Not afraid of a girl having good stamina, just afraid that a girl with good stamina also works hard!

She’s even researching tactics now.

Who can withstand that?

Ye Yu watched Yun Ciwu's figure completely disappear before slowly withdrawing his gaze.

The intense closeness they had experienced

now contrasted sharply with her decisive departure.

Such a huge difference made Ye Yu feel somewhat unadapted.

However,

Ye Yu quickly adjusted his mindset.

He found a safe and secluded spot

and began to simulate.

After accumulating good fortune for over twenty days,

he hoped this time he could unlock a better talent!

[Every time you enter a dream, it’s a new life!]

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[Selection confirmed!]

[This dream’s talent: I can hear the thoughts of women, enhanced version. (Golden)]

[You can hear the thoughts of women.]

[The stronger the woman whose thoughts you hear, the faster your cultivation speed.]

[Quality over quantity!]

[Come on, your goal is to listen to the hearts of the strongest women in the world!]

Seeing the golden glow,

Ye Yu felt elated.

After all those days of accumulating good fortune,

he truly got something good!

Not bad, not bad.

And this talent seemed extremely simple.

As long as he listened to women’s thoughts, his cultivation speed would increase.

This thing was a definite cheat code.

From now on, he could just hide beside powerful female immortals.

Wouldn’t he be able to soar in no time?

With this thought,

Ye Yu couldn’t help but reveal a smile.

The next second,

a tremendous suction force came.

[0 years old, Ye Yu was born in the Jixia Academy, one of the holy places in the Western Frontier.]

[He became the only son of Ye Qingyu, the Grand Elder of Jixia Academy.]

[As soon as Ye Yu was born,]

[he could hear the warm sounds of reading from afar.]

[Hmm, the environment seems pretty good.]

[5 years old, Ye Yu listlessly held a book and gazed at the sky.]

[Damn it!]

[Is there no justice in the world?]

[It was already difficult enough to study on Blue Star.]

[Who would have thought that after crossing into a fantasy world, and entering a dream, I’d still have to go to school?]

[And the worst part is that I have to study classical literature.]

[It requires reciting and writing essays.]

[Jixia Academy is different from other sects.]

[They rely on the power of words as their foundation.]

[With brilliant articles in one's chest, one can kill enemies and subdue demons.]

[They cultivate righteous energy.]

[This method of cultivation is quite unique in the cultivation world.]

[But it cannot be denied that Jixia Academy has produced many famous masters and scholars.]

[There’s even a legend that thousands of years ago, the last head of Jixia Academy ascended on the spot after writing a poem.]

[This became a beautiful tale in the Western Frontier.]

[But classical literature is way too difficult for Ye Yu; he really can’t bear to look at it!]

[Ye Yu felt quite melancholy, gazing skyward with a sigh.]

[At that moment, a middle-aged man with a righteous appearance approached him.]

[His face darkened as he said: “Yu’er, when studying, you must not lose focus. You must hold a reverence for the sage’s books!”]

[Do you understand?]

[This serious man was Ye Yu's father in this dream, Ye Qingyu.]

[Faced with his father’s preachy rhetoric, Ye Yu really didn’t want to listen.]

[So he decisively shouted: “Mother, Father is bullying me!”]

[As soon as these words were spoken,]

[Ye Qingyu’s expression changed drastically.]

[The right hand holding the book began to tremble slightly.]

[Two breaths later, a beautiful woman arrived on the scene.]

[This person was Ye Yu's mother in the dream, He Jieying.]

[He Jieying immediately began to beat and kick Ye Qingyu without distinguishing right from wrong.]

[While hitting, she scolded: “Good for you, Ye Dazi! How could you bully Yu’er when he’s still so young?”]

[You old fool, you must have no face left!]

[Today, I’ll smash your dog head!"]

[Ye Qingyu, with hands protecting his face, explained: “Dear, children must study diligently from a young age and must not be negligent.”]

[Yu’er is too playful; I’m worried he won’t strive for improvement!]

[Hearing this,]

[He Jieying became even angrier, immediately looking around for something to use.]

[At this time, Ye Yu decisively handed over a wooden stool nearby.]

[He Jieying took the stool and smashed it directly on Ye Qingyu’s head.]

[Shut your stinky dog mouth!]

[Yu’er is only five years old and has already reached the later stage of Qi Refining.]

[With such talent, how dare you say he’s not striving for improvement?]

[When you were five, you were probably still playing in the mud!]

[After a round of beating,]

[Ye Qingyu was extremely embarrassed.]

[He huddled in a corner, afraid to speak.]

[While He Jieying threw away the stool leg,]

[She approached Ye Yu, tidying his clothes, and softly said: “Yu’er, don’t be afraid. With Mother here, no one can bully you! Mother will go make you something delicious to eat in a bit.”]

[Ye Yu nodded in satisfaction.]

[He Jieying stood up.]

[In her heart, she couldn’t help but think: Another day of protecting my son; I’m really awesome!]

[Hearing this thought,]

[A warm current surged in Ye Yu’s body.]

[His cultivation speed increased once again.]

[He was already on the edge of reaching the peak of Qi Refining.]

[That’s right, He Jieying was also a cultivator.]

[She had an extremely high level of cultivation and outstanding talent.]

[Thus, at the age of six hundred and seventy, she had already reached the peak of the Dao Realm.]

[She had once been praised as the most likely to become the youngest female scholar in history.]

[Ye Qingyu admired her greatly.]

[Little did he know, after marrying her, he discovered that He Jieying was a master of verbal expression.]

[Every day, she spoke elegantly.]

[This made Ye Qingyu quite troubled.]

[So he sought out He Jieying’s master, the scholar Zheng Hai.]

[He inquired about this matter.]

[When Zheng Hai spoke of He Jieying, he was full of tears.]

[He Jieying had always been like this; when she didn’t speak, she appeared like a fairy, unique and independent.]

[But once she opened her mouth, it was like a disgrace to the arts.]

[People are difficult to change; since you married her, you must accept it!]

[Only women and petty people are hard to raise!]

[Ye Qingyu felt bitter in his heart.]

[Before leaving, Zheng Hai firmly grasped Ye Qingyu's hand.]

[He wanted to ask one thing.]

[He hoped he wouldn’t have to find him again in the future.]

[And best not to tell anyone else that He Jieying was his student.]

[He really couldn’t afford to lose face.]

[Ye Qingyu nearly broke down.]

[However, he later discovered that He Jieying only had a sharp tongue but was kind-hearted.]

[So he didn’t say much more.]

[As time passed, he got used to it.]

[What was it to be scolded? He just took it as practice for his Qi!]

[As for being beaten, he considered it as body training!]

[One can only say that strong individuals never complain about their environment; this is true.]

[Ye Yu walked up to Ye Qingyu and shook his head slightly.]

[Father, having her is your blessing; having me is the same!]