Chapter Ninety-Two: Refusing to Be Yunting’s God-grandson

Hearing what Luo Changning said, the man slapped his forehead sharply, as if only then remembering to introduce himself.

"Getting old, getting old indeed. See, even such an important matter slipped my mind."

"Don't rush to accept or refuse. Let me first tell you who I am. I am the current head of the hidden clan—the Yun family. My name is Yun Ting."

At these words, Luo Changning was once again shocked. He had vaguely guessed the old man's identity, but hearing him declare himself the head of the Yun family, a clan with a history spanning millennia, he couldn't help but marvel.

It made sense—after all, a master of the Tongtian Realm who had lived for more than three hundred years was certainly qualified to lead the ancient Yun family.

Still, Luo Changning never imagined that such a powerful figure, both a master of the Tongtian Realm and the head of a hidden family, would take an interest in him, wanting to accept him as a disciple.

Of course, Luo Changning silently complained to himself: wasn't Yun Ruoyi said to be the young master of the Yun family, which meant he was the grandson of the head before him?

So, how could a man who had lived for more than three hundred years have a grandson barely thirteen years old? Wasn't this somewhat unbecoming for his age?

Could this be the legendary "the old sword still sharp"?

Luo Changning grumbled further in his heart: no wonder so many martial artists on the Yaohua Continent strive at all costs to advance their cultivation. Not only could they achieve longevity, adding centuries to their lives, but they could also remain vigorous, handling marital affairs with ease. Wasn't that a tremendous benefit?

Yet, whenever Luo Changning imagined a centuries-old old monster acting like a young man, indulging in love and conjugal matters, a chill ran down his spine.

Goosebumps rose instantly—it was even more repulsive than when Luo Qingshi had disgusted him earlier.

No matter what others thought or did, he simply couldn't picture himself still obsessed with such affairs after hundreds of years.

Such boring matters—enduring them for a few decades was tolerable, but for centuries? Wouldn't one tire of it?

There was a saying in his previous life on the Earth Dragon Continent: "The seven-year itch between husband and wife."

Clearly, the sense of novelty was worn away in seven years—so too would passion. Even if the shelf life lasted longer than seven years, it surely wouldn't extend for centuries.

But Luo Changning had evidently forgotten one thing: he had never experienced the pleasures of womanhood in either of his lives. How could he possibly know whether he would tire of it after centuries?

No matter how much he wracked his brains now, he couldn't fathom it, so he simply stopped obsessing over the issue.

"Hahaha, you little rascal, I just praised you for being interesting, and now you've become so dull! Does accepting a disciple require any reason? As long as you catch my eye, that's enough."

Luo Changning curled his lips, saying nothing.

If it were truly a matter of catching the eye, Yun Ting would have taken him as a disciple the moment they met—why wait until dawn to seek him out?

Having lived two lifetimes, how could he be so easily fooled by Yun Ting?

Seeing Luo Changning's skeptical gaze, Yun Ting's temple veins throbbed, his eyes blazing as he thundered, "What, you don't believe what I say?"

Luo Changning composed himself and spoke, "I mean no disrespect, elder, but I have already sworn myself to a master and will not take another. After all, once a teacher, forever a father. I cannot break my oath. Of course, if you don't mind, perhaps we could become Dao companions—you could advise me in martial arts."

By rights, the gap in status and seniority between Luo Changning and Yun Ting was vast.

But Luo Changning would never say anything about wanting Yun Ting as a god-grandfather—firstly, he had no wish to gain a cheap god-grandfather, nor to become someone else's god-grandson.

Secondly, it was because of Yun Ruoyi, standing before him—a young boy only a year older, with clean yet captivating eyes.

From deep within, Luo Changning was reluctant to have this youth as an elder brother.

Yet as he thought this, he frowned, unwilling to let Yun Ruoyi disturb his heart any longer.

After all, he truly did not wish to walk further down the path of forbidden love. Whether it was the Su family or the Luo imperial clan, he was now their sole heir, burdened with the task of continuing the bloodline. He could not afford to become bent.

Besides, even as a disabled man in his previous life, he had the blood of a true man in his veins—how could he willingly let another man turn him? Even if he was on the dominant side, he wouldn't agree!

If Yun Ruoyi knew all the twists and turns in Luo Changning's mind, he might well twitch his lips in disbelief. If you don't want to be the dominant one, do you think I do? Besides, I haven't even got the tools...

Yet, when all is said and done, when the dust has settled, Yun Ruoyi would know that Luo Changning's heart had once beat for her—and who could say what she would feel then?

Often, people miss each other in strange ways, losing that first flutter of the heart. When someone else stands by your side, no matter what, the original feeling can never be recaptured.

Regrettably, at this moment, the two young boys had no idea that their first youthful stirrings had perished because Luo Changning did not wish to be turned.

Yun Ting had clearly not expected to be refused when he tried to take Luo Changning as a disciple, but remembering who Luo Changning might be, he was quickly reconciled.

If Luo Changning really was that person, then a thousand or ten thousand Yun Tings would not be qualified to be his master.

In this world, there was simply no one worthy to take him as a disciple.

Of course, Yun Ting hadn't forgotten his true purpose in seeking Luo Changning. The offer to take him as a disciple was merely a pretense. Now that Luo Changning had refused him, Yun Ting had to find another way.

"Do you have any thoughts about our Yun family?" Yun Ting finally asked.

"Thoughts?"

Luo Changning furrowed his brows, puzzled. "What thoughts could I possibly have about the Yun family?"