Extreme Flame was shocked: This dignified celestial fire spirit, is it really going to be used to smoke cured meats?!

But given its owner's notorious and unscrupulous character, it believed that if it didn't shut up, he would definitely do it!

Forced by his master's tyranny, Ji Yan suppressed his inner excitement and quietly stayed in a corner, drawing circles.

Shang Xiye was finally able to quietly communicate with that mysterious source.

A flood of memories, both strange and familiar, rushed in, causing his soul to ache.

In his memory, when he was Mo Linxian in his previous life, he was a genius in his youth. In less than a hundred years, he had already reached the Scattered Immortal Realm, only one step away from the Ascension Realm.

At that time, his behavior was just like his cultivation level; he was a well-known idle immortal on the Danling Continent.

He wandered and explored like a wild crane, visiting many secret places and gaining many opportunities.

At that time, many elders from prominent families and sects said to his father:

Your Mo Linxian does possess some of the spirit of the Yun family's geniuses; both are exceptionally talented and detached from worldly affairs.

It is hoped that they will ascend to the upper realm within a hundred years and transcend tribulation to become immortals.

He thought so too at the time, until one day he received an urgent summons from his father to return to the secret chamber of the Dan Sect.

He saw his father covered in blood, with a mask stuck to his face that could never be removed, and holding a pink swaddled baby in his arms.

To wait for his return, his father used the best life-saving medicine to keep him alive until his last breath, enduring excruciating pain.

Kneel down!

My father's extremely faint yet extremely stern shout still rings in my ears.

Mo Linxian never imagined that his powerful and strong father would have a moment of death.

Back then, he was still a teenager, and he was filled with confusion and fear.

He obediently knelt down, watching his father struggle in his death throes as he placed the pink, swaddled baby into his arms.

"This is the newborn legitimate daughter of the Yun family, unknown to the world. It is your Uncle Yun's entrustment of my life." His father took a deep breath and, with his last strength, said with all his might, "I am about to die. I do not trust anyone else. I can only entrust little Yun Yao to you."

Linxian, your father wants you to swear an oath to heaven:

You will be a teacher for the rest of your life, protecting her as she grows up and nurturing her to become a talent.

And for all eternity, he must never lay a hand on her, nor use her as a bargaining chip for any gain. If he breaks this oath, may he be struck down by heaven and earth!

At the time, he felt that his father's words were a bit too serious and outrageous.

The baby in the swaddling clothes was exceptionally beautiful, but she was so small that she barely opened her eyes.

How could he have such beastly thoughts about her?

To fulfill his father's last wish and let him pass away in peace, he obediently swore an oath.

From then on, he became the new sect leader of the Dan Sect;

From then on, he became the teacher of the infant in swaddling clothes.

It took him two whole years to grow from a novice nanny who couldn't even change diapers and was constantly overwhelmed by the baby to a doting father who would sew little clothes by hand and dress up the growing little girl beautifully.

Those two years.

He channeled all his grief over losing his father into love, pouring all his heart and soul into the little girl his father had brought back.

The two-year-old girl was innocent and unaware; she did everything herself without the help of others.

He was the only one in her world, so all her dependence and love were given back to him.

From that moment on, the little girl gradually took root in his heart.

Reading these memories.

Shang Xiye's lips couldn't help but slowly curl up: So it turns out that my little wife was raised by me.