Douluo Continent: Dark Demon God Biao, inheriting the position of an evil god

Chapter 43 Mother and daughter quarrel
Ye Guyi's pretty face instantly turned bright red. She hurriedly withdrew her martial spirit and bowed deeply in apology: "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I... I thought my mother..."

Dai Yuntian shook his head. Although it wasn't anything serious, it still made him feel inexplicably annoyed.

Ye Guyi felt a little bad when she saw the faint red marks on Dai Yuntian's arm where she had kicked him.

"wait for me a while."

She put down her small backpack and jogged back to her room.

Yelena sighed helplessly as she looked at her daughter, then turned to Dai Yuntian with an apologetic smile: "Yuntian, don't mind her, Xiaoyi is just a little... um... overly cautious."

Dai Yuntian rubbed his still slightly numb arm, looking at that slender yet awkward figure from behind, and thought to himself.

This girl has good explosive power in her martial spirit, but... she's a bit reckless.

However, her unwavering protectiveness of her mother makes her hard to dislike.

Before long, Ye Guyi ran back, carrying a yellow ointment in her hand.

"Little student, could you please raise your hand?"

Realizing what the other person meant, Dai Yuntian instinctively wanted to say that it was nothing.

"Don't move." Ye Guyi reached out and gently grabbed his wrist, using her fingertips to dab a little bit of the crystalline yellow ointment and carefully applying it to the red marks.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, yet her movements were exceptionally gentle and focused.

"Okay!"

After applying the ointment evenly, Ye Guyi raised her head, her eyebrows curving like crescent moons, and asked with a hint of anticipation, "How do you feel now? Does it still hurt?"

The ointment's cooling sensation quickly penetrated the skin, and the burning pain immediately lessened considerably. Dai Yuntian nodded, "Much better, thank you."

"No, no, it was my fault to begin with!"

Ye Guyi waved her hands repeatedly, her pretty face still slightly flushed: "By the way, I heard from my mother that you are a student in her class? How old are you this year?"

She was truly surprised to see Dai Yuntian's obviously still-childish face.

Judging from the feeling I got from our exchange, my opponent is definitely qualified to enter the Sun and Moon Royal Academy.

After all, there are few Great Soul Masters who can withstand her angry attack without showing any signs of defeat, let alone one whose Martial Soul hasn't even been activated yet.

The only thing that puzzled her was his overly youthful appearance. Could it be related to some kind of special martial soul?
After all, some special martial souls can indeed freeze a person's appearance in their childhood.

Dai Yuntian said frankly, "I started school early at the age of six."

Six years old?!

Ye Guyi's beautiful eyes widened instantly, and she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, her face full of disbelief.

Just then, Yelena's voice came from the restaurant: "Xiaoyi, Yuntian, stop chatting and come eat!"

"I'm here," Ye Guyi replied hastily, temporarily suppressing her shock.

Dinner was a sumptuous meal, consisting of six dishes and a soup, all of which were visually appealing, delicious, and fragrant.

Ye Guyi ate quickly, chewing in small bites, her cheeks puffing out, which complemented her beautiful blonde hair.

For some reason, it reminded Dai Yuntian of a scene from his past life where a certain "cowlick king" was diligently eating, which had a strangely cute feel to it.

This perfectly illustrates what it feels like to watch someone else eat and find it more delicious than eating yourself.

When Ye Guyi realized Dai Yuntian's gaze, she rolled her eyes at him, puzzled, and said, "Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and eat, or there won't be any left."

Dai Yuntian doesn't usually eat much, but today, influenced by her, his appetite has increased dramatically, and he unknowingly ate two more bowls of rice than usual.

Yelena beamed with joy as she looked at the empty plates on the table. No cook dislikes seeing their carefully prepared food enjoyed to the fullest. After the meal, Yelena went to the kitchen to clear the dishes.

Dai Yuntian and Ye Guyi sat on the living room sofa, the atmosphere much more relaxed than when they first met, chatting casually.

Suddenly, Ye Guyi put down her water glass, looked at Dai Yuntian, and asked with a hint of curiosity:
"Young friend, what exactly is your martial soul? My martial soul is the Holy Angel, which you just witnessed. I have no idea what yours is."

Dai Yuntian did not respond.

Given the girl's Holy Angel martial soul and her fiercely righteous personality, if she were to say that her martial soul is the Dark Demon Evil God Biao...

She figured she'd turn on her without saying a word.

Seeing Dai Yuntian remain silent, Ye Guyi was not discouraged. Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly pointed to the moonlit courtyard outside the window, a confident smile playing on her lips:

"Since you won't tell me... how about we go to the courtyard and have another spar? That last exchange didn't really determine a winner!"

Obviously, this is especially true for teenage girls who are in the prime of their youth and full of pride.

The hasty exchange earlier did not make her feel relieved; instead, it fueled her competitive spirit even more.

She believed that as long as they really got into a fight, they would definitely be able to force Dai Yuntian to unleash his martial spirit.

Dai Yuntian glanced at the deepening night outside the window, shook his head, and stood up to say goodbye: "Next time, it's getting late, I should go back."

After saying that, he walked towards the door, raising his voice towards the kitchen as he said, "Teacher Ye, thank you for dinner. I'll be leaving now."

Upon hearing this, Yelena, who was in the kitchen, quickly came out carrying a plate of freshly sliced, juicy honeydew melon: "Hey? Yuntian, sit a while longer, have some fruit before you go..."

Before he could finish speaking, he discovered that Dai Yuntian was no longer in the living room, only the front door had been gently closed.

"Why is this child walking in such a hurry?"

Ye Guyi grinned and came over to take the fruit plate: "Hehe...Mom, it's okay, I'm here for you! I'll take care of it!"

Yelena tapped her lightly with her finger, annoyed. "All you ever do is eat! You don't even know how to help your mother save the guests for her."

"Oh dear, Mom, how can you blame me for this!"

Ye Guyi pouted, somewhat aggrieved, and protested, "He won't even tell me about his own martial soul. It's obvious he doesn't want to be friends with me!"

She angrily forked a piece of melon and stuffed it into her mouth, saying indistinctly, "By the way, Mom, aren't you his teacher? You should know what his martial spirit is, right?"

Yelena was taken aback by the question and quickly shook her head: "He was just assigned to our class today. He came straight to my house after completing the formalities. I haven't had a chance to ask him any questions yet."

"Oh……"

Ye Guyi responded with some disappointment, then waved her hand and said casually, "Never mind, never mind, as long as he's not some kind of evil martial spirit, it's fine."

Upon hearing this, Yelena's expression gradually turned serious.

She put down what she was holding, her tone grave:
"Xiaoyi, I've told you this many times. Everyone has their own destiny, it's all ordained by heaven. Not all evil spirit masters possess evil martial souls, and those who possess evil martial souls are not necessarily evil spirit masters."

"One should never judge a person's good or evil solely based on their martial soul attributes."

Upon hearing this, Ye Guyi's smile instantly froze, and her eyes turned cold: "Mom, you're at it again! Have you forgotten how Dad died? He was killed by those damned evil spirit masters..."

"Xiaoyi, your dad... things aren't what you think..."

"Okay, okay, I know, please stop talking..."

Seeing her daughter's obviously perfunctory attitude, Yelena's lips moved, but in the end, she only let out a silent sigh.

She knew that her husband's tragic death was an unhealable scar in her daughter's heart, and it also made her develop an almost obsessive hatred for the word "evil".

(End of this chapter)