As for the book in Little Fatty's hands...
Gao Cunfeng's idea was to find a suitable opportunity to throw it away.
Then replace it with a new one.
He needed to find someone to write a good one for his son.
After all, the boy had been working so hard lately that spending a little more thought on him was no trouble.
Although there was no hope of him joining a sect, they were still counting on him to have more children.
That was an important matter too.
With higher cultivation, having children would be easier.
He could have a few more.
"What have you decided?" Gao Cunfeng sat in a chair to one side and asked softly. "Cultivation or marriage?
"You don't seem able to endure the hardships of cultivation.
"Our household is counting on you to spread its branches and leaves now. After all, your older brothers have their hearts set entirely on cultivation and have no plans to marry."
"I want to cultivate," Little Fatty said earnestly.
"Didn't you dislike cultivating?" Gao Cunfeng said rather helplessly. "The hardships of cultivation aren't easy to bear. Although we're delighted that you're cultivating now, it's a little late.
"Marriage should still take priority. The one we find for you will definitely be the best match for you.
"Good talent, decent cultivation, and well suited to bearing children."
Little Fatty: "..."
He said solemnly, "I think the path of cultivation suits me better."
Gao Cunfeng looked at his youngest son and smiled. "Fine, but if you haven't reached Qi Refining Fourth Layer by August, come back and obediently accept our arrangements.
"Also, don't steal any more papers to take outside next time, especially to show other people.
"It held up quite a few things.
"For now, keep following that Jiang Man