Xiao Fan's father's routine, the past of the Lord of Flowers

On the way to meet the Hundred Flowers Holy Master, Xiao Fan felt a bit uneasy, having heard that she was his old man’s mistress, one of his many romantic entanglements.

This feeling was a little strange.

Of course, he wasn’t saying his father was a lecher; after all, he himself was a bit of a lecher.

He just thought, why did his old man have to find women so close by, instead of some further away?

“Young Lord Xiao, please come in.” Arriving at a patch of myriad flowers, the Female Elder said to Xiao Fan.

“Thank you for your trouble.”

Xiao Fan looked around and saw thousands of exotic flowers competing for beauty, as if he were in a sea of flowers, with colorful butterflies fluttering and the fragrant scent of flowers wafting to his nose.

“What a unique floral scent, clear and pure, and it even contains Spiritual Qi. Cultivating here would probably yield twice the results with half the effort.”

Xiao Fan thought to himself. He looked to one side, where there was a ten-foot-tall cyan jade stone, with several large characters carved on it in a majestic Dragon and Phoenix style: Myriad Flower Thicket.

The name was quite interesting.

Passing through a myriad of flowers, yet not a single petal sticks?

Before Xiao Fan could walk in, a dignified woman in a long cyan dress with flowing hair landed before him. Her face was peerless, a faint smile on her lips, and she meticulously scrutinized Xiao Fan.

A fragrant breeze assailed him, stimulating Xiao Fan’s nerves. Without a doubt, this person was the Hundred Flowers Holy Master.

“Greetings, Senior Hundred Flowers Holy Master.” He cupped his hands and bowed.

At the same time, Xiao Fan also carefully observed the Hundred Flowers Holy Master. I want to see what kind of woman can make my old man fall in love.

The Hundred Flowers Holy Master had Mahayana cultivation, which meant she was not some powerful Cultivator, but just an ordinary Genius from the Lower Realm.

However, her beauty was anything but ordinary.

Her face was delicate and charming, her beautiful eyes nimble and clear, her faintly rosy cherry lips alluring in every thread, and her willow-like eyebrows and wind-tossed hair made her look like a Fairy from a painting.

Coupled with her inherent dignified demeanor and her impressive figure, she was tall and also possessed two abundant snow-capped mountains.

In comparison, this Holy Master was not as beautiful as his mother; she lacked his mother's sanctity and etherealness, but possessed more agility and serenity.

No wonder his old man was smitten. This matter, indeed, couldn't be blamed on him.

The Hundred Flowers Holy Master looked at Xiao Fan, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of reminiscence.

“You and he are very similar.” The Hundred Flowers Holy Master revealed a loving smile, like an Elder looking at a Junior.

Xiao Fan, of course, knew what she was talking about—wasn't she saying he looked like his old man?

However, he should pretend not to understand right now.

Xiao Fan looked bewildered and said, “Senior Holy Master, what are you talking about?”

The Hundred Flowers Holy Master smiled and said, “Nothing, just seeing you reminded me of someone…”

“Never mind, let’s not talk about that.”

“You don’t have to call me Senior. My name is An Wen; you can just call me Aunt An.” She said softly.

Xiao Fan: …

You really think I don’t know anything, huh?

“I cannot. Senior is the Hundred Flowers Holy Master. How can I be so disrespectful?” Xiao Fan replied.

An Wen paused, then smiled faintly, “As you wish.”

“If you don’t call me Aunt An, I can call you Xiao Fan, right?”

“As you like.” Xiao Fan said respectfully.

Xiao Fan did not want to comment much on the grievances and romantic entanglements of the previous generation. It was his father’s mess, and he should resolve it himself.

At first, Xiao Fan had some resistance towards An Wen. After all, she was his mother’s rival in love, which, from a stance perspective, made her his enemy.

However, after chatting with An Wen for a while, he discovered that the woman in front of him was intellectual, gentle, and knew how to consider others’ feelings.

No wonder his old man got involved with her. He was careless.

“Oh, by the way, your father… How has Patriarch Xiao been recently? Is he well?”

Changing the subject, she brought up Xiao Fan’s old man, with a hint of anticipation in her tone.

Xiao Fan was caught off guard. This…

As if realizing her words were inappropriate, she immediately explained, “I have an old acquaintance with Patriarch Xiao. We were friends in our youth.”

“Oh, I see.” Xiao Fan suddenly understood. “So Senior An is an old acquaintance of my father.”

“My father, well, he has been cultivating diligently recently and rarely shows his face. I also rarely see him.” Xiao Fan did not intend to say much.

His old man had disturbed another’s heart, so he should deal with it himself.

“Is that so?” An Wen said softly, her tone losing its anticipation, with a hint of disappointment.

It was faint, but still discernible.

With Xiao Fan’s years of experience in playing with women’s emotions, he could tell at a glance that An Wen still harbored deep affection for his father.

Xiao Fan was a bit curious about what his old man had done back then.

“Senior Holy Master, are you very familiar with my father?”

