Epilogue – The Flower Demon (1) Isn't Easy to Calculate

Haibo said with a fawning smile: "Master, as long as you personally issue a ban, no entertainment company or artist would dare to cooperate with them. I believe that in two days at most, that woman wi...Ye Bufan's hosting of the Four Realms Connection is not random, but has fixed channels and order.

For example, it's impossible to go directly from Earth to the Immortal Realm and the Chaotic Saint Realm. You must travel through a passageway to enter Kunlun Continent, then to the Immortal Realm, and finally to the Chaotic Saint Realm. The return journey is the same.

Moreover, every channel is guarded by powerful figures from the interface. For example, Zhang He and Li Dao Ran are in charge of guarding here at the Kunlun Continent, taking turns to watch over it.

To travel from the Kunlun Continent to Earth, one must not only pay a hefty toll but also undergo their approval process. Additionally, one's cultivation base must be mostly sealed to prevent interface collapse.

Today, Zhang He happens to be on duty. Now he is considered in high spirits, his strength has reached the early stage of tribulation transcendence, and his wife, Xi Men Jia Yin, is eight months pregnant.

To put it in earthly terms, he has achieved both career and family success, reaching the pinnacle of his field. His wife is beautiful, and now they are expecting their own child.

Zhang He sat triumphantly on the rocking chair at the entrance, knowing deep down who he should be grateful to. If it weren't for the master's appearance, he would still be a eunuch and wouldn't have been able to pass on the Zhang family lineage.

It's no exaggeration to say that he owes everything he has today to Ye Bufan.

As he was thinking this, two figures suddenly walked out of the passageway and appeared before him.

Zhang He instantly jumped up as if struck by lightning, falling to his knees with a thud: "Old slave, I have met my master!"

Although Ye Bufan had already dissolved the master-servant contract with him, there was no change in his heart, even more respectful than before.

"Get up, you seem to be doing well."

Ye Bufan smiled slightly and raised his hand to help Zhang He up.

Behind him followed Phoenix Dance, who had once been the supreme elder of Xuan Tianmen. Now, however, her belly was noticeably high, clearly showing that she was pregnant.

Zhang He bowed again and then stood up, "I wonder what the master wishes"

He knew Ye Bufan was busy and wouldn't easily come here.

The last time we met was twenty years ago. I gave him this lucrative job and also taught him my unique sealing technique.

"Nothing is wrong, Xiaowu is pregnant and will be giving birth soon. I brought her back to relax."

Ye Bufan was telling the truth. Today, all his rights belonged to Feng Zhiwu, but he was nearing childbirth soon, so double cultivation was not suitable.

Feng Zhi, after all, grew up on the Kunlun Continent. Having nothing to do, he wanted to come back and relax.

He happened to have something to take care of as well, so the two ended up here.

Zhang He lowered his head, his mouth twitching.

She is one of the Three Great Masters, the Supreme Elder of Xuantian Sect. She was once known as the Goddess of Slaughter who roamed the Kunlun Continent, making everyone else give way. Only the master himself dares to call her Xiaowu.

Congratulations on the birth of your child!

Zhang He happily exclaimed, "Thanks to the master's blessings, this old slave will also be a father!"

"Is that so That's wonderful."

Ye Bufan reached out and patted him on the shoulder, feeling happy for his servant in his heart.

Zhang He said: "This old slave is nothing. The master should already have both children and grandchildren, I wonder which one this is"

It was just a casual remark, but when there was no response, his heart pounded. Had he said something wrong Had he upset the master

He looked up, just about to apologize, but found that Ye Bufan didn't seem angry at all. He was just constantly fidgeting with his fingers, as if he were calculating something.

"This..."

Zhang He was completely baffled, clueless about what was happening.

And at that moment, Ye Bufan spoke: “This should be my seventy-third child.”

"Uh!"

Zhang He was so startled that he gaped in shock, almost choking on his own saliva.

Seventy-three That's too many, no wonder it took so long to calculate. The master is the master, simply leaving me in the dust.

Actually, this isn't Ye Bufan's fault. He has simply too many children, and their numbers constantly change. They occasionally give birth to another one, and sometimes even twins appear.

It does require careful calculation to arrive at the latest and most accurate figures.

"You keep watch here, we're leaving."

Ye Bufan stopped talking to him and, taking Feng Zhiwu's hand, the two of them vanished on the spot.

Niu Jiao City, within the vast Tianwu Prefecture, was a small, unremarkable city. However, over time, with the layout of Ju Bao Pavilion, many areas have begun to resemble modern Earth cities.

For example, entertainment items such as televisions and laptops have entered some affluent households.

Of course, the traditional industries that originally belonged to this continent will not be lost either. Industries like alchemy and weapon forging are also very prosperous.

In the city, there was a workshop specializing in forging weapons and armor. Though not particularly large in scale, it enjoyed considerable renown because of the rare genius blacksmith working there.

He was young, but his skill in alchemy was exceptionally high, surpassing all others in the surrounding area. His strength was also formidable. At only a few decades old, he had already reached the peak of the Refining Void Realm.

As the sun sets, the entire city begins to move away from the noise and slowly settles into a peaceful and tranquil state.

The blacksmith's workshop was closed, and Zhao the Blacksmith sat in his room, his usually stern face etched with sadness as two hot tears streamed down his cheeks.

Beside him, a tablet played a song on a loop, its melody filled with endless sorrow, sadness, and regret.

I was the tear on the rim of that year.

You can still smell the scent of rouge in the wind.

If I were to inscribe my promise on that riverbank,

The river runs cold under a full moon, its vast expanse filling the city.

I waited for you a long time under the tree of time.

..."Chen Fan'er entangled me, slandered me, laughed at me, turned my hair white..."

Since the first time he heard it, Zhao the blacksmith became hopelessly enamored with the song 《花妖》, listening to it every day and shedding tears after each listen.

"Son, someone has come to propose marriage again. This time it's a good family's well-bred young lady."

The photos of Miss Zhang from the Lord Mayor's family, Miss Ma from the wealthy Ma household, and the core disciples of the Eight Star Sect are all here. Each one is beautiful as a flower and as bright as the moon. Which one do you choose

The woman was Zhao Tiejiang's mother, Niu Cuifang. She had been worrying about her son's marriage for a long time.

Although his family was poor, Zhao the blacksmith, as a top-tier master craftsman, was naturally courted by various powerful factions. Matchmakers came knocking at his door countless times, but Zhao the blacksmith rejected them all without exception.

And today both the City Lord's Mansion and the Eight Star Sect sent people to propose marriage, which made her incredibly excited, feeling that her son would definitely agree this time.

To her surprise, Zhao the blacksmith didn't even glance at the photo in her hand before waving her off.

"All of you go back, I disagree."

"No... I disagree!"

Niu Cuiflower's face was full of astonishment, "Son, have you thought this through This involves the City Lord's Mansion and the Eight-Star Sect, including even Ma Dahuo's family who are incredibly wealthy."

What a great opportunity, you have to choose one...

Before she could finish her sentence, Zhao the blacksmith interrupted her without hesitation.

"I disagree!"

Liu Cuifang looked anxious: "Son, if you don't agree to this, then what kind of [person] are you looking for"

Zhao the Blacksmith stared blankly: "I don't know!"

And just then, a clear voice came from the door: “I know!”

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