Yang Pingtian, ignoring everyone's shock, looked at Yang Pingyu and said, "Brother, you've been stuck at the peak of the Ba Wu realm. If Fei Long is willing to help, perhaps you can also break through to the Zun Wu realm!"
"He can help with my breakthrough?" Yang Pingyu's eyes widened.
If it were possible, he wouldn't mind begging him. He didn't expect to use his position as the head of the Yang family to pressure anyone, because Yang Pingtian was clearly trying to curry favor with his son. His son had been doing well for so many years, and had grown to this extent that the Xiao family and even the Tang family were willing to back him. If he truly angered him, let alone Yang Pingtian, the old patriarch might even remove him from his position as the head of the Yang family.
The old patriarch naturally had the right to do so!
Yang Pingtian could also do it if he wanted to.
Although he was his elder brother, he knew who Yang Pingtian would choose.
"If that's the case, Father, and Uncle, don't you also have hope of breaking through to the Zun Wu realm?" Yang Junhan looked at his son with anticipation.
He had been stuck at the peak of the Ba Wu realm for many years!
"Your problems should not be too big, but there is a prerequisite: he must be willing! As a father, I cannot force him. Moreover, I mentioned before that he said he would discuss it after the new year. Clearly, he doesn't have a sense of belonging to the Yang family yet," Yang Pingtian said.
Upon hearing this, everyone's attitude towards Yang Feilong changed again. They had already valued him, but now they regarded him as a matter of the family's life and death.
Yang Pingtian was not setting up his son with a difficult task, but rather because the people he mentioned had issues, either lingering injuries from past battles, hidden wounds from attempting breakthroughs, or the deterioration of bodily functions due to aging. Yang Feilong's statement that his medical talent was not inferior to his martial arts talent indicated that these problems could be treated. If these ailments were cured, given that these individuals had been accumulating experience for many years, successfully breaking through would be highly probable.
"Pingyu, when you meet Fei Long tomorrow, as his uncle, you must sincerely apologize. If you've made a mistake, correct it. Only then can you lead the entire family well!" Yang Kaitai said solemnly. At this moment, he felt that Yang Feilong's importance far surpassed Yang Pingtian's.
This was someone who could significantly elevate the family in large numbers!
No wonder the Xiao family treated him so well. Even when the Xiao family's old ancestor saw Yang Feilong being bullied, he immediately rushed onto the stage without hesitation to seek justice for Yang Feilong. Of course, at that time, he didn't know Yang Feilong and Yang Pingtian's identities.
"Your grandson understands!" Yang Pingyu nodded. As the head of the family, he naturally knew how enormous the benefits would be to the Yang family if someone like Yang Feilong were to become loyal. Fortunately, things had not reached an irreversible point. Apologizing to a junior was awkward, but if it were Yang Feilong, it wouldn't be as awkward.
This was a genius with extremely high talent, strength superior to his own, and the ability to bring immense benefits to himself and the family.
He had made a mistake, and apologizing was not difficult. His only concern was whether Yang Feilong would forgive him.
Therefore, to earn Fei Long's forgiveness, it was best to show sufficient sincerity. At this moment, he saw his son.
Yang Qingyun felt uneasy, and had been uneasy all day. He had no feelings for Xiao Jingwen. Before today, he believed he was the pride of the Yang family and its future. But today, everything changed. He was inferior to this cousin in every way. Was there jealousy and envy? Of course, but more than that, there was a sense of powerlessness because the gap was too vast.
That person could defeat cultivators in the middle stage of the Zun Wu realm!
He could help the Xiao family's old ancestor, who had been stuck at the peak of the Zun Wu realm for many years, break through to the Xiantian realm, help his great-grandfather break through to Xiantian, and help his two grandfathers and father break through to the Zun Wu realm.
Such a person, he couldn't even see the taillights. Jealousy? What was the point? He could only look up to him.
He understood his father's intentions. He would apologize with him. He didn't refuse this, although it was somewhat embarrassing. But considering his cousin's strength, it wasn't that embarrassing. Otherwise, wouldn't those elders have to commit suicide out of shame?
Of course, this matter was caused by him and his father, so an apology was appropriate.
...
In the blink of an eye, a night passed.
A new day arrived.
Yang Feilong and Luo Xiang were in bed. Oh no, in the room, because not only on the bed, but also on the table and chairs, there were traces of their passionate encounters. They had been at it from yesterday afternoon to evening, and from evening until dawn.
"Good brother, my sister really can't take it anymore, please spare me!" Luo Xiangning begged for mercy.
Yang Feilong was also at his limit. So, after this last bout, he held Luo Xiangning and cuddled her.
Post-coital comfort was important.
Luo Xiangning lay in Yang Feilong's arms, like a kitten, docile and clinging to his scent.
"Ning'er," Yang Feilong gently sniffed her natural fragrance. She smelled truly wonderful, not from any perfume, but her natural scent.
"You're being disrespectful. Given my relationship with your father, you should call me..." Luo Xiangning was in a state of post-climactic calm, feeling that over thirty years of pent-up desire had been released. She had regained her haughty and stubborn demeanor. But at this moment, she felt Yang Feilong stir again, which startled her: "Good brother, I was wrong."
After saying that, Luo Xiangning was so ashamed that she accidentally called him "good brother" again.
Thinking about how she had been tossed around earlier, even calling out "Daddy," she felt so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a luxurious villa out of the ground with her toes.
Shameless! Wicked thing!
Yang Feilong gently caressed her "snowy mountains" and pushed her "snowball." Looking at Luo Xiangning's flushed, smooth cheeks, for some reason, he felt a pang of tenderness for her.
"Call me husband," Yang Feilong said.
"No."
"Are you going to call me or not?"
"It's already dawn, we should get up." Luo Xiangning's neck flushed red. Biting her lips, she glared at Yang Feilong. This wicked fellow was far more wicked than his father was in his youth.
His father's wickedness was only in his sharp tongue. This wicked fellow's verbal skills were even more formidable; he could argue others speechless and infuriate them, and in bed, he could make her beg for mercy. The thought of her kneeling and begging for mercy while he rode her made her want to bite him to death!
She hadn't felt ashamed before, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt this guy was a scoundrel!
Was someone who threw themselves at him not worth cherishing?
But when Yang Feilong leaned down again and began to "devour" her "great snowy mountains" like a child, her body had recovered, and she seemed to be aroused again. Her delicate feet stretched out straight, and she held Yang Feilong's head. She, why did she want him again?
Was she a bad woman?
It was all this brat's fault. They had clearly called a truce, so why wasn't he keeping his word? Was it because she hadn't called him husband that he was punishing her?
"Husband... I want..." Huh, didn't I say no? Look at my mouth.
"Okay!" Yang Feilong didn't disappoint her.
"I..."
Luo Xiangning felt that she must be drunk, otherwise, why was she starting to talk nonsense? Huh, how could she say such shameless words without even thinking?
It was all him, this wicked fellow, who had corrupted her!
She had never met such a thick-skinned, shameless guy!