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【Ugly handwriting, in itself, isn’t that big a deal.】

【As long as it’s legible, people can still make do.】

【But using splotches of ink to piece together a love letter? That’s simply nauseating.】

【Is it a guessing game? Let the reader imagine the contents?】

【Ye Yu initially had no intention of getting involved.】

【And even if he were to help, it would’ve had to wait until after official business was done.】

【But Ji Lingqing was just too persistent.】

【In a flash, he had latched onto Ye Yu’s right leg—with the clear intent of “If you don’t write this for me, I’m not letting go.”】

【Wanting to be rid of him as soon as possible, Ye Yu decisively helped him out by drafting a deeply affectionate love letter.】

【Don’t ask why it came together so fast. 】

【Nothing special, practice makes perfect.】

【Back before he transmigrated, Ye Yu had written plenty of these for others.】

【At first, it was just to help out. Later, the people who used Ye Yu’s love letters almost had a 100% success rate.】

【Once he gained some reputation, more people naturally came looking for him, eventually turning it into a paid service.】

【It even earned him a decent side income at the time.】

【So writing a love letter for Ji Lingqing now? Easy.】

【What’s more, he deliberately left the recipient’s name out. A universal template—plug-and-play for anyone.】

【After reading it, Ji Lingqing was blown away.】

【But lacking any real literary knowledge to express himself, all he could say was, Damn…. awesome!】

【Ye Yu calmly waved it off. No big deal. Just take it and use it as is.】

【But to his surprise, Ji Lingqing handed the letter back.】

【Ye Yu blinked.】

【What’s this? With quality like that, you’re saying it’s not good enough?】

【Kid, are you one of those pigs too picky to eat fine slop?】

【Ji Lingqing explained that it wasn’t about quality—but that a love letter had to be handwritten by the sender to count as heartfelt.】

【Ye Yu immediately raised a hand and cut him off: Don’t bother!】

【With that chicken scratch writing of yours, any fairy who reads it is going to slap you twice on the spot. Don’t humiliate yourself—just use the one I gave you!】

【But people can be weirdly fixated on certain things sometimes.】

【Like Ji Lingqing right now. No matter what, he insisted on writing it himself.】

【He even confidently claimed he’d memorized the entire thing, and asked Ye Yu to take back the original.】

【Honestly, if Ye Yu weren’t planning to cause trouble today, he would have stubbornly argued with Ji Lingqing about this.】

【Fine, write it yourself then!】

【With a cold snort, Ye Yu tucked the letter into his sleeve and turned to leave.】

【After he left— Ji Lingqing, full of confidence, began to write fervently.】

【But the momentum didn’t last long.】

【Soon, he stopped and began scratching his head like crazy.】

【Damn, I clearly remembered it just fine earlier. How come I’ve suddenly forgotten part of it now?】

【What was that line again? Why can’t I remember it?】

【Ugh, Ye Yu, my friend, really wrote such a long love letter. How could anyone possibly remember all of that!】

【Alright, fine… let’s shorten it.】

【Ji Lingqing buried his head in the task again, but pressed too hard and tore the paper.】

【Left with no choice, he started over.】

【But the more he strained to recall, the fuzzier his memory became.】

【Ye Yu’s original letter had about 800 characters.】

【In the end, Ji Lingqing could only recall maybe 80—and even those were choppy and disconnected. He couldn’t string them together into anything coherent.】

【He felt utterly defeated.】

【If he’d known this would happen, he wouldn’t have put on such a front earlier.】

【Meanwhile—】

【Ye Yu quietly concealed his presence, beginning to circle around the outer perimeter of the Suxin Sect.】

【He’d already made up his mind.】

【Staying here, wasting time, waiting for the two sides to start fighting? Only an idiot would do that.】

【If you won’t start the fight, then let me help you pick up the pace!】

【Soon, during his scouting around— Ye Yu located two observation posts manned by immortals from the Tiandi Pavilion.】

【Looks like Ji Lingqing wasn’t lying after all. There really were quite a few immortals sent here.】

【Well then, let’s do this!】

【Without hesitation, Ye Yu changed into a long ceremonial robe. The wide-brimmed hood draped over his head, completely concealing his face in shadow.】

【He used a concealment technique to suppress all fluctuations of his immortal aura.】

【Then he moved toward the heart of the Suxin Sect.】

【At the outer boundary of the sect’s main gate, he spotted two immortals seemingly preparing to head out. He immediately intercepted them.】

【The two were named Gao Fazhi and Wen Liang—one at the late Mystic Immortal stage, the other at the mid stage.】

【Both were Suxin Sect immortals, about to leave the gate in search of a rare immortal herb.】

【Noticing Ye Yu’s suspicious appearance, they barked out, Who goes there? Identify yourself!】

【It’s your dad, Ye Yu replied flatly, his voice muffled and guttural—but laced with exquisite profanity.】

【The moment those words landed— Gao Fazhi and Wen Liang were stunned on the spot.】

【Never in their wildest dreams did they expect to be cussed out… right at their own sect’s front gate.】

【Hot-tempered Gao Fazhi was instantly triggered. He stormed forward, ready to teach Ye Yu a hard lesson.】

【But Ye Yu was faster.】

【In a flash, he suppressed his cultivation to the early Mystic Immortal stage and unleashed an immortal technique—Sky-Slaying Sword!】

【This was a spell Ye Yu had obtained by burying an immortal’s corpse in this dream.】

【Low-grade. Not much damage. Perfect for this situation.】

【In an instant, a massive sword shadow roared into existence—and came slicing straight toward the two Suxin Sect immortals.】

【Both joined forces to block it, easily deflecting the attack.】

【Judging from Ye Yu’s aura, they concluded he was indeed only an early-stage Mystic Immortal.】

【Gao Fazhi roared, Where the hell did this ant come from? You got a death wish?】

【Fine! I’ll grant it!】

【Wen Liang frowned slightly.】

【Something felt off.】

【Just a measly early-stage Mystic Immortal dares to pull this crap at their sect’s gate?】

【That didn’t add up.】

【But the next second, Gao Fazhi had already charged forward.】

【Wen Liang’s expression darkened.】

【Fine then—whatever this guy was planning, they’d subdue him first and ask questions later.】

【Ye Yu feigned a struggle against their assault.】

【Pretending to be outmatched, he began retreating rapidly— flying off into the distance at full speed, all while tossing back a line: I’m your daddy!】

【Gao Fazhi instantly saw red.】

【Wen Liang had meant to hold him back, but then noticed Ye Yu wasn’t fleeing far—he was still circling near the Suxin Sect. Several times, he even came close to being caught by Gao Fazhi.】

【So Wen Liang hesitated to speak up. Thinking to himself, As long as he’s still near the sect gate, there shouldn’t be any real danger.】

【He moved to flank Ye Yu from the other side.】

【Seeing this, Ye Yu was overjoyed.】

【He pretended to dodge one of Gao Fazhi’s attacks—and “accidentally” landed atop a fluffy auspicious cloud.】

【Due to a strong gust of wind, the cloud scattered—revealing an immortal who’d been hiding there the whole time.】

【The immortal stared blankly, utterly stunned.】