There’s No Way My Dad Is A Legendary Cultivator - Chapter 147

Chapter 147 Lei Jingyun and Qiu Chi’s Breakthrough

The two of them came to the door of Qiu Chi’s room.

Lei Jingyun used his spiritual energy to sense once and then said to Jiang Ping.

“Still cultivating.”

Jiang Ping directly sat on the steps in front of Qiu Chi’s room and then patted the seat beside him.

He motioned for Lei Jingyun to sit down as well.

Lei Jingyun probably felt that sitting on the floor with the patriarch was somewhat against the rules, but after hesitating for a moment, he also sat down. “Old Lei, do you think our trip to Fengdu City is a blessing or a curse?”

Lei Jingyun shook his head helplessly.

“I don’t know. I don’t have the ability to predict the future through fortune-telling.”

“However, with the master around, I firmly believe that there shouldn’t be any big trouble.”

Jiang Ping imitated Wan’er and slapped Lei Jingyun’s head.

“I told you to stop flattering me. I don’t like it.”

“Oh right, the fortune-telling skill you mentioned just now, is there such a skill in this world?”

After Lei Jingyun was slapped by Jiang Ping, his body moved away from Jiang Ping.

“According to the records in the travel notes that I read, such an expert does exist in this world.”

“But it’s rare.”

Jiang Ping’s interest was piqued.

“Is that so? If I have the chance to meet such a person, I’ll have to befriend him.”

After saying that, he thought for a moment and changed his words.

“Forget it. It’s impossible to hide secrets when befriending such a person. If I scold him behind his back and he finds out…”

“Forget it, forget it.”

Lei Jingyun chuckled.

“It’s not that exaggerated. Usually, fortune-telling can only predict the general direction of the event.”

Jiang Ping nodded.

At this moment, Wan’er was right behind the two of them, and she was quietly approaching Lei Jingyun.

Jiang Ping’s spiritual energy had already sensed this little rascal behind him.

But he didn’t expose her. Instead, he patted Lei Jingyun on the shoulder. “Old Lei, then do you believe in fate?”

Lei Jingyun was confused by Jiang Ping’s question. He turned around and was about to answer.

Wan’er took the opportunity to stand behind Lei Jingyun and gave him a hard slap.

He was shocked by the sudden attack.

Lei Jingyun’s body trembled, and he jumped

up.

Then he covered his head and shouted.

“Ouch!”

Wan’er saw that she had succeeded and immediately held her stomach and laughed.

Lei Jingyun looked at Jiang Ping with an aggrieved look.

He found that Jiang Ping had turned his head to the side and whistled.

He then understood that Jiang Ping had noticed Wan’er’s approach a long time ago, and he asked him that strange question to cover for Wan’er.

Lei Jingyun said to Jiang Ping with a sad face.

“Master, I believe in fate. Wan’er is a difficult hurdle to cross in my life.”

Jiang Ping smiled and waved for Lei Jingyun to come back and sit down.

Lei Jingyun looked at Wan’er, who was still standing in the same spot and feeling smug.

He refused to go back and sit down no matter what.

Jiang Ping clicked his tongue and said.

“Old Lei, look at you. You’re so narrow-minded.”

“Wan’er is just teasing you. If she really wanted to hit you, she could smash the stone table into pieces with a slap.”

“If she used all her strength, wouldn’t you die?”

Lei Jingyun felt a sense of grievance.

“Even though it’s true, it really hurts!”

Jiang Ping grinned and pulled the little girl behind him to sit beside him.

Then, he said to Lei Jingyun.

“How about this, I’ll ask Wan’er not to hit you in the future.”

Lei Jingyun’s eyes were shining.

“Really?”

“Uh… I’ll try my best.”

Jiang Ping didn’t dare to guarantee, so he said hesitantly to Lei Jingyun.

Lei Jingyun looked at Jiang Ping with a side-eye.

Jiang Ping patted the little girl beside him. “Wan’er, what do you think?”

Wander said seriously.

“I can hit lighter in the future.”

Jiang Ping finally couldn’t hold back his laughter and laughed heartily.

Lei Jingyun looked helpless.

Qiu Chi pushed open the door and saw Jiang Ping and the other two making a racket outside his room.

“What’s wrong?”

“What happened?”

Qiu Chi asked the people in front of the door.

Jiang Ping immediately stopped laughing when he heard Qiu Chi’s voice.

“Qiu Chi, you’re done. It’s nothing. We’re just fooling around.”

Wan’er also nodded.

“Yeah, we’re just fooling around.”

Only Lei Jingyun looked at the father and daughter in front of him, unable to speak.

Qiu Chi stretched lazily, his bones cracking.

“I thought there was something wrong.”

Wan’er walked forward and walked around Qiu Chi once.

She asked in a somewhat strange manner.

“Daddy, why does Uncle Qiu’s aura feel stronger? I also felt that Old Uncle Lei seemed to be different just now.”

Lei Jingyun asked in surprise.

“You can feel it?”

Wan’er nodded.

“Otherwise, why do you think I hit you so hard just now?”

Lei Jingyun’s head was in a mess. If she wanted to test him, she could have just asked him directly.

Why did she have to slap him?

It was even a sneak attack. That was immoral.

And there was no martial virtue.

Jiang Ping asked Qiu Chi.

“Did it go smoothly?”

Qiu Chi patted his strong chest.

“It went smoothly. I’m already at the initial stage of the origin core realm now.”

Then, he looked at Lei Jingyun with a smile.

“Old Lei, you have to be careful. I’ll surpass you very soon.”

Lei Jingyun said unhappily.

“You should surpass me quickly. In the future, you’ll receive Wan’er’s slap.”

Wan’er shook her head seriously.

“I’ve also slapped Uncle Qiu’s head before, but it doesn’t feel as good as Old Uncle Lei’s.”

After Jiang Ping and Qiu Chi heard this, they burst into laughter.

At this moment, Liu’er and Yan’er jogged over.

Liu’er asked.

“What’s wrong? What’s so funny?”

Wan’er shook her head.

“I don’t know. I just said that it feels good to slap Old Uncle Lei’s head.”

Yan’er raised her hand at this moment.

“I can prove that. I’ve smacked it too. It feels

good.”

Jiang Ping and Qiu Chi laughed until tears came out.

Lei Jingyun was also about to cry, but he wasn’t laughing

One night after that, an old man quietly hid in his room.

He held a mirror to his head and patted it twice from time to time.

The old man put down the mirror and muttered to himself.

“It doesn’t even feel that good to slap it. Why is everyone saying that?”

The old man picked up the mirror and put it down again.

His movements were repetitive, and his face was gloomy.

Feng Dan was still sitting in her room, in the position where she had talked to Zi Yue earlier. She didn’t move for a long time. It was the same for Zi Yue, who was outside the door. Her feet were sore from standing, and she would rather lean against the door frame than walk away to bring a chair.

It was late at night, and Feng Dan finally stood up and opened the door. Zi Yue, who was leaning against the door, was already drowsy.

When Feng Dan opened the door, Zi Yue almost fell to the ground.

Zi Yue, who couldn’t open her eyes, was frightened.

“Yue’er, why are you still here?”

Seeing Feng Dan speak first, Zi Yue’s heart, which was already hanging in the air, finally calmed down.

Zi Yue rubbed her eyes and said.

“Are you hungry? I’ll get someone to make you something to eat.” Feng Dan shook her head.

“I want to go to the mountain that we climbed that night to see the night view.”

Zi Yue volunteered.

“I’ll accompany you.”

Feng Dan hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said.

“Okay.”