The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 979 - 0979 Daoist Yu Xuan

Chapter 979: Chapter 0979 Daoist Yu Xuan

Lin Yingying finished distributing things to the women of the village and shyly walked over to Long Fei, smiling at Long Santai, "Grandpa, what were you two talking about?"

Long Santai stood up, hands clasped behind his back, and chuckled, "Nothing much, you two chat!"

As he walked away, he intentionally kicked Long Fei in the foot, repeatedly giving him meaningful looks.

Long Fei grimaced and stood up, taking Lin Yingying for a walk outside.

Lin Yingying asked him, "Are you and Grandpa keeping something from me?"

Long Fei laughed, "Nothing really, the old man is just eager to have a great-grandson, telling me to hurry it up!"

Lin Yingying’s face turned red, and she laughed, "Then you better work hard! Actually, I do quite want a baby too."

"Tough, tough!"

Long Fei laughed and placed his hand on her waist, leading her up to the terraced fields.

This place had been turned into a famous tourist spot by Lin’s Group, merged seamlessly with the scenery of Three Immortals Mountain.

Tourists returning from Three Immortals Mountain usually came here for a stroll.

They would take a Chinese rose petal bath, then head down to the mountain base for some seafood.

The terraced fields were reconstructed with bluestone bricks into steps, the hot spring pools above were originally created by Long Fei using his sword.

The staff recognized the two and excitedly called out the manager.

It wasn’t a holiday, so there weren’t many cars coming up to the terraces.

Long Fei asked the manager not to make a fuss and found a private courtyard for him and Lin Yingying.

There were communal pools and private ones.

Surrounded by South Yangtze architecture made of green bricks and gray tiles, going inside felt like entering a South Yangtze private courtyard.

In the hot spring pool, Long Fei and Lin Yingying changed into swimsuits and soaked in.

Lin Yingying looked around at the artificial hills and the Chinese roses and laughed, "The facilities here have improved a lot since we first came!"

Long Fei took out a bottle of red wine, poured her a glass, and teased, "Yeah, back then you were in the prime of your youth. You were really stirring up the water!"

Lin Yingying bashfully scolded, "What are you talking about? It was clearly you teasing me, wasn’t it?"

Long Fei held his glass, laughed, and clinked it with hers.

Lin Yingying asked him, "What about what Grandpa mentioned? How about we have one?"

Long Fei massaged his head and said, "I’ve told you about this issue before. Our bodies aren’t ordinary; conceiving is extremely difficult. It’s like Divine Beasts; have you ever heard of Kylin or Phoenixes flooding the place?"

Lin Yingying pouted, "What about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl then? He’s a mortal, yet he got a Fairy pregnant!"

Long Fei laughed, "That’s just a legend, right? Immortals are beings of refined essence; how could they procreate with mortals? To put it crudely, the mere leakage of a bit of an Immortal’s vitality would burst a normal person’s body."

"That’s quite crude indeed."

Lin Yingying laughed so hard she spat out her wine, her fair chest heaving, radiating allure.

Long Fei’s eyes surreptitiously swept over her, and in this atmosphere, he felt a bit of an urge.

He cleared his throat and put down his wine glass, "To carry out Grandpa’s instruction, I think we should really give it a serious try."

"I don’t want to."

Lin Yingying turned her head away, teasing him on purpose.

"That’s not for you to decide."

Long Fei laughed and wrapped his arms around her slim waist from behind, just about to implement the "policy," when a voice came from the neighboring courtyard.

It wasn’t loud, but it made Long Fei frown.

"Is everything clear now? Is that old man really that bastard’s grandfather?"

"Yes, it’s clear. The old man’s name is Long Santai, and he only has one grandson, that Long Fei."

"Good, this young man dared to offend our Mu Family. This time we have captured his grandfather to lure him into our trap and kill him."

"Third Master Gao Ming, this young man is undoubtedly doomed."

From the neighboring room, cunning laughter filled the air. At the moment of their pride, a man and a woman suddenly appeared in their courtyard.

Inside were three people. One stood over the hot spring, nodding and bowing like an eunuch.

Two were soaking in a Chinese rose hot spring. One was a middle-aged man with a fairly regular appearance.

The other had a somewhat strange appearance, with nostrils pointed skyward, a bald top, and a pair of long whiskers.

This figure didn’t resemble a human; rather, it looked more like a catfish from the water.

Their eyes fixed on the suddenly arriving man and woman, everyone was startled; the man above the pool cursed, "Damn it, who the hell are you? Who let you in?"

The man suddenly reached out, grasping him by the neck.

Without even using much force, the grabbed man’s legs left the ground, and he began to choke, shouting, "Let go, you’re looking for death..."

He didn’t finish speaking when his neck twisted, and his pupils dilated instantly.

The man’s hand loosened, and the body slumped down with a thud, rolling onto the ground.

The middle-aged man by the pool darted back in fear and cried out, "Are you Long Fei?"

"Are you from the Mu Family?"

Long Fei stared at him coldly.

He couldn’t believe that someone had dared to target his grandfather.

The middle-aged man, trembling from the chill emanating from him, shouted to the strange person beside him, "Master Yu Xuan, it’s all on you now."

"Don’t worry. A mere Body Cultivator can’t stir up much trouble."

The Daoist eyed Long Fei with disdain. The corners of his mouth curled, revealing whiskers like soft whips that viciously lashed towards Long Fei.

These whiskers, refined by Daoist Yu Xuan to be as tough as steel, whipped with full force, stirring up the surrounding air violently.

Without a doubt, if they whipped a rock, they’d easily shatter it into gravel.

Long Fei snorted, "Truly a demon catfish!"

He moved his hand forward, swiftly wrapping the whisker-whips around his arm.

Daoist Yu Xuan loudly boasted, "Young man, you might save your arm, but you’ll never trap my Vajra Whiskers!"

His whiskers fiercely split apart, each strand sharp as a spike, fiercely stabbing toward Long Fei.

"Minor tricks!"

Long Fei, full of disdain, lightly shouted, "Break!"

Suddenly, a tremendous force erupted from his hand.

Bang, bang, bang—the sound of vibrations echoed as Daoist Yu Xuan’s Vajra Whiskers instantly broke to pieces.

His body, also hit by the massive rebound, was thrown against a rockery behind him.

With a crash, the rocks were scattered everywhere.

Daoist Yu Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood, tumbling among the rubble, unbelievably screaming at Long Fei, "Impossible, how could this be?"

His Vajra Whiskers had killed many skilled fighters.

He couldn’t comprehend how Long Fei had so easily broken them.

Long Fei looked at him and coldly murmured, "We have a feast tonight. You’ll make a fine addition."

Daoist Yu Xuan, sensing things were amiss, dove into the pool intending to escape using a water escape technique.

Yet, as Long Fei pointed his finger, a three-foot-high spray of blood burst from the back of Daoist Yu Xuan’s head.

The whole body, transformed into a two-meter long giant demon catfish.

The middle-aged man in the pool, his nerves shocked, fainted straight away into the water.