Chapter 320 Extra Chapter 1: Raising a Child
After the Chaos Calamity, Wei Feng yawned and fell into Feng Wuyou's arms.
The soft, cool little filth was incredibly ferocious. It opened its mouth and nearly bit off Feng Wuyou's finger. Judging by its ferocity alone, Feng Wuyou strongly suspected that this was Wei Feng.
He held up the small piece of filth and showed it to Feng Ji and Zi Guang.
“It should be.” Zi Guang poked the little filthy creature’s forehead, almost getting bitten.
Feng Ji said, "Let's show it to Master. There's not a trace of foul air on him. It's very strange."
Feng Wuyou handed him the little filth, but in the time it took to speak, he had already been bitten several times.
Feng Ji politely declined, saying, "Worry-Free Immortal Lord, your name is quite interesting. Wei Feng's given name is Feng, and your name is Feng Wuyou. It is destined to fall on you rather than on someone else. This is the fate between you."
Feng Wuyou was on the verge of tears. He had been bitten all the way to Lingyin Immortal Palace by the little filthy creature. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned. If it were anyone else, they would probably have been bitten to a bloody pulp long ago.
The tiny, filthy creature bullied the weak and feared the strong. Upon seeing Ling Yin, it instantly became obedient. Yao Shuo, who was standing nearby, came over to look. When Wei Feng saw his face, he burst into tears and refused to stay any longer.
"What's wrong with me? Am I being mean?" Yao Shuo asked, puzzled.
"Perhaps it's because of your face," Ling Yin said calmly, looking at his face, which bore a striking resemblance to his son's.
Yao Shuo sighed.
Because Wei Feng was crying so hard, Ling Yin had no choice but to return him to Feng Wuyou: "Take him back to Yaoyan Palace and take care of him for now."
Feng Wuyou could only nod in agreement.
Fortunately, apart from crying for a few days at the beginning, the little creature slept soundly most of the time. Ling Yin and Yao Shuo sent spiritual medicines and tonics to the Immortal Palace in a steady stream. Feng Wuyou and Lin Fengpingming discussed it and felt that the little creature was really weak, so they helped to refine these things, mold them into immortal spirits, and put them in the nest that the little creature had built itself.
The little creature woke up, ate, and slept, and successfully transformed into human form in less than eight months.
Feng Wuyou and the other two were dumbfounded when they saw the chubby little baby.
The three of them could barely manage raising a small filthy creature, since the filthy creature could be easily put in their sleeves and slept and ate every day. But it was different with a baby. An eight-month-old baby would wake up hungry, cry and want the best spirit food, and would crawl around everywhere. After Wei Feng secretly crawled out countless times and almost blinded himself, they finally begged the God Ling Yin for help.
Ling Yin looked at the baby in Feng Wuyou's arms, whose body was covered in wounds, and fell silent.
Strictly speaking, she and Yaoshuo didn't really spend much time with Yaoyan. Yaoyan was born with exceptional intelligence. In the three days before his birth, Hongchen took him all over the world. The only time he cried was when he was starving. After that, he showed his extraordinary intelligence. He was very indifferent to everyone and liked to be alone. Yaoshuo was busy with the war, and she had to handle many affairs in the palace. She could only find time to see her son every day, and if she stayed too long, she would be kicked out.
Wei Feng nestled softly in her arms, staring at her with his round eyes. He made two "ah ah" sounds, then turned his head to nibble on the tassels on her clothes, covering her in his drool.
This child doesn't seem very bright.
When Yao Shuo returned home that evening, the couple looked at the chubby little guy on the bed with serious expressions.
"You're saying he's that little filth Wei Feng transformed into human form?" Yao Shuo asked. "Why is he only this small?"
“It was Wei Feng’s primordial spirit that was reborn. Yao Yan should temporarily seal his memories to prevent the Heavenly Dao from noticing,” Ling Yin said.
"Can he eat and dress himself?" Yao Shuo asked.
