Chapter 103: I'd Rather Starve Than Eat

Ye Qin watched in amazement as the two carried back the tiger eagle. After all, defeating a tiger eagle required the strength of a swordsman—could it be that they possessed such prowess? This was incredible! The brother had casually picked them up along the road, and both had the strength of swordsmen? Truly worthy of him. The moment he left Taixi County, he immediately revealed his extraordinary nature.

Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian looked at the two strangers approaching with some surprise, especially upon seeing the shattered tiger eagle. It seemed to say, "How dare you two bully such a cute tiger eagle..." Their cruelty knew no bounds.

“They are my... servants...” Ye Kun whispered softly.

My heavens! The people capable of killing a tiger eagle were actually my elder brother’s servants! Originally, Ye Kun hadn’t even seen him bring these two along. Only half a day had passed, yet here were servants capable of slaying a tiger eagle. Feng Dian and Yuan Zhen’s minds grew muddled.

However, upon hearing their teacher’s words, Dong Ci and Da Ci immediately understood his intent. As a great Celestial Lord, one must bear both honor and disgrace, showing humility and resilience. The teacher was truly merciful—though he claimed not to teach, he was constantly guiding with care. They decided not to question and simply follow the teacher.

“Young master, please wait. We will prepare this sand eagle immediately,” Dong Ci said respectfully. On the path to becoming a Celestial Lord, he still had a long way to go.

“This is a tiger eagle,” Yuan Zhen couldn’t help but emphasize. Though the tiger eagle was dead, you couldn’t just call it a sand eagle—what if it reincarnated as one?

Dong Ci was momentarily stunned. As a learned and versatile man, it was embarrassing to be corrected in front of the teacher.

“Young master, I haven’t encountered such a lowly beast for a long time,” Dong Ci said.

Ye Kun could understand—after all, they were students of a Celestial Lord, unlikely to deal with sand eagles, or rather, tiger eagles.

Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian had never met anyone so adept at putting on airs. Even my elder brother never showed off like this, yet this young man in white spoke such words.

“Husband, Mu’er is hungry,” Yan Mu’er immediately began to act coquettishly nearby. The master was right—girls could usually succeed by acting this way, though with her husband, it was a matter of chance.

“Wife, don’t worry. We will prepare it right away,” Dong Ci and Da Ci hurried to start a fire, intent on roasting the tiger eagle.

Ye Li leaned against Ye Kun’s shoulder, gazing up at the starry sky. “So beautiful.”

The night sky sparkled with countless stars, a river of stars stretching above them, intoxicating in its splendor—an image Ye Li hadn’t seen for a long time. Ye Kun said nothing; girls simply liked to express such sentiments.

Yan Mu’er leaned on Ye Kun’s other side, softly asking, “Husband, do you know the difference between you and the stars?”

With that question, Ye Kun pondered the difference between himself and the stars. Having read many books over the past six years, this was a tricky question. Could it be that the stars, like my elder brother, had no hair?

“I don’t know,” Ye Kun replied helplessly. Did these two wives have to press my sore spots like this?

Yan Mu’er laughed sweetly, clutching Ye Kun’s arm, her eyes full of tenderness. “The stars live in the sky, but husband, you live in my heart.”

At her words, everyone froze. Even Ye Kun felt a tingling warmth spread through his body, his scalp prickling.

Such a tender phrase from a young woman left Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian at a loss for words to describe my elder brother. He was already so formidable that none could surpass him.

Ye Qin felt powerless compared to his brother—not only in strength but even in matters of the heart. What could he possibly compete with?

Although Dong Ci and Da Ci were surprised, they immediately began deep reflection. Could this be a stage in cultivation?

Da Ci glanced at Dong Ci, who returned the look.

Ye Li was truly impressed. To say such a thing—that was impressive!

“Husband, I like you~” Yan Mu’er pressed her advantage, humming, “Under my relentless charm, I don’t believe you can resist~”

Everyone was on the verge of collapse. Brother, please don’t do this anymore. None of us here have wives.

How can you act this way in front of your younger brother? Can you at least consider his feelings?

If it were in private, Ye Li might have said such cheesy things, but in front of so many, he was a little embarrassed.

This round clearly belonged to Yan Mu’er.

“The meat’s ready!” Ye Kun suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone’s lips twitched. As expected, my elder brother was amazing—amidst the tender affection of his wife, all he could think about was meat.

Who could be more impressive than my elder brother?

Ye Li almost laughed aloud. You never know how much the little bald head’s next words will annoy you.

Looking at Yan Mu’er’s face, Ye Li was happy. She hadn’t been very good at being affectionate just now, and this tactic might work on other men, but with her husband... better not.

Yan Mu’er now felt that her master’s teachings were useless, having no effect at all.

Her master never expected she’d encounter my elder brother, the finest youth of Taixi County.

Faced with Yan Mu’er’s sudden tenderness, Ye Kun felt overwhelmed, utterly unprepared.

“Brother, sister-in-law is angry. You’re too much...” Ye Qin didn’t know what to say. For a girl to say such words, how much courage must she have?

Yan Mu’er sat aside, turning her head away from Ye Kun. She had been a little hungry, but now she felt as if she’d been fed by anger alone.

Ye Kun glanced at his wife and decided to give her a piece of tiger eagle meat.

“Brother, go and soothe sister-in-law,” Ye Qin laughed, handing the cut meat to his brother.

Ye Kun sighed helplessly. Had he really done anything? Her anger seemed inexplicable.

“Mu’er,” Ye Kun said as he approached, smiling.

“Hmph~ Don’t think a piece of meat can placate me. I won’t eat it—not even if I starve.”

Strangely, Ye Kun found his wife’s anger quite appealing—at least more so than her usual coquettishness. That showed his unique taste.

“Mu’er, you look so lovely when you’re angry,” Ye Kun said sincerely, with no hint of flattery.

Hearing this, Yan Mu’er was surprised. The little bald head could actually soothe someone now. Though not very skillfully, it was a promising start.

“Hmph~”

“Mu’er, be good, have a bite... you’ll get sick if you starve.”

Yan Mu’er looked at the little bald head smilingly, poking a small piece of meat. Was he trying to feed her?

Heavens...

It felt like she was feeding a pet.

“Mu’er, open your mouth.”

Yan Mu’er puckered her lips, relenting for once. “Husband, you can’t do this again!”

“All right, husband promises.”

“That’s better.” She gently bit into the tiger eagle meat and chewed softly. Truly delicious~