after an overnight journey from out of town."
Immortal Yan responded with a noncommittal sound, remaining silent.
Helian Zhan, however, was not bothered.
He was obviously used to his daughter showing him a cold shoulder.
He had no choice; for almost ten years his daughter hadn’t called him ’Father’ and was extremely reluctant to meet with him.
But today, on his forty-seventh birthday, she had travelled thousands of miles to return, which showed that deep down she still cared for her father.
There is no reason for enmity between father and daughter, and he believed that with time, his precious daughter would surely forgive him.
As he contemplated, he heard Immortal Yan ask, "You’re the junior uncle of Qingtian Sect, what matters could possibly require your personal attention?"
Taken aback, Helian Zhan was then delighted.
He felt that his daughter was expressing concern for her father.
He promptly answered, "You must have heard about the remarkable young man who came from the outside, huh? Hehe, this youngster stirred up trouble at the Duanmu aristocratic family, causing the various forces of the Hidden Sect to become restless. Qingtian Sect naturally couldn’t stay out of it. The matter is of great importance, so the Sect sent me to handle it personally. Unfortunately, that young man has hidden himself too well; after so long, no one has been able to find him."
Immortal Yan thought to herself that it indeed was this matter.
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, a bit smug.
The person whom the Eight Great Forces were searching for had already been confined by me for several days.
Even if you dig three feet into the ground of the Hidden Sect, you won’t be able to find him.