LOT – Chapter 227 The Grand Preceptor’s Junior Brother, Celestial Master Yang’s Romantic Adventures

These two little old men were probably fighting so awkwardly because they were both getting on in age—their movements were jerky and stiff, looking downright strange.

By the time Lin Mo happily ran over, the two were already brawling fiercely. Maybe they were too angry, because they were not only hitting each other—they were even spitting at each other mid‑fight.

Lin Mo, disgusted, hid behind a haystack. She wasn’t far, just enough to see everything clearly.  [Ew~ They’re so gross, even spitting at each other.]

Both little old men: “…”

Why was this brat here?! They had come all the way to the outskirts precisely to avoid her finding out and coming to watch. Yet she still showed up.

Bai Xiao cheerfully explained: [These two little old men are senior‑and‑junior martial brothers. The Grand Preceptor’s junior brother is named Yang Kai. He’s been unruly since childhood. Because he could read the stars, the former emperor once wanted him to serve in court, but he refused and wandered outside for decades. Out there, everyone respectfully calls him Celestial Master Yang.]

[He’s only recently returned. The Grand Preceptor and this junior brother haven’t seen each other for nearly twenty years, and now look at them—meeting again just to start fighting.]

Lin Mo took a good look at this Celestial Master Yang. Well, he sure was wrinkled.

After realizing Lin Mo was watching, the two little old men didn’t restrain themselves at all—if anything, they fought even harder.

“I spit! Senior brother, you want to stay in the capital? Fine, stay. But why do you have to force me to stay too?!”

Celestial Master Yang whipped his staff and smacked the Grand Preceptor right on the butt, making him jump.

With a smack, the Grand Preceptor slapped him back. “You dare hit me?! I’m doing this for your own good! Look at how old you are and still wandering outside. One day you’ll die out there with no one to collect your body!”

“I’m not even asking you to work as an official! With your personality, if you joined the court, I’d worry you’d be a menace. Just stay in the capital and retire in peace! You’re this old and still single. Wandering all these years—couldn’t you at least have found yourself a wife?”

Bai Xiao: [Heh, this little old man doesn’t have a wife, but he does have plenty of romantic companions. He’s a real playboy. Everywhere he went, he found himself a beautiful lady friend. Not a hundred of them, but at least dozens.]

Lin Mo’s eyes went round. This little old man was that impressive?!

Truly, there was more than met the eye—she thought he was like the Grand Preceptor!

The Grand Preceptor looked as if he’d been struck by lightning. He stared at his junior brother, whose face was wrinkled older than him, unable to believe this was the same man who had been such a flirt outside. One romantic partner was already bad enough—why did he need one in every city?!

Celestial Master Yang grinned, revealing his missing front tooth.

He knew his senior brother underestimated him. He had lived quite comfortably all these years. When he was young, he had a handsome face. And he never demanded anything from the women—everything was mutually beneficial.

As he got older, he learned various skills. He got along well with women his own age—these little old ladies liked him, and he could even treat their illnesses. He had many ways to please them. Life had been pretty good.

Lin Mo sighed: [No wonder he didn’t want to become an official in the capital—how could that compare to this lifestyle? But I’m curious… didn’t his lifestyle ever cause trouble? With so many women, didn’t they fight over him?]

By now, Hua Peacock and Silly Beauty were completely absorbed in the story. They had fooled around a lot in their lives, but this was their first time hearing something like this.

They knew capital’s nobles often had romantic companions, but this “one per city” habit was unheard of.

Bai Xiao chuckled, voice laced with mockery: [Of course there was trouble. That missing front tooth? One of his romantic companions punched it out. He never juggled women at the same time, but he often switched without any gap. A couple of years ago, he broke up with one old lady and immediately got together with another. The previous one hated it and beat him up that very night.]

Lin Mo almost clapped. [I thought old men and old ladies were conservative—but clearly that was just me.]

[They look conservative on the outside but are very open in reality… maybe too open.]

Bai Xiao: [Exactly. And don’t think he’s alone now—he actually has several sons out there. He just doesn’t know.]

Celestial Master Yang: “??! I have sons?!”

Grand Preceptor: “&@#%!”

He always knew his junior brother was outrageous—but this outrageous?!

Lin Mo was even more curious now: [If he has sons, why didn’t any woman come seeking him out?]

Bai Xiao looked at her strangely: [Why would they? They’re not short of money or men. Why would they look for an old man?]

[Yes, the children were conceived while they were together, but they broke up long ago. Those little old ladies are living great lives—why would they bother looking for him? When they were younger, they got to play around with him and got a free child. What a great deal.]

Lin Mo: “…” Impressive. Truly impressive.

She kept encountering things that shattered her worldview—but she had to admire those little old ladies. Their lives were too good.

Celestial Master Yang coughed awkwardly. So he was just… used for his seed? Those romantic companions hadn’t thought of him at all after parting? Truly worthy of being his romantic companions—able to pick up and put down without hesitation! Admirable!

Seeing that his infuriating junior brother even looked proud, the Grand Preceptor couldn’t resist punching him again.

With a scream, Celestial Master Yang spat out yet another front tooth. “Senior brother! That was my last front tooth! How could you do this?! I’m telling Master on you!”

He had genuinely devoted himself to those women. Some even succeeded in business with his help—he had a clear conscience! Why was he being beaten?!

Seeing the now two empty tooth gaps in his junior brother’s mouth, the Grand Preceptor looked up at the sky, innocent.

He didn’t mean to do it—he just lost control. With sons wandering outside and no one coming to claim him, and still looking smug—who else was he supposed to hit?

Go complain to their master? Their master was already over eighty. If he learned about Yang’s behavior, he’d beat him out with a broom himself.