After Ye Qian walked out of Xiao Ya's room.
Seeing that there was no one in the living room as Grandma Yan and Grandpa Xiao was in their room taking a short nap, he sat on the sofa and tried to cultivate.
About an hour later.
"SIGH"
With a release of a long sigh.
Ye Qian opened his mouth.
He was about to open his eyes when he felt a burning pain in his dantian.
"COUGH COUGH"
Ye Qian's cough was so loud that it would make anyone feel worried about him.
"Arghhhh"
Ye Qian coughed once again followed by a groan.
Subconsciously Ye Qian brought his hand near his mouth.
The next mont, Ye Qian felt a sweet liquid in his mouth as he coughed constantly while blood started to spit on his hands.
"SIGH"
Ye Qian sighed while looking at the blood which was flowing down his hands.
There was nothing he could do right now.
"I have been trying to cultivate this the usual way I used to, but this only makes it like this."
"How will I be able to help ngng and others to cultivate if I myself am not able to?"
Ye Qian mumbled with a dejected look.
He had been trying to cultivate with his usually easy for a day or two now, but every ti he did so there was an unusual reaction.
He didn't understand why was this happening.
"It's already about ti for Butterfly's school to release, I think I should go."
Ye Qian glanced at the wall clock and noticed that the middle hand had already been ahead of 1:50.
Ye Qian sighed while he walked to the basin to wash himself up.
Right now he would need to change his clothes and hide them properly or he was worried that Yuan ng of his mom would be worried to death if they were to see any of his clothes that were stained with this amount of blood.
It would not be much of a shock if the two ladies were to hold knives in their hands and ask Ye Qian about how there was blood on his clothes.
Thinking of this, Ye Qian smiled wryly and hide the clothes right under the bed.
Though it seed that it was a dumb idea, it had to be known that this was more effective, and that was only unless there was soone who was deliberately trying to search the stuff in Ye Qian's room.
After 5 minutes Ye Qian was ready as he had changed into a new T-shirt that Yuan ng had picked for him.
It was a light pink cultured polo shirt.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Ye Qian nodded.
"ngng's choice of clothes is just like Mom's."
It had to be known that Ye Qian's clothes were always chosen by the two ladies.
Before, it was Grandma Yan who would go out shopping with Ye Qian and later on it was Yuan ng.
There were several tis when Ye Qian went the shopping alone and picked out so clothes in which he looked absolutely terrible.
It could be said that he had no taste or knowledge of any style in fashion or simply saying, he didn't have a fashion sense.
Ye Qian would pick clothes that would barely match and his style looked too off to be worn.
It would not be a lie to say that whether it was Grandma Yan or Yuan ng, they would never allow Ye Qian to go on shopping alone given his choice of clothes for himself.
As for the trousers, it was black jeans.
It was simple but there were a few torn marks.
Ye Qian wondered why people used to make such weird fashions on Earth.
Even back before he died, he would always feel that it was an odd way of ssing with the clothes and then wearing them in the na of fashion.
Ye Qian rembered that in the Cultivation World which could be said to be like the old tis of the Earth, having such worn down clothes would be considered as that of a lowly or needy people.
There were rarely any people who would wear worn-down clothes, even if there were mortals in the Cultivation World, even then there was rarely anyone who would be considered poor.
All of the people be it mortals or immortals of them had a simple life.
Thinking of the Lesser and Greater Heavens, Ye Qian sighed.
"I need to find a way to cultivate or it will be hard to take care of them when we ascend in the future."
Right now, Ye Qian felt that maybe his decision of not telling the truth to his disciples was not appropriate and though given that the ti difference in the realms was very much, Ye Qian felt that with given ti, he would be able to make everyone whom he felt close to and bring them to the higher realms.
But only he knew that they were not as simple as this, if he wanted to ensure the safety of this family and loved ones, then even if he was an Immortal who was practically indestructible, there was no way that he would be able to keep everyone safe unless his Cultivation were to improve.
And given the current state which he was facing, Ye Qian was worried that it would definitely take a long while to recover and understand what he was doing wrong while cultivating and learning the essence of his God Asura Scripture.
By now, Ye Qian had understood that the way he thought of how he should practice the God Asura Scripture was definitely not correct.
It was only a blessing that he had not faced any cultivation deviation all this long while cultivating the wrong thod.
Ye Qian pursed his lips and started to wear his T-shirt.
After walking out of the room he noticed that there was still now one.
He walked to his parent's room to tell them that he was going to Little Qiqi's school to pick her up.
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