“Feng Wuyou said no, he’ll cry if he’s hungry,” Ling Yin said.
“Yao Yan only cried once. I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like for a child to cry.” Yao Shuo reached out and poked Wei Feng’s cheek. “So cute. He doesn’t look like Yao Yan’s little apprentice at all.”
"He seems a bit slow," Ling Yin said worriedly. "He woke up after a nap and didn't recognize anyone. Could it be that his primordial spirit was damaged after coming out of the Divine Gate?"
"Has it been checked?" Yao Shuo sent out his immortal spirit to probe Wei Feng's primordial spirit.
“I checked, there’s nothing wrong.” This was what puzzled Ling Yin. “When Yao Yan was his age, he already knew how to use his immortal powers to take care of himself. He would hide in his room reading all day and wouldn’t see anyone. Every time I went to see him, he would discuss the Dao with me, but Wei Feng…”
The thing Wei Feng did most that day was cry, ask for food, and then pee all over her.
"Ah Ling, is it possible that someone like Wei Feng is a normal child?" Yao Shuo asked with a smile.
“When Yao Yan was in the mortal realm, he was just an ordinary child. He never cried like this. He would just stay quietly in the tomb and wait for me to come back. He didn’t even cry when half of his body was eaten by a vengeful ghost—” Ling Yin paused halfway through his sentence.
Yao Shuo put his arm around her shoulder: "Why don't we take him in? Firstly, Yao Yan is too busy with the affairs of the Immortal Palace to take good care of him. Secondly, it would be a way for Yao Yan to take care of him. After all, he is our son's Daoist partner, and sooner or later he will have to call you Mother."
The little baby on the bed looked at her blankly, reaching out for a hug: "Ah~"
Ling Yin hesitated for a moment, but finally took the child into his arms and said, "It's just a little filth. It's impossible for me to treat the child with the same care I would give Yao Yan."
Yao Shuo just smiled and remained silent.
As it turned out, Wei Feng could not possibly expect Ling Yin to treat Yao Yan with the same care, because this little filth was far more worrisome than the precocious little immortal lord.
Not to mention that the child, who had transformed from an filth, cried even more shrilly and noisily, and had a huge appetite. Perhaps because he was used to eating Yao Yan's immortal spirit, he was also picky. After he finished eating all the immortal spirit left by Yao Yan, Ling Yin and Yao Shuo had no choice but to feed him with their own immortal spirit. However, Wei Feng was never satisfied and almost ate himself to death several times. But he got hungry quickly, and he would cry and howl like a madman if the other fairy maidens came near him. Only Ling Yin and Yao Shuo were allowed to come near him. The two of them had no choice but to feed him immortal spirit every hour. This little thing, after a few months, made the God of War Ling Yin and the God of War look much more haggard.
“No wonder people in the lower realms say raising children is not easy.” Ling Yin gently patted the little guy on the bed and yawned, which was rare for him. “This little filth is really annoying.”
"But he does look a bit chubby and taller," Yao Shuo said with a smile. "I'll go to the Medicine Immortal's place tomorrow to find some more elixirs; this child's constitution is too weak."
Ling Yin nodded, propped his head up, and fell asleep.
Ling Yin woke up when someone gently tugged at her hair. She met a pair of bright, dark eyes, and the little girl smiled at her with rosy lips and white teeth: "Mama~"
Ling Yin was stunned: "What did you call me?"
Wei Feng smiled, his eyes crinkling: "Mother~"
The usually serious and composed God Ling Yin stared at him for a while, then picked up the little baby and kissed him, showering him with blessings as if they were free.
When Yao Shuo arrived, she reverted to her usual coldness: "This child just called me 'Mother.' So what if he's a little slow? At least he knows how to recognize people."
Yao Shuo couldn't help but laugh and said, "Whatever you say goes."
With the disappearance of the Divine Gate, Ling Yin finally had some free time. She spent her days raising her children in the Immortal Palace. As a strict person, the High God also raised his children with great care. Even a child like Yao Yan, who didn't need any worries, was raised to be proud and noble. Needless to say, Wei Feng, who needed care and companionship, was raised with the same care.
