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To the naked eye, there seemed to be no change above the Ye Family estate.
However, if a master of formations were to arrive, they would notice an invisible layer of energy subtly enveloping the grand residence of the Ye Family.
Originally, Ye Fan had planned to set up a Void Sword Formation within the Ye Family grounds.
But after careful consideration, he felt that the Two Instruments of Life and Death Formation was more suitable.
After establishing the Two Instruments of Life and Death Formation, Ye Fan took shape and approached Ye Qingling.
Seeing her in a daze, he reached out and tugged at her delicate hand.
It felt warm, soft, and smooth to the touch; Ye Fan even gave it a gentle squeeze.
He called out, "Qingling Sister, what are you looking at?"
At the sound of Ye Fan's voice, Ye Qingling snapped back to reality. With a look of shock and disbelief, she turned to him and said, "Young Master, you... you really have set up a Great Formation in our Ye Family?"
Ye Fan replied with a bemused expression, "It's just a formation. Why would I lie to you?"
Ye Qingling nodded somewhat absentmindedly, not because she doubted Ye Fan's words.
It was simply that earlier, she had seen his small figure floating in mid-air, continuously casting one seal after another.
The familiarity of his movements and the fluidity with which he executed them had left her utterly astonished.
Ye Qingling did not understand formations, nor could she arrange them.
Yet, she had heard others say that formations were profound and unfathomable.
However, they were extremely complex.
To learn formations, aside from one's own talent, every master of formations must have spent a long time in accumulation and research to achieve any success.
But Ye Fan?
Had he spent a long time in research and accumulation?
Clearly, that was impossible!
"Ha...!!!"
Ye Qingling looked at Ye Fan with her clear eyes, stunned to the point where she didn't know what to say.
Seeing Ye Qingling's astonished expression, Ye Fan also appeared quite helpless.
There was nothing he could do!
As the memories of his past life awakened, Ye Fan found himself burdened with too much knowledge, making it impossible for him to remain low-key.
With his hands clasped behind his back and taking leisurely strides, he ambled toward his room without uttering a word.
As for Ye Qingling's shock?
Did he need to explain anything to her?
Clearly not, and there was no way to explain it anyway.
All Ye Fan could do was make them accustomed to the surprise.
So they would be ready for future astonishments.
Yes, that was the plan...
Staring blankly at Ye Fan's retreating figure, Ye Qingling took a deep breath and quickly followed after him with light steps.
"The night is deep; shouldn't you head back to rest, Qingling Sister?" Ye Fan asked as he glanced back at the approaching Ye Qingling.
Ye Qingling, not thinking of anything else, said, "Didn't I just say? From now on, I will be by Young Master’s side every day, taking care of him, including when he... sleeps..."
What the hell!
Ye Fan leaned forward upon hearing this, nearly falling to the ground.
Temptation... pure, blatant temptation!
Ye Fan raised his head and looked at the starry sky with a sense of helplessness. "Sister, but I don’t need anyone to take care of me while I sleep!"
"What if you do need it?" Ye Qingling blinked her long eyelashes and looked at Ye Fan. "Besides, you are the young master of the Ye Family and our current pillar. How can you not have someone to look after you?"
"Is that so?"
Looking at Ye Qingling's long eyelashes and big eyes, Ye Fan felt that what she said seemed quite reasonable.
"Of course." Ye Qingling bent down and took Ye Fan's small hand. "Come on, Young Master. Don’t overthink it. You’re still young and can’t do anything else anyway, right?"
"Right...?!!!"
Ye Fan nodded in confusion. "Right...!!!"
After returning to the room.
Ye Qingling was indeed fulfilling her duties.
She attended to every detail.
At that moment, she was wiping the sweat off Ye Fan's body.
Ye Fan found himself completely stripped by her.
He stood there...
Allowing her to do as she pleased...
Then she climbed into bed with him.
What left Ye Fan even more speechless was that, of all things, Ye Qingling was sleeping right next to him.
She was truly attentive and close at hand.
As he inhaled the alluring fragrance emanating from Ye Qingling and felt the warmth radiating from her body.
Ye Fan suddenly felt that there didn't seem to be anything wrong with this situation after all.
After coming to this realization, Ye Fan even intentionally burrowed into Ye Qingling's embrace, squeezing a little closer.
"Y-young master... are you asleep?"
Suddenly, Ye Qingling's soft voice came through, like the fragrance of orchids.
Ye Fan shifted slightly and replied, "Not yet. What's up, Qingling Sister?"
Ye Qingling seemed hesitant to speak, lowering her voice even more. "Since you're not asleep, could you... could you move over a bit?"
"Huh? Qingling Sister, why?" Ye Fan asked.
"Young master, you're on top of me..." Ye Qingling said.
"On... on top of you?" Ye Fan turned his head and was immediately startled. Wasn't that the case? His little head was indeed resting on her chest!
Ye Fan quickly shifted down a bit and said, "I'm sorry, Qingling Sister! I didn't mean to!"
"It's okay," Ye Qingling replied. "Could you also loosen your grip a bit?"
"It hurts a little!"
"Um..." Ye Fan said, quickly pulling away the restless little hand.
"Ha..."
Both of them let out a long sigh and finally fell into a quiet sleep.
The former felt speechless, thinking that her young master was truly mischievous, while the latter was in torment.
Early the next morning.
Ye Qingling had already prepared washing supplies and breakfast for Ye Fan.
After washing up, Ye Fan sat at the table, eating breakfast while observing Ye Qingling.
Noticing Ye Fan's gaze constantly on her, Ye Qingling said somewhat helplessly, "Young Master, why do you keep looking at your sister like that?"
"Qingling Sister, do you have a spirit tool?" Ye Fan suddenly asked as he put down his chopsticks.
"Yes," Ye Qingling replied.
"Then summon it so I can take a look," Ye Fan said.
Although she didn't understand why Ye Fan suddenly wanted to see her spirit tool.
But Ye Qingling did not hesitate and directly summoned her Spirit Sword.
In an instant, Radiant Light shone brightly.
A small Spirit Sword hovered in front of Ye Qingling.
"Low-grade spirit weapon," Ye Fan said with a sneer. "Trash!"
Ye Qingling replied somewhat speechlessly, "Young Master, with my cultivation level, do you expect me to use anything other than a low-grade spirit weapon?
"Besides, mid-grade spirit weapons are so precious that even if I wanted one, I couldn't get it!"
Ye Fan shook his head and said, "A mere mid-grade spirit weapon is nothing. In a few days, I'll give you a High-Quality Spirit Tool Flying Sword... who knows, it might even be a top-grade one!"
Ye Fan patted his chest as he spoke.
He had already planned to gather some materials to forge an offensive spirit weapon like the Flying Sword.
Since Ye Qingling wanted to stay by his side and take care of him, how could he let her use a low-grade spirit weapon, such a lackluster Flying Sword?
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