Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

Zhou Lang had no idea why Li Mengxue had become so haggard and indifferent toward him. He had already decided not to contact her anymore. Two people who had feelings for each other ended up missing their chance to be together, all due to fate.

Of course, this was only temporary. What might happen between them in the future remained unknown.

After leaving Li Mengxue’s villa, Zhou Lang’s phone vibrated. He had received a call from an unknown number.

“Is this Mr. Zhou Lang?”

The voice on the other end was polite, and from the sound of it, the caller seemed to be a middle-aged man.

“Yes, this is Zhou Lang. May I ask who’s calling?”

Zhou Lang asked curiously. He was confident he had never spoken to this person before. Now that he was a cultivator, his memory was sharp.

“I’m Ye Tian, Ye Qianqian’s father. I had no idea about the terrible things she did to you. I didn’t even know you had come to Feiyun City. I was out of town for a while and only recently returned. Afterward, Qianqian told me what happened between you two. She’s been crying every day, deeply regretting her actions.”

The man continued, “This is entirely the fault of the Ye family, and I feel deeply guilty. Mr. Zhou, do you have time right now? I’d like to meet you and apologize in person. Please give me this chance. After all, my father and your grandfather were as close as brothers. I don’t want our relationship to become strained—it would be a great disrespect to our ancestors.”

“Ye Qianqian’s father wants to apologize? The way he speaks reeks of false sincerity; there’s not a hint of genuine remorse,” Zhou Lang thought, feeling repulsed by Ye Tian’s words.

“When I first arrived in Feiyun City, I tried several times to visit the Ye family, but they wouldn’t even let me in. That must have been Ye Tian’s doing, instructing the guards to stop me. And now he claims he didn’t know about Ye Qianqian’s insults? He must think I’m naïve. Well, if he wants to meet, I’ll play along and see what tricks he has up his sleeve.”

Zhou Lang’s mindset had drastically changed. After enduring humiliation and gaining power from it, he had grown much more cautious. Now that he was a cultivator, his approach to problems had shifted, and his courage had increased. Someone else might have avoided meeting Ye Tian out of fear of a scheme, but not Zhou Lang.

“Mr. Ye, pick a place, and I’ll come,” Zhou Lang said after deciding to meet.

“Mr. Zhou, it would be my honor to send someone to pick you up. Where are you right now?”

Ye Tian asked politely.

“That won’t be necessary. Just tell me the place, and I’ll make my way there,” Zhou Lang replied indifferently. He didn’t care much for Ye Tian.

“Mr. Zhou, you and my daughter are engaged. Now that you’re in Feiyun City, I should invite you to my home and treat you properly. Let me send someone to bring you over.”

Ye Tian was slightly taken aback. The saying goes, Don’t hit a smiling face, meaning you shouldn’t be rude to someone who’s being polite. Ye Tian had been nothing but courteous to Zhou Lang, but Zhou’s cold response made him feel like he was being slapped in the face.

As the head of the Zhongtian Group, Ye Tian was used to wield power. If it weren’t for his plan to lure Zhou Lang into a trap for revenge, he wouldn’t have humbled himself. Ever since the arrest of Mayor Nie Qingyun and his son Nie Yuanxiong, his daughter Ye Qianqian had been blacklisted by the city’s media, unable to make any public appearances. The thought of it made him seethe with anger, and he wished he could kill Zhou Lang.

“The engagement papers have already been torn up. There’s no longer any engagement. I’ve been to your house many times, but I’ve never been let in. I’ll be at your home in half an hour,” Zhou Lang said curtly, hanging up the phone before hailing a taxi to the Ye family’s villa.

…

The Ye family’s villa was located in the western suburbs of Feiyun City.

When Zhou Lang first arrived in Feiyun City, he had dreamed of becoming Ye Qianqian’s husband. He would visit the Ye family’s villa every weekend, but he was never allowed to enter, and he never once saw Ye Qianqian.

The first time he saw her was in a high-end cafe. That was when she had said he was a “toad wants to eat the meat of a swan” and had Nie Yuanxiong, the son of the mayor, beat him up. She also tore up their engagement papers.

However, after suffering that humiliation, Zhou Lang discovered the ancestral coin that allowed him to inherit his family’s cultivation methods. Ye Qianqian, who had once seemed like a goddess to him, now wasn’t even worth considering.

Although Zhou Lang knew that Ye Tian’s apology might be a trap, Ye Tian’s cautious tone gave him a certain satisfaction.

About twenty minutes later, Zhou Lang arrived at the villa complex in the western suburbs.

Over the past two decades, wealthy people have shifted from preferring the city center to favoring the suburbs for the quieter, greener environment and better air quality, much more comfortable than the bustling city.

The villa complex where the Ye family lived was one of the most exclusive areas in Feiyun City. The residents were either government officials or extremely wealthy, with assets worth at least tens of millions.

Upon entering the villa area, lush trees and blooming flowers greeted the eye. The peaceful atmosphere was a delight. In the city center, even at dusk, it would still feel hot and stuffy. But here, the temperature felt cooler by two or three degrees, making it much more pleasant.

“Hey, young man, visiting some relatives here?” the taxi driver asked as they drove into the complex.

“Hmm,” Zhou Lang smiled faintly.

“It’s good to have rich relatives and friends. If you seize the opportunity, you could save yourself twenty years of hard work,” the driver said enviously.

“In today’s world, it’s all about connections. I’ve spent my life driving taxis because I don’t have any. You’re lucky, young man—don’t waste your resources.”

“Thanks for the advice, Uncle,” Zhou Lang replied. In reality, he wasn’t here to visit relatives at all—Ye Tian had called him over.

Soon, the taxi pulled up in front of the Ye family’s villa.

Just as Zhou Lang paid the fare and got out, the villa’s front gate opened. Out came a tall middle-aged man and a young woman in her early twenties.

The young woman, casually dressed in white, was none other than Ye Qianqian. As soon as Zhou Lang saw her, he knew the middle-aged man must be her father, Ye Tian. Ye Tian had pale skin, and the Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist was worth at least a million yuan—clearly a man accustomed to luxury.

“Mr. Zhou, you’ve arrived,” Ye Tian said, walking toward Zhou Lang with Ye Qianqian, extending his hand in a warm greeting.

“Hmm, Mr. Ye, you asked me to come, so here I am. Let’s talk right here,” Zhou Lang replied indifferently, without shaking Ye Tian’s hand. If the engagement between him and Ye Qianqian were still in place, he would have called Ye Tian “Uncle” or even “Father-in-law.” But now, just looking at Ye Tian and Ye Qianqian disgusted him. Both father and daughter were shallow and opportunistic.

Zhou Lang’s refusal to enter the villa was a clear signal that he had no intention of giving Ye Tian any respect.