Chapter 3 The Son of Destiny, the Fifth Senior Brother, will never admit defeat!

[Huh? What’s wrong with the Fifth Senior Brother? Why is he so angry all of a sudden?]

Hearing Sheng Sheng’s inner voice, Guan Yuanbai forced himself to suppress the expression on his face and gave her a twisted smile with great difficulty.

[Ugh, the Fifth Senior Brother’s smile is so ugly.]

Guan Yuanbai: “…”

Do you know how difficult it is for me to force a smile now?

I’m about to explode.

Guan Yuanbai let out a breath. No, he had to calm down.

His cultivation was not as high as Jiang Qingjiu’s, and only now did he realize the subtle restraint—

he must not tell anyone what the little junior sister was thinking.

Now he should be the only one who can hear it.

Thinking of this, Guan Yuanbai felt a strong sense of responsibility in his heart.

He looked at the little junior sister lying on the bed with a firm face.

He who can hear the little junior sister's inner voice is probably the real son of destiny!

He will protect Yunmiao Sect and the little junior sister. He

must not let bad guys get in touch with his poor little junior sister.

All invaders will be dealt with!

Guan Yuanbai thought grimly.

"What are you thinking about, little bastard? You are so dramatic!"

Just as Guan Yuanbai's emotions were surging violently, a big hand fell on the back of his head.

"Plop!"

Guan Yuanbai was slapped to the ground by the person who came.

"Who?"

Who dares to slap the son of destiny on the head?

Guan Yuanbai turned his head angrily and saw a familiar face.

"Why is Uncle Master here?"

The son of destiny was instantly scared.

The newcomer was wearing a grey Taoist robe, with messy hair, but his beard was still flowing, making his face look a bit like an immortal.

The uncle said unhappily: "Of course you came to see Shengsheng, otherwise you came to see you go crazy!"

"Shengsheng's hands have been pinched red by you!"

Guan Yuanbai only then noticed that Shengsheng's little hand was pinched red by him.

"I'm stupid again, sorry, little sister!"

Guan Yuanbai immediately threw away his second-year soul.

He was like a dog that had done something wrong, with his ears and tail drooping down, looking depressed.

The eldest senior brother who followed the uncle sat down by the bed and took the pulse of the little sister.

He was wearing a wide white robe with a high collar that covered his neck. He was like an immortal, with a noble temperament and a very beautiful smile.

His slender jade-like fingers brushed over Shengsheng's red little hand, and the red mark disappeared.

[Big Senior Brother, Big Senior Brother, I miss you so much!]

Looking at the little junior sister who threw herself into his arms with excitement, Wen Rugu smiled and said, "Shengsheng, do you feel better now?"

[Yeah, much better!]

Shengsheng nodded excitedly. Even though the big senior brother couldn't hear her, she wanted to respond to him in her heart.

"That's good. Shengsheng, take another pill that the uncle has just made. When the effect of the pill takes effect, you will be able to speak."

The uncle beside him touched Shengsheng's head and smiled lovingly.

[It's great that the uncle is still here.]

Shengsheng's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to regain the ability to speak.

The pill that melted in the mouth also had a faint sweet taste, which was completely different from the low-level bitter pills he ate later.

This is because the master uncle knew that she was afraid of suffering, so he added a medicine to adjust the taste when refining the elixir, and used it as candy to coax her to eat.

After taking the elixir, the wound on her neck didn't hurt so much.

But after the effect of the medicine began to take effect, she also felt sleepy.

Shengsheng's current body is only five years old. In addition, she was injured not long ago and just reborn. In a short period of time, she has experienced great sorrow and joy, and she is already tired.

But everything that is happening now is too beautiful, causing her to not want to fall asleep, fearing that this will become a dream.

After waking up, she is still Guan Shengsheng, whose memory was forcibly read by someone using soul-searching skills and whose brain is damaged.

[It’s great to be reborn, but I’m so afraid that this is a dream. 】

【Grandmaster was not framed and betrayed for finding the master's body, and finally died tragically in the Endless Sea, with no body and soul left. 】

【Master uncle was not tortured and killed for protecting the sect and us, and his bones were crushed and ashes were scattered...】

"!"

