As night fell, Zhao Jia took out the communication stone to report the day’s situation.
Far away in Jiulian City, Ye Chenyin and Yue Xing’er were both baffled when they heard that Ye Yu planned to cultivate at Zhutiangfang and did not intend to return soon.
“Are you sure it’s really cultivation?”
“Are they joking?”
Ye Yu was born in Jiulian City and had never shown any interest in cultivation.
He never even glanced at the demon cultivation techniques Ye Chenyin searched for in the demon realm.
His Foundation Establishment level was purely built from piling up rare treasures.
Ye Chenyin guessed perhaps Ye Yu knew his talent was very poor, so he never practiced cultivation.
After Ye Yu turned twelve, he gave up forcing him.
But now he suddenly changed—what on earth had happened?
Zhao Jia told everything that had happened in these days without hiding anything.
When he heard about “making friends brings bloody disasters,”
Ye Chenyin and Yue Xing’er even thought Zhao Jia was joking at first.
But then they remembered that this chubby man was a killer who never joked.
They could no longer laugh.
“Could it be that our son is the legendary friend nemesis?”
“Whoever touches him has bad luck.”
“Even someone as strong as Huangfu Jin can’t handle it?”
“That power is too strong!”
Still, no matter what, Ye Chenyin was a Demon Lord level demon, [N O V E L I G H T] used to many strange and unbelievable things.
Usually, the more irrational the existence, the more likely it was real.
After some thought, Ye Chenyin finally agreed to let Ye Yu stay in Zhutiangfang.
There were two reasons: first, Zhutiangfang was a sect with solid foundations and decent strength, and outsiders didn’t even know Ye Yu was there, making it safer.
Second, Ye Yu’s stubborn nature was impossible to persuade; better to let him be than waste words and cause resentment.
Ye Chenyin instructed Zhao Jia to stay close to Ye Yu patiently and observe if there were any other changes.
Most importantly, keep the secret of Ye Yu being a “friend nemesis” tightly locked away—under no circumstances leak it!
He did not want his son to be treated as a lab rat.
Zhao Jia’s voice trembled as he said, “Demon Lord, I might not be able to stay by the Young Master’s side twenty-four hours a day. He and that female elder went into the tower.”
Ye Chenyin’s expression grew even stranger.
“A tower? What tower? Are you out of your mind? If he goes into a tower, just knock it down! If he goes into a room, knock down the room! His safety is the most important. If you even—”
Before Ye Chenyin finished shouting, a muffled thud echoed—a punch landing solidly.
Soon after, the sound of something heavy falling came from afar.
The voice inside the shadow recording stone changed to Yue Xing’er’s again.
“Xiao Jia, explain clearly—what do you mean by ‘going into the tower’?”
After silently mourning for the Demon Lord for half a second, Zhao Jia began recounting the day’s events.
Half an hour after Young Master Ye Yu entered the tower with Elder Pei Chuxia,
He came out smiling and told Zhao Jia he could return to Jiulian City.
He claimed he wanted to properly begin cultivation here and no longer needed anyone’s protection.
At first, Zhao Jia even thought Ye Yu might have been coerced by Pei Chuxia.

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