CH 83.2

What’s the training of psychic power like?

With a raised hand, His Majesty the King, wearing a black mask, uprooted the trees and the entire garden, instantly creating a floating island.

Little Soybean followed suit, controlling her psychic power, clumsily lifting a small potted plant. Her big light blue eyes were filled with anticipation as she smiled at His Majesty the King.

A hint of amusement flickered through the deep sea-blue eyes of His Majesty the King as he gently stroked Little Soybean’s head. In a low and resonant voice, he said, “Well done, keep up the good work.”

Rarely did His Majesty the King soften his cold and intimidating aura. He praised the little cub, and Little Soybean happily blinked her eyes, gazing at the masked man with admiration and adoration.

The scene of the king and the little one appeared harmonious, especially when their deep and shallow sea-blue eyes met, resembling a young father teaching his very young daughter.

Pei Zhaozhou’s eyes flickered with unexplainable emotions as he watched this scene.

He had been accompanying Little Soybean in the palace, acquiring a lot of information related to psychic power from His Majesty the King. By the time Little Soybean completed his psychic power training, Pei Zhaozhou had gained a fairly good understanding of many things.

The biggest example stood before him.

The mighty and majestic King, although cold and odd, was a qualified and benevolent ruler. Pei Zhaozhou didn’t have to worry about him using Little Soybean for any malicious purposes.

It must be said that Pei Zhaozhou breathed a sigh of relief. At least, His Majesty the King possessed similar special abilities. His existence should be a good thing for individuals like Little Soybean.

“Little Soybean, we won’t disturb His Majesty the King tonight. Let’s go to Uncle Yi’s place and come back to visit His Majesty tomorrow, alright?” Pei Zhaozhou said gently to Little Soybean, his expression warm. Then, he turned to Si Huaixi and his expression visibly cooled as he said, “Your Majesty, thank you for taking care of Little Soybean, but I believe it’s best not to bother you anymore. I’ve found a place to stay outside the palace.”

Si Huaixi furrowed his brows abruptly. Who was this Uncle Yi? Was he the average man who had accompanied him to the palace that day and seemed timid in his presence?

Si Huaixi felt inexplicably annoyed, and a tinge of anger rose in his eyes. “I don’t allow it.”

Holding Little Soybean, Pei Zhaozhou confronted Si Huaixi, his golden eyes glistening. He felt that His Majesty the King’s refusal was obscure and explained, “Your Majesty, I will bring Little Soybean here tomorrow morning. I am grateful for your guidance to Little Soybean, but we shouldn’t overstay our welcome in the palace, relying on your hospitality for food, drink, and accommodation.”

Si Huaixi remained firm in his refusal, his intense sea-blue eyes fixed on Pei Zhaozhou. He coldly stated, “No. Little Soybean’s situation is unique. She awakened her psychic power at a very young age. As a precaution, she should stay here. There is one more thing I want to inform you: I plan to take Little Soybean as my student, and she will learn to control her psychic power under my guidance. She has the potential to surpass me.”

Pei Zhaozhou’s expression changed, and he hesitated due to his concerns for Little Soybean. Eventually, he had no choice but to let go of her and apologetically stroked her head, saying, “Then, Daddy might have to visit Uncle Yi’s place for a while. Little Soybean, you don’t have to wait up for Daddy tonight.”

Although Little Soybean felt a bit disappointed about her father leaving, she understood that he had important matters to attend to. She obediently nodded and asked, “Will Daddy come back tonight?”

Pei Zhaozhou pursed his lips, feeling conflicted, and replied, “I might be a bit late, but Daddy will try to return before you go to sleep. If it’s past nine o’clock and Daddy hasn’t come back, just go to bed early.”

Si Huaixi stood nearby, observing coldly. When Pei Zhaozhou attempted to pass him and leave, an icy aura radiated from beneath his mask. He silently took Little Soybean away.

Little Soybean looked at His Majesty the King beneath the mask, who seemed a bit angry, and blinked her eyes in confusion.

Because His Majesty the King’s psychic power was much stronger than hers, blocking her telepathy, she had no idea what he was thinking. However, Little Soybean instinctively felt that His Majesty the King was a good person and would not harm her.

Even though Daddy had left, when Little Soybean held His Majesty the King’s hand, she still felt at ease following him.

After Pei Zhaozhou left, he arrived at the hotel where Yi Chengze lived based on the address given by him.

After entering, there were still audible grumblings from Yi Chengze, as he swung his chemistry reagents and said, “To hell with shipping and herb taxes! Why have the materials on the main star become so expensive? Even the hotels are ridiculously expensive!”

Upon hearing this, Pei Zhaozhou said, “Dr. Yi, if you’re in urgent need, I can transfer some interstellar credits to you.”

“Sure, I’ve found quite a few rare materials on the main star, and their quality is decent. But the prices make my heart wince, and Little Soybean is no longer around,” Yi Chengze replied.

Seeing Pei Zhaozhou offering a transfer as soon as he walked in, Yi Chengze readily agreed without hesitation. It’s worth mentioning that Yi Chengze showed no conscience even when it came to making Little Soybean work, let alone her father, who is an adult and he has even used all winning money from Little Soybean’s contributions, as well as some undisclosed patents for drugs he developed.

After accepting the transfer, Yi Chengze saw a string of zeros behind the digits and asked in shock, “Wait, General Pei, aren’t you still in the process of recovering your identity? Where did the money come from?”

Pei Zhaozhou explained, “I earned some rewards through the interstellar network, and I happen to have a few blank accounts with the interstellar bank from before. I just hadn’t withdrawn any money yet.”

Yi Chengze nodded with some understanding, and casually asked, “Since you’re not dead and we’ve made it to the main star, and even found Little Soybean, why don’t you cancel your death registration and restore your original identity? It should be better than the current situation, right?”

However, Pei Zhaozhou asked Yi Chengze for medicine instead. A tinge of concern flickered in his golden-platinum eyes as he continued, “I will eventually, but my memory hasn’t fully recovered yet…”

Yi Chengze handed him a small box filled with black-red capsules and a couple of white pills, saying, “I won’t give you too many transformation pills for now. Your body hasn’t stabilized yet, so take these pills first. Some of the materials in the transformation pills aren’t suitable for your current condition… By the way, are you afraid of meeting people you used to know? Otherwise, with the substantial wealth you accumulated, why would you still delay claiming it? That significant fortune would be enough to secure Little Soybean’s future for a lifetime.”

Pei Zhaozhou’s expression grew heavy as he furrowed his brow and said, “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to let Little Soybean inherit my former wealth. I want to find her biological father first…”

Yi Chengze pierced through the fundamental concern of Pei Zhaozhou and said, “Are you worried that your body won’t hold up, so you’re reluctant to let Little Soybean inherit your wealth? Afraid that your past enemies might trouble her…? You can rest assured, you’ve already overcome the most dangerous moments. As long as you don’t engage in strenuous activities like piloting mechs, you can set that aside. Plus, isn’t the King still here? What are you worried about?”

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