Chapter 5: Do You Mind Adopting a Godson?

Someone like this also calls himself "this Young Master"?

Ye Beiling cast a sidelong glance at Fu Lingrui, and in an instant, he frowned and averted his gaze, his expression and demeanor filled with utter disdain. It was as if what he had seen was nothing more than... a pile of shit on the side of the road.

Fu Lingrui was instantly enraged by this look. "Get him!"

The subordinates beside him all rushed toward Ye Beiling.

Ye Beiling lazily raised his hand and stomped his ink-black sword—which Xiaobao was using as a walking stick—against the ground.

The ground shuddered instantly. Before the charging men could even dismount, several screams rang out as they were all thrown from their horses, leaving only Fu Lingrui sitting dazed on his mount.

"Who... who are you?"

Ye Beiling didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. "Are you even worthy of knowing who I am?"

Fu Lingrui's face turned a mix of red and black with rage. "Don't push your luck! Do you dare to show no respect for the Fu family of the Ziwu Kingdom?"

"The Fu family?" He let out a yawn, his face full of confusion and indifference. "What is the Fu family? Are they as annoying as you?"

"How dare you!"

"Uncle! That stomp with your cane just now was so cool! It turns out you're not just a wealthy idiot!" Xiaobao approached Ye Beiling as if no one else were there, blinking his eyes at the sword that had just been stomped, filled with infinite admiration. "Since you're so rich and so powerful, Uncle, would you mind adopting a godson? You can take Dabao and Xiaobao as a package deal!"

The sentence Fu Lingrui had been about to finish was abruptly cut off, leaving him stuck and his entire face frozen.

"I mind."

*Please, if you're sincerely trying to adopt a father, don't refer to a peerless divine weapon as a walking stick.*

Xiaobao looked up pitifully, his clear, bright eyes looking at him innocently. "Why? Is it because you're worried about Xiaobao having a tag-along like Dabao?"

*Just who is this poor Dabao!*

"May I ask, how many godfathers do you have?" Ye Beiling asked unexpectedly.

Xiaobao lowered his head and counted on his fingers. "Uncle, only three!"

"Non-negotiable!"

Xiaobao let out a deep sigh. "Then forget it. I thought we could form a mahjong table. But Uncle, if you ever change your mind, you can still come looking for me. Though, I can't guarantee I'll say yes next time."

Fu Lingrui couldn't help but roll his eyes; these two were treating him like he was invisible!

"You!" He finally couldn't take it anymore. "Is this ever going to end? Once you enter Yue City, you are entering the borders of the Ziwu Kingdom. Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Do you really think my Fu family is easy to bully?"

Xiaobao scratched his head with one finger. "What are a 'toast' and a 'forfeit'? Even though Uncle is very generous for wanting to treat us to drinks, what if Dabao says I'm a child and can't drink? Why don't you just convert it into cash for Xiaobao instead!"

"You little brat, shut up!" Fu Lingrui was filled with fury.

Xiaobao pouted and shouted at him loudly, "Didn't your mother teach you that cursing at children costs money!"

Ye Beiling shook his head helplessly. A four or five-year-old child who knew nothing of the world, yet every sentence revolved around money, as if his family were so poor they couldn't even afford to eat!

Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and his alertness spiked to the highest level.

Not far to the southeast, a carriage had quietly come to a halt.

In the next instant, a red silk ribbon coiled like a spiritual serpent, instantly wrapping around Fu Lingrui's neck. It forcibly dragged him from his horse, pulling him by the throat across the ground in a pathetic, wailing mess.

Xiaobao immediately covered his mouth. "Oh no, Dabao is here!"

Ye Beiling glanced at the little toddler. It seemed things were getting interesting.