“I suppose so, I know his depths, and he knows mine.” An Wen chuckled softly.

Xiao Fan: ???

Holy cow, the previous generation’s driving skills are actually not inferior to mine!

He didn't expect the Hundred Flowers Holy Master, who looked so gentle and refined, to drive so fast.

As if realizing she had said something wrong, her face flushed slightly.

“Are you curious about your father’s past?” The Hundred Flowers Holy Master said.

“A little.” Xiao Fan nodded.

Like father, like son. It seems my philandering is all because of my old man. I really can’t be blamed for this!!

The two walked and talked, then sat down in a small pavilion.

The Hundred Flowers Holy Master habitually brewed tea and poured it for Xiao Fan. Xiao Fan immediately knew that things were not simple.

This technique, it was too similar to his father’s!!

It was practically carved from the same mold!

The Hundred Flowers Holy Master finished brewing the tea, and with a wave of her jade hand, a gentle breeze blew, carrying away the heat of the tea, leaving only a third of its warmth.

Even the temperature was controlled to the slightest detail, exactly like his old man!

“Drink tea.” The Hundred Flowers Holy Master said.

“Thank you, Senior.” Xiao Fan was not coy, just a little emotional. He was still not as good as his old man, who could make a woman remember him for thousands of years.

Even their habits were so similar.

“Actually, your father and I met a very long time ago.” The Hundred Flowers Holy Master picked up a cup of hot tea and took a small sip.

Xiao Fan remained silent, listening intently.

It wasn’t that he found it interesting, but rather, after hearing it all, he could better control his old man in front of his mother.

An Wen’s face showed a hint of reminiscence, while Xiao Fan acted as a quiet listener.

An Wen had joined the Hundred Flowers Holy Land when she was young, but her talent was not high. Aside from her outstanding beauty, which suppressed her contemporary Disciples, she had no other strengths.

Xiao Fan: …

Isn’t this a perfect start? Beauty is justice!

An Wen was not happy. Others always said that there was no need to look at her talent; just her unparalleled beauty alone could make people fall for her.

Many people from aristocratic families were even willing to pay a high price to marry An Wen.

But An Wen felt unhappy. She hoped others would notice her because of her outstanding strength, not just her beautiful skin.

These things made her feel like a vase, as if she was useless except for her appearance.

Therefore, An Wen cultivated diligently, but her talent was truly limited. Perhaps, Heaven had focused all her talent on her beauty.

She became famous throughout the world at the age of eighteen, known as the most beautiful woman in the world at that time, but her cultivation was only a pitiful Early Stage Foundation Establishment.

An Wen, unwilling to accept her fate, cultivated desperately. Once, during a mission, she became too focused and forgot the time, getting trapped in a Yao Beast mist.

“I truly am too weak.” She mocked herself.

Fierce and violent Yao Beasts let out roars that made one’s heart tremble. Their sharp fangs, keen claws, and terrifying, hideous faces—every inch of their bodies screamed danger.

An Wen embraced death, but she had no regrets, only blaming herself for being inferior.

But when she was in despair, a young man in white descended from the sky. He swung his sword, and a crescent-shaped, fiery red sword light, unstoppable in its sharpness, appeared!

With one sword strike, heaven and earth fell silent.

All the Yao Beasts in front of him were shattered to pieces.

The young man in white, wielding a sword, stood with his back to her, leaving a deep imprint in her heart.

She really wanted to say thank you, but the young man in white didn’t linger. He only asked her one question, “You weren’t injured, were you?”

An Wen was a bit flustered. Her cheeks flushed, and her heart trembled. She timidly said:

“I, I’m not injured.”

“Good, it’s good that you’re fine. It’s not safe here, you should leave quickly.” After saying that, he left without looking back.

This was their first encounter.

Xiao Fan listened and exclaimed, “Holy cow!”

So, this routine was all something his old man had used up! He even pulled out the hero-saving-the-beauty, white-clothed Young Master act. How old was he, still trying to fool young girls with this stuff?

Xiao Fan secretly cursed his father for being inhuman, for corrupting the hearts of innocent young maidens.

No wonder I’m a scumbag; it’s definitely inherited from my old man!

When An Wen spoke of this, the smile on her lips couldn’t be suppressed, rising higher, showing that this encounter left an indelible impression on her heart.

Xiao Fan shook his head inwardly. He didn’t expect his old man to be the true master of a thousand schemes. Poor Hundred Flowers Holy Master, she couldn’t see through his old man’s lecherous heart.

She fell for him!

Later, at the Sword Sect’s Sword Discussion Conference.

An Wen met the white-clothed young man again that day. Upon asking, she learned that he was the Young Master of the Xiao Family.

An Wen mustered her courage and went up to thank him.

The white-clothed young man was startled and asked who she was.

She excitedly told him that he had saved her that day.

Only then did the white-clothed young man realize, and he smiled, saying, “It was nothing.”

An Wen recalled, “At that time, everyone looked at me with desire in their eyes, but only he had a clear gaze, treating me like an ordinary person.”