Wen Rugu's fingers trembled.

His usually calm mind was shocked by the voice of his little sister.

But he was the eldest senior brother of Yunmiao Sect after all, and he soon calmed down.

"It's okay, little sister, sleep well."

"When you wake up, senior brother will buy you some candied haws, okay?"

Wen Rugu's eyes were slightly deep, he gently comforted Shengsheng, and watched her fall asleep holding his robe tightly.

"Master uncle, you..."

Wen Rugu looked at the master uncle standing beside him, and didn't need to finish.

He saw his uncle stroking his beard, with a subtle look on his face, and nodded gently.

No need to say more.

Those who should understand, understand.

Wen Rugu breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately his uncle could hear it.

"Uncle, senior brother, I want to go to the Burial Sword Valley to practice!"

Guan Yuanbai on the side was almost driven crazy.

He walked around like a mad dog.

Even his red hair was blown up, showing what it means to be furious.

How could the people of their sect end up like this!

No, absolutely not!

Guan Yuanbai was furious.

He must become stronger quickly to eliminate all enemies and protect the Yunmiao Sect.

If he was a little lazy before and was not in a hurry to enter the Jindan stage, now he can't wait to break through on the spot.

Seeing Guan Yuanbai's look, the uncle was happy.

He stepped forward and patted Guan Yuanbai on the shoulder.

"Good, good boy! If you had such energy earlier, I think you would have broken through the Jindan stage long ago!"

"Let's go, uncle will send you to the Buried Sword Valley now!"

"Yes!"

Guan Yuanbai had a firm face.

If he wants to protect everyone, he must become stronger!

Wen Rugu saw the uncle's palm shaking behind his back and smiled slightly.

Well, the fifth junior brother still needs pressure to be motivated.

"Then, I'll stay here and take care of the little sister."

"The second sister didn't contact the master and has gone down the mountain."

"The third and fourth brothers are on their way back to the sect."

"Everyone is worried about the little sister."

"Fifth brother, the eldest brother believes that you will reach the Jindan stage soon."

"Don't worry, eldest brother, the day I come out of retreat is the day I reach the Jindan stage!"

The young man was full of vigor and energy, and even the sword in his hand was eager to move, wishing to kill all the enemies.

But, he was only in the foundation building stage!

No one could kill him.

But the son of destiny would never admit defeat!

Guan Yuanbai couldn't wait to practice. He was

full of ambitions, wishing to have a Jindan in one day, a Yuanying in two days, and a celestial being in three days...

directly reach the Mahayana stage, and kill all those who wanted to hurt the little sister and the Yunmiao Sect!

After the two left, the little junior sister's room fell into silence again.

Wen Rugu sorted out the future he had just learned from the little junior sister's inner voice, and pressed his forehead with a headache.

"Is that the so-called... destiny?"

Sheng Sheng was not at ease even when she fell asleep, and her little hand was still clutching the corner of Wen Rugu's clothes.

The cute little face wrinkled aggrievedly.

"Unfortunately, the thing I have never believed in the most is destiny."

Wen Rugu gently stroked Sheng Sheng's wrinkled brows, with a cold look in his eyes.

Although he didn't know why he could hear the little junior sister's inner voice, he would protect her.

He didn't care whether the little junior sister was reborn or not.

No matter what, this was the little junior sister he raised with his own hands.

As long as Wen Rugu was alive, he would never let anyone hurt her.

"Hmm?"

Wen Rugu's eyes fell on the hole in the quilt.

He frowned slightly. It seemed that the fifth junior brother had been pulling the quilt.

Unexpectedly, the quilt of the little junior sister was torn.

Wen Rugu sighed softly, took out the needle and thread he carried with him, and began to sew carefully.

The sunlight outside the window fell on his warm and handsome eyebrows. The coldness in his eyes dissipated, leaving only a faint warmth and kindness.

[Mother... Mother...]

A low murmur sounded.

Shengsheng, who was sleeping in a daze, seemed to see her mother sewing a quilt for her. She

also sewed a delicate little flower.

The sunlight was shining, warming people's hearts.

"..."

Wen Rugu's expression was a little stiff.