Daoist Heirs, Crusaders at the Gates

Their pleasant chat turned rather heavy, disrupted by the matter of the "Ancient Era Leftover Physique." Ye Fan saw his mother's expression and felt helpless. He was just about to explain.

His father spoke first. "Don't worry. It should be the 'sacred' in 'Sacred Physique,' not the 'leftover' in 'leftovers.' How could such an absurd physique exist?"

He understood the distinction. Putting an arm around Ye Fan's mother, he explained it to her.

"Exactly, Mom. It's 'sacred,' as in 'saint.' Besides, I'm still young. I'm one of the foremost cultivators of my generation on the Big Dipper. There's really no rush to find a cultivation partner! If I said eight thousand female cultivators wanted to be my partner, I'd be understating it!"

Ye Fan spoke with a headache. He had known this would happen, which was why he had never mentioned his cousin's glorious exploits on the Big Dipper. He had only been settled at home for a month, yet it already looked as though he could not stay much longer.

Jiang Yun also spoke up for Ye Fan, finally letting his mother breathe a little easier. She looked at Ye Fan with the frustration of someone watching iron refuse to become steel.

"You never get around to anything important. You're thirty-eight already, forty by traditional reckoning, and you still haven't started a family!"

That was how parents in the mortal world thought, and it was understandable. In some places, marrying and having children mattered more than the heavens themselves.

Ye Fan's mother was not unreasonable, though. The contrast between her son and her nephew had simply been too great: zero to six. It had frightened her badly. For a moment, she had truly believed there was such a thing as a "Leftover Physique."

"I have thousands of years to