Xie Xiyi cautioned him, "Your primal yang is important. Even dual cultivation can't replenish it. Don't kill the goose that lays the golden eggs."
Chi Yu said, a little embarrassed, "Senior Brother Xuanji, I understand! You don't need to say any more. I wasn't thinking about that."
Seeing his cheeks redden slightly, Xie Xiyi couldn't help curling his lips, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Young men are drawn to beauty. Junior Brother, have you ever had someone you liked?"
Chi Yu caught the smile on his lips out of the corner of his eye and knew he was teasing him again. He said irritably, "No. But you, Senior Brother Xuanji, were the Crown Prince of a mortal dynasty. You must have experienced quite a bit when you were young, right? After all, even Xiaoqiu said your Great Xia Imperial Clan believes that more children mean more blessings. If you hadn't joined the Chan Sect, you'd probably have seven or eight children by now."
Xie Xiyi: "..."
He smiled faintly.
That tongue of his didn't spare anyone.
At first light the next day, Chi Yu and his two companions prepared to set off.
Before leaving, Chi Yu left some more cultivation supplies for the village chief.
Xiaoqiu asked him in puzzlement, "Aotian-ge, why are you leaving so many low-grade spirit stones? Haven't we already paid them?"
Chi Yu scratched his head and said as if it were only natural, "There are lots of cultivators in the village. They can always use more spirit stones, right? If I spend a little less, I can give these cultivators at the bottom a little more hope. Consider it my good deed for the day!"
Xiaoqiu: "..."
He gazed at Chi Yu without speaking.
Xie Xiyi, meanwhile, shifted his gaze from Chi