An Wen finally found a sense of recognition. This man in front of her didn’t even look at her face; he wasn’t someone who judged by appearance!

This immediately caused her favorability to skyrocket. An Wen mustered her courage and asked him to teach her sword arts, saying she wouldn’t mind being his servant.

Humble, too humble!

Despicable, too despicable!

This guy even pretended to be young to deceive young girls. Xiao Fan felt ashamed of himself.

“My achievements today are all thanks to your father’s guidance.” The Hundred Flowers Holy Master said with a smile, no longer concealing it.

“He didn’t find me stupid, affirmed my efforts, encouraged me that my efforts would eventually pay off, and even taught me sword practice hand-in-hand, found sacred medicine for me, cleansed my meridians and marrow, and helped me complete my transformation.”

“Not only that, he also supported me and helped me win the Saintess position. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you now.”

Xiao Fan gave a silent thumbs-up. His old man’s hand-in-hand teaching method was something else.

He carefully noted down this routine and analyzed it thoroughly.

For women who are beautiful but not naturally talented,

you must not focus on their appearance; you must treat them as ordinary people.

At the same time, you must encourage their efforts, letting them grow step by step. In this process, teaching them hand-in-hand will leave a deep impression on them.

However, it’s important to note here that you shouldn’t be too good to her. You need to give her that push-and-pull feeling, and focus on building your high-status image, making her look up to you.

Admiration, gratitude, plus the initial love at first sight—the combination of these three is a fatal blow. No woman can resist this set of operations.

A cultivation-style girlfriend!

Xiao Fan slapped the table in admiration. When it came to seducing women, his father’s unique skill was truly unparalleled.

However, in his impression, his old man hadn’t been going out much lately, seeming a bit too honest.

Perhaps, besides his mother, no one could truly rein in this man.

“I knew our statuses were vastly different, and eventually he returned to the Xiao Family. Although I was prepared, when I heard him say he was going home to get engaged, I admit I cried my eyes out.”

“That night, we stayed up all night, pouring out our hearts to each other. I also gave myself to him, seeing each other frankly. We became Combination Stage Cultivators. However, clan orders are hard to defy, and I didn’t want to make things difficult for him, so I let him leave.”

“This separation has lasted a thousand years.” The Hundred Flowers Holy Master sighed with emotion.

This is absolutely insane!

Are you really trying to flirt in front of me, damn it?

He played with someone else’s feelings, took their primal yin, and still made them miss him for a thousand years, without them even coming to cause trouble, instead still remembering his good points. With that kind of skill, Xiao Fan felt ashamed of himself.

Your old man is your old man after all!

“Achoo! Who’s secretly praising my handsomeness again?” Xiao Father rubbed his nose, frowning.

He wanted to deduce who it was, but since they were praising his handsomeness, he decided to let it go. It wasn’t a curse, so there was no need to bother.

The Hundred Flowers Holy Master smiled, “You have seventy percent of his shadow on you. I spoke a bit too much, revealing these past events. Just consider it a story.”

Xiao Fan smiled, “So the Holy Master and my father had such an interaction. He got off easy.”

“You are quite interesting.” The Hundred Flowers Holy Master smiled, radiant and charming.

“I heard your fiancée is Jiang Lan Zhi?”

“That’s right.”

“It seems our Hundred Flowers Holy Land and your Xiao Family are truly fated. Your father supported me to become the Holy Master, and now you support Jiang Lan Zhi.”

“Alright, that’s enough.”

“Oh, by the way, if you’re going back, could you give this letter to him?” The Hundred Flowers Holy Master took out a letter exuding a fragrant floral scent.

“No problem!” Xiao Fan accepted it without a second thought.

This was evidence!

With this evidence in hand, wouldn’t his old man have to obediently listen to him? He was quite fond of that Purple Orchid Immortal Sword of his!

Hehehehehe!

The Hundred Flowers Holy Master didn’t expect him to accept so quickly, thinking he might have been hostile towards her.

“I won’t let you make a trip for nothing. Here’s a bottle of Immortal Orchid Spirit Pill. After consuming it, a woman’s face can become like a flower, and her temperament like an orchid.”

“Jiang Lan Zhi should like it.”

“Oh?” That good!

Giving me evidence and giving me a gift, Hundred Flowers Holy Master, you truly are a great person!

Xiao Fan bid farewell to the Hundred Flowers Holy Master, feeling great.

Last time, he begged and pleaded, wanting to just touch his old man’s Purple Orchid Immortal Sword, but couldn’t. This time, I’ll make you deliver it to me yourself!

Ding, you instructed Xia Huaxuan to kill the protagonist Fei Yangyang using the Looting Luck Sword.

Obtained Villain Points: 88888 points.

Hmm? Fei Yangyang is gone?

Indeed, simp characters don’t even deserve a chance to appear.

Good news!

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Thank you, Fellow Daoist [Dark Gold Demonic Ape of Fire Sea City], for the [Inspiration Capsule].