The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 136 - 134 Qi at the Top of the Food Chain (Part 1, Please Vote)

Chapter 136: Chapter 134 Qi at the Top of the Food Chain (Part 1, Please Vote)

The car finally stopped at the Yun Family’s entrance.

Yun Qi jumped out of the car. Even before she stepped inside, her voice already reached in.

"Grandpa, I’m back—"

Yun Kuang was the first to run out, "Qi is back."

The old lady walked out with a smile, and even Yun Zhao, who was always cool and indifferent, appeared at the door with a faint smile on his lips.

The Old Master, however, was in the living room on the phone, speaking warmly, clearly coaxing a child.

"Alright, Grandpa knows, is little Meng Ze wondering when little Yun Qi will come back?"

On the other end of the line, Meng Ze’s face flushed as he awkwardly said, "Um... taking leave right after transferring, the teacher and other kids won’t like her..."

Yun Qi, holding Yun Kuang’s hand, walked into the living room and leaned her cuddly self against the Old Master, "Grandpa, why didn’t you come to pick me up? Qi sat in the car for hours, and my legs have stars now."

Yun Qiuce translated on the side, "Her legs are just numb."

Everyone laughed.

Yun Qi noticed the Old Master on the phone and curiously leaned in, "Who is Grandpa talking to?"

The Old Master suppressed a laugh, turning his head, "Your kindergarten friend; you’ve been absent for a few days, and they miss you."

Meng Ze heard the Old Master’s words from the other side.

He immediately felt even more awkward. Yun Qi went "Huh?" in a curious tone and took the phone, her cute voice coming through the receiver.

"Who are you?"

She had only attended kindergarten for a few days and didn’t remember having any good friends.

Embarrassed to the core, Meng Ze shouted, "I don’t miss you at all, I’m just telling you, it’s better you don’t come to kindergarten."

Then he hung up.

Yun Qi was puzzled, did she upset Young Master Meng again?

No way, she had gone all the way to the countryside, surely she couldn’t have offended him from so far away.

"Children’s tempers are really strange," Yun Qi sighed.

Yun Qiuce patted her head, "What, isn’t our Qi a child too?"

Qi put on a serious face, "But I’m a member of the Xuan Sect, and the most important thing in the Xuan Sect is to maintain a calm and indifferent heart, ideally without emotions and desires."

Yun Kuang and Yun Qiuce exchanged a look, both wearing identical mischievous smiles, "Oh, by that logic, is your faraway big brother Qin Luo in the Capital City going to cry in the bathroom?"

Qi was taken aback, then placed her hands on her hips, "Qi doesn’t play with bad uncles." She glanced at Yun Kuang, "Nor with bad brothers."

"Hey, how did I become a bad brother again?"

"You should ask which is the good brother?"

The uncle and nephew exchanged another look and burst into naughty laughter together.

"Grandpa, Uncle and Brother are bullying me..."

Before she finished her sentence, the Old Master gave each of them a kick on the butt, almost making them jump.

Yun Qiuce covered his butt, "The old man is not nimble, but he sure can kick hard."

"Who told you to bully Qi, try it again, and I’ll smack your butts till they burst."

"Grandpa, do you think we’d dare bully her? It’s a joke, Qi may be the youngest, but she’s absolutely at the top of the food chain in our family," Yun Kuang said, glancing at Yun Qiuce, "The Little Uncle is at the bottom."

"You’re the one at the bottom, I’m at least your uncle. I can easily rough up my big nephew as much as I want."

With that, he pulled him into a headlock, and they started play-fighting.

The Old Master and the old lady laughed heartily.

A gentle breeze outside stirred the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound.

***

Night.

Meng Ze lay obediently in bed, pulling the little quilt up to his chest. Squinting his eyes, he thought about the conversation he had with Yun Qi earlier that evening, and a happy smile appeared on his lips.

He thought about tomorrow, looking forward to seeing the little Yun Qi again.

A few days ago, he was considering making amends with her at kindergarten since she was so cute. If he led the others to ostracize her and no one played with her, she’d definitely cry.

Then, early the next morning at kindergarten, the teacher said, "Little Yun Qi is on leave, we don’t know when she’ll return."

Meng Ze stared blankly at the empty little stool—

Is it because of me? Because I didn’t let others play with you, so you got mad?

Oh no, turns out I’m a bad guy.

After hesitating for several days, he finally worked up the courage to call Yun Qi’s home and unexpectedly caught her just as she returned, how embarrassing.

The awkward little boy turned over, thinking about meeting her tomorrow, and drifted into a blissful sleep.

***

At the same time, in the Yun Family’s living room, the Old Master, Yun Qiuce, Yun Kuang and Yun Zhao were all there, each with a deeply furrowed brow.

Elder Yun held the phone, Yun Qiucheng’s tired voice came through, "Sorry, Dad, for disturbing you so late."

"There’s no need for such formalities among family. Tell me, why did they confine you?"

Yun Qiucheng sighed, "At first, the Lord respected me greatly, and I led the design of the palace. But then the priest on the island got involved, and things got complicated. Just yesterday morning, the priest suddenly barged in with people, accusing me of using feng shui to harm the Lord. They stripped me of my rights and imprisoned me. But don’t worry, I’m still relatively safe for now. Although the Lord believes the priest, he hasn’t done anything to me yet."

The Old Master gave a heavy "Hmm."

The Lord, having supreme authority on Langqi Island, had to consider the international implications, given it’s an open island nation driven by tourism.

In dealing with a world-renowned architectural designer like Yun Qiucheng, he couldn’t afford to go too far.

But this didn’t guarantee Yun Qiucheng’s safety; the critical task was to clear up the misunderstanding.

Yun Qiuce sighed, "Had I known, I shouldn’t have taken this job from the start."

"Yes, despite Langqi Island’s developed tourism, it’s actually very conservative. The Lord is like the emperor there, and I genuinely fear he might do something rash to my dad," Yun Kuang said indignantly.

Yun Zhao remained silent but rubbed his brows with bent fingers, displaying deep worry on his beautiful and delicate face.

Yun Qiucheng continued, "Although I’ve temporarily lost my freedom, the Lord did say I could seek help from my family. If I can prove I didn’t intend to harm him, I can go home."

Everyone exchanged glances.

After a long silence, the Old Master spoke in a deep voice, "I’ll go there myself. No matter what, Qiucheng is representing the Yun Family. Since the Lord suspects ulterior motives, I’ll explain on his behalf, ensuring that no one underestimates our family’s standards or maligns the character of the Yun Family members."

Yun Qiuce, Yun Kuang, and Yun Zhao were taken aback. Then they lowered their heads slightly, feeling a bit guilty.

The Old Master wasn’t in good health and had retired long ago. If any of the three of them had even minor achievements in mysticism, they wouldn’t have to bother him.

"Grandpa, let me go instead."

A clear child’s voice fell like a bell’s chime.

Everyone turned toward the source, and there stood Little Dumpling in blue and white puffy-sleeved pajamas, with a gentle, sweet smile on her lips, as cute and charming as a doll.