"Qing Jun’s origins are strange, and his true parentage must be extraordinary. I dare not tell others. After all... he was born from my womb after ten months."
Mao Qingzhu recounted in detail, and Chen Ye understood her reasoning.
He felt the same, and he didn’t even dare to tell Mao Qingzhu that Qing Jun was actually a True Dragon heir.
If this news were to spread, it wouldn’t just be in the Yan Kingdom, but the entire Lingxu Realm, and even the entire Cultivation Realm that would be thrown into turmoil!
However...
Chen Ye didn’t expect that although Qing Jun wasn’t Mao Qingzhu’s biological child, she still had such deep feelings for him.
With a little thought, Chen Ye had a vague guess:
Just like in previous lives, after a mother gives birth, she secretes a hormone which makes her love her child more.
Perhaps something similar,
Qing Jun’s unconscious self-protective instincts affected the host’s mind, allowing her to grow up safely in her childhood.
"Then, about the Xu Family’s treatment of the bloodline illness?" Chen Ye inquired tentatively.
This was the crux of his visit.
"This is indeed the case."
Mao Qingzhu nodded, but her expression showed no ease; instead, there was more worry and helplessness,
"In Dragon Sleep Mountain, there is a cold pool, the water ice-cold to the bone, yet it contains a peculiar soul-calming power. It was there by the side of the pool, that I discovered... Qing Jun."
"The water of that pool can temporarily suppress the agitation in the Xu Family’s bloodline. I have led that pool water to bathe Qing Jun many times; during those times, she would become especially quiet and well-behaved, no longer crying."
Chen Ye listened intently.
The saying goes, within ten steps, there must be a cure.
Since Qing Jun’s dragon egg was in the cold pool, the pool might be there to suppress Qing Jun’s bloodline.
But before Chen Ye could breathe a sigh of relief, Mao Qingzhu let out a bitter laugh: "However... the water of the cold pool only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. It can only temporarily soothe the agitation, but cannot eradicate it. To cure it, I’m afraid... it’s as difficult as climbing the sky."
"Thank you, Sister Qingzhu, for telling me."
Chen Ye felt a bit disappointed, but it was better than having no control at all.
"Brother Ye, you..."
Mao Qingzhu was touched by Chen Ye’s relieved look but didn’t know what to say.
Evidently, Qing Jun was her child... even if not by blood, she had lived in her belly for ten months.
Yet this man before her regarded Qing Jun as his own...
She felt conflicted, with a touch of peculiarity.
Mao Qingzhu took a deep breath and continued, "Is Qing Jun ill? Xu Family members usually experience severe symptoms upon reaching adulthood. That’s why I didn’t tell you earlier; I planned to take Qing Jun to the Dragon Sleep Cold Pool when she grew up..."
Chen Ye shook his head: "I just wanted to be prepared, not to wait for Qing Jun to get sick before thinking of solutions."
Mao Qingzhu was taken aback.
Brother Ye... is really prudent.
However, with him protecting Qing Jun, she felt at ease.
"With that settled, I won’t disturb you further. I’ll take my leave first. Once Sister Qingzhu finishes bathing, we can have a good talk."
Having resolved his doubts, Chen Ye dared not stay another moment. He bowed and carefully retreated.
Mao Qingzhu watched his respectful retreat with amusement, thinking Brother Ye was truly a straightforward person, even at such a time, remaining so restrained.
But when Chen Ye reached the bead curtain, her gaze dropped slightly, and her graceful and charming face instantly turned crimson.
He... he had been acting this way to conceal?
Mao Qingzhu felt her cheeks burn, quickly averted her gaze, feeling both bashful and annoyed. This fool, really...
Clearly, he’s of a certain age, still a Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer Cultivator, yet his determination is so lacking?
At his age, after years of mundane struggle, facing such a scenario, he still reacts like a youthful lad... that pure yang energy emanating so fiercely through his clothes...
"Wait, isn’t Brother Ye still a Primordial Yang body?"
Mao Qingzhu’s eyes widened in shock.
How could this be possible?
How can a man in the late-stage Qi Cultivation, reaching middle age, still be of a pure yang body?
"No wonder..." Mao Qingzhu bit her moist red lips with some guilt, "I owe Brother Ye an apology."
Likely, it was solely to ensure Qing Jun’s well-being.
He had remained celibate all this time...
But Mao Qingzhu overlooked that she, as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, also possesses a Primordial Yin body.
...
"Strange..."
After leaving the bath, Chen Ye pondered.
Although he had normal desires, he wasn’t one to revel in beauty.
Why was it that in front of Li Qiuyun and Mao Qingzhu, he often lost control?
Chen Ye introspected his dantian, seeing the spiritual power within roiling, pure yang energy soaring, as if a hot water bottle was affixed in his abdomen.
"Primordial Yang? No wonder... no wonder..."
Chen Ye’s face flushed; he finally understood why he had been so restless lately and hard to restrain when encountering superior cultivators like Li Qiuyun and Mao Qingzhu.
His body, its Primordial Yang far surpassing that of ordinary people!
Accumulating forty years of yang energy, now with his cultivation advancing day by day, vitality thriving, this Primordial Yang power could no longer be subdued, flaring up at the slightest provocation.
Chen Ye bitterly lamented; he was wholeheartedly focused on cultivation, only wishing to peacefully train and upgrade with his two disciples, having no thoughts for romantic entanglements.
"No, I must resolve this quickly! Even if my mind is clear of desire, I can’t ignore the normal physical responses."
Chen Ye made up his mind.
The solution, however, was not to break the Primordial Yang.
Within the Cultivation Realm, it’s always been rumored that maintaining a pure yang body benefits Foundation Establishment.