"Huang Ye, is that pine tree of yours alive?" Tang Xin suddenly thought.

"It should be, at least it has leaves."

"You're so dense. The pine tree is alive, but this bench is dead. Who knows how many years it's been here, even before I was born."

"With just a light touch, you can make dead wood come back to life. Aren't you becoming a celestial being?"

"You have a point. I was overthinking, wondering if there was something wrong with the spiritual energy."

"Wait a moment, I'll get a potted plant."

"No need, just try it on that small tree over there."

With that, he hurried over, and Tang Xin quickly followed, while Father Tang remained still.

He hadn't paid attention to their conversation, his mind filled with Huang Ye's shortcomings.

He was utterly disappointed in Huang Ye. He had thought Huang Ye was quite clever, and if he could solve his own problems, he would indeed be a good son-in-law.

Even if Huang Ye was willing to give up his family fortune and marry into the Tang family, it wouldn't be unacceptable, as long as he wasn't dangerous.

But now, it seemed this guy was just a little trickster, using any means to deceive his daughter.

The story he made up was unheard of, and he wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death.

But his daughter's expression clearly showed she was blinded by love.

So he called Huang Ye over to prove himself, hoping his daughter would see the truth.

Reality was on his side; the kid couldn't prove himself at all.

With this lesson, his daughter should listen to him.

The two of them walked to the small tree, and Huang Ye silently prayed, "Little tree, little tree, do your best. Brother's giving you the goods, grow strong."

He brought his Shangyang point close to the small tree, channeling a trace of wood elements into it.

The small tree immediately started to tremble.

"Father, Father, something's happening here."

Father Tang glanced over and saw a shocking scene.

The small tree seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, its trunk and branches growing wildly. In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the trunk had doubled in thickness, and the crown had also doubled in size.

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This sight left Huang Ye dumbfounded. The pine tree had only doubled in size, so how could this small tree grow twice as large?

It must be that the small tree had a stronger vitality than the pine tree, and also because the small tree was growing in the ground, while the pine tree was just a potted plant. Huang Ye made a correct judgment.

"You little rascal, we did it."

Tang Xin happily clung to Huang Ye, making him so angry he was fuming.

"Hey, your father is right there."

"Who cares about him? I'm already yours. Let him and that marriage agreement roll away."

Father Tang leaped to the small tree, astonished at the dramatic change.

This kid's ability to turn the tables was too fast. He had just mocked him, and now he was proven wrong.

This ability was definitely an elemental power of a cultivator, something a martial artist couldn't achieve.

"Alright, Xin'er, come down. A young lady should behave properly. You two come with me."

The two followed Father Tang back to the pavilion.

"You passed the first test. Now, the next question: how do you prove your two maids became cultivators?"

"Uncle, there's no need to prove it. You know the City Lord's mansion is dangerous, and their abilities are still weak. I won't let them take risks."

"If you believe me, I'll give Xin'er a miracle. If not, there's nothing I can do."

"Alright, we'll skip the second question. Now for the third question."

Huang Ye looked at Father Tang speechlessly. This father-in-law was full of questions.

"Xin'er has already told you about your background. Have you thought about how to resolve it?"

"Uncle, how to resolve it is my personal matter. I'm giving Xin'er an opportunity for cultivation. Even if I die, she'll still be the eldest daughter of the Tang family."

"No one knows about our relationship, and she can continue cultivating. I'll also give her the techniques."

"What, you're not planning to marry my daughter?"

"Uncle, we're in a cooperative, win-win situation. I never said I'd marry her."

"No way, you must marry her. I want a grand wedding."

"You old man, you're only thinking about yourself. I'm already a cultivator, what's the point of a wedding?"

Tang Xin retorted angrily.

Father Tang smacked his lips, realizing his daughter had a point.

For a cultivator to have a worldly wedding would indeed be beneath her status.

"So what are your plans for the future? I still want to have grandchildren."

"Old man, you won't live to see them. Immortals live so long, who knows when they'll be born."

"If immortals reproduced like pigs, there'd be immortals everywhere."

"We're discussing this out of respect for you. If you disagree, we'll sever our father-daughter relationship."

"No, no, everything's negotiable. I just can't accept losing my daughter."

"Lose your head, I'm not leaving the Tang family, just becoming a cultivator."

"In the future, if I'm powerful, you might even become a leader in the Tang Sect's main hall."

Father Tang began to fantasize. Indeed, with such an impressive daughter, his status would surely rise significantly.

"Kid, I have no more issues. But the sudden deaths of the Huang family might be related to the Tang family. I declare, it has nothing to do with my branch."

"You can't blame us for it."

"Oh, Uncle, can you tell me which branch it is?"

"I'll tell you once my daughter becomes a cultivator."

"Alright, I should at least give you some peace of mind."

"By the way, keep your voices down. I'll clear out the area around Xin'er's room."

"Old man, watch your words. Just prepare the texts, and bring that book on demons too."

"No problem, I'll retreat for now."

Father Tang left happily, just thinking about it made him glad. If only he were a daughter, he thought.

"Let's go, time to enter the bridal chamber."

"Uh, so soon? I'm not ready yet."

"You're more than ready. Nothing else needs preparing."

Huang Ye was pulled into Tang Xin's boudoir, while Father Tang busied himself clearing the area.

Two hours later, Tang Xin lay lazily in Huang Ye's arms, gently stroking his chest.

This guy, it seems what he said was true. He fell asleep right after, not romantic at all.

Earlier, his movements were so wild, like a madman.

She wasn't much better, the feeling was so wonderful, she kept shouting passionately, her voice echoing far and wide.

She never thought she could become an immortal. The flow of Qi within her felt amazing.

She already had True Qi, and with this Qi flow, could she be stronger than the little rascal?

Thinking of this, Tang Xin began to circulate her True Qi. Huh, no response, where's my True Qi?

Oh no, could it be that the True Qi she painstakingly cultivated for over ten years is gone?

After several attempts, her Dantian was empty, indeed gone. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Better wait for the little rascal to wake up and ask him what's going on.

While he slept, she decided to test her strength outside, to see if there was any change. If her True Qi was gone but her strength remained the same, that would be a loss.

Looking down, she saw the bed sheet was wrinkled, with a few newly bloomed red plum blossoms on it.

Pushing Huang Ye aside, she tidied up the bed sheet, got dressed, and went out to the courtyard.

Alright, big tree, big tree, give me some face, let me feel a sense of achievement.

With a small pink fist, she punched out. "Poof!" The trunk of a tree, big enough for a person to hug, was pierced through.

Wow, I've made it. This is almost the strength of a Martial Emperor. Little rascal, I love you to death.

Huh, my arm seems stuck. She pulled her arm out with effort.

Yes, time to spar with the old man, let him see how formidable this girl has become.