The little prince's bedchamber in the Immortal Palace is right next to Ling Yin's. Ling Yin has to personally oversee all three of his meals every day. This little filthy thing is very delicate. He is afraid of the dark, afraid of pain, and even more afraid of thunder. He can cry for half a day if the immortal spirits don't like his food, which once made Ling Yin think that he must be a spirit from the Immortal Pool.
That day, thunder roared, and three-year-old Wei Feng had a terrible nightmare. Clutching his little pillow, he knocked on Ling Yin and Yao Shuo's door.
Seeing this, Ling Yin quickly picked up the baby, who was crying with snot and tears all over his face and couldn't stop.
"So many lightning bolts struck me... It hurts so much... I have no mother or father... I want a master..." He was breathless and crying so hard that he was confused. He asked Ling Yin and Yao Shuo for a master for half the night.
Ling Yin held the baby and coaxed him for a long time. In the end, Yao Shuo went to the sixteenth heaven, found an outer robe that Yao Yan used to wear, wrapped it around the baby, and Wei Feng finally fell into a deep sleep.
Ling Yin wiped away his tears and remained silent for a long time before saying, "Back then, when I had people stop Yao Yan and sent him down to the mortal realm, he must have been just as afraid."
She didn't think much of it before, but now that she has raised Wei Feng little by little, even if she didn't care, she has developed feelings for him. Those things that were insignificant before have become particularly painful.
“How much pain he must have been in…” Ling Yin whispered, “No wonder Yao Yan has been so resentful.”
Yao Shuo said, "Yao Yan has never blamed you."
“He just doesn’t say it,” Ling Yin said. “I should have… found a more appropriate way back then.”
Wei Feng had not yet regained his memory and was unaware of these things. He once thought he was Ling Yin and Yao Shuo's biological son until he was playing with other little immortals. One of the little immortals lost a fight to him and called him a piece of stinky mud.
Wei Feng had just learned a few moves from Yao Shuo, and with one punch, he knocked the other to the ground. He looked at the other arrogantly and said, "You're the stinking mud! If you dare to utter another word, I'll kick you three thousand feet away!"
The other person was beaten and cried loudly: "You are not your parents' child at all! You are just a filthy thing! What right do you have to live in the Ninth Heaven?"
Wei Feng beat him up again: "You're the filthy thing!"
He stormed to the Yaoshuo Immortal Palace, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Father! Father!"
Someone lifted him up from behind: "What do you want? Did you get into another fight? Last time you broke the leg of Little Ruyi of the Sixth Heaven, the time before that you beat up Little Koi of the Immortal Pool, and you even uprooted Yuan Yao's Marriage Tree. What have you done this time?"
“Pian’an called me a filthy thing and said I wasn’t your and my mother’s child,” Wei Feng retorted. “I’ll beat him up every time I see him!”
“You’re six years old now, a big boy. You can’t always fight back. You have to reason with them.” Yao Shuo put him down. “When Yao Yan was your age, he could take on ten at once. You get injured even fighting one. You’re not up to the task.”
"When will Brother Yaoyan come back?" Wei Feng was very curious about his brother, whom he had only heard of but never seen. After all, in other people's words, Yaoyan was a very powerful immortal.
“He’ll come back when he’s supposed to,” Yao Shuo said. “What should you do if someone insults you again?”
"Of course we'll beat them back!" Wei Feng proudly puffed out his chest. "One against ten!"
"Good son, you have the demeanor of your father!" Yao Shuo agreed wholeheartedly, picked him up and placed him on his shoulder, "Come on, Dad will take you hunting in the Demon Forest."
Wei Feng cheered happily, "Father, I also want that Seven Kill Tree by the Demon Forest. The one at the entrance of my palace is too small; it's not big enough for me to climb."
Yao Shuo fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
"If all else fails, the one in Endless Heaven will do. Purple Light helped me climb it, and it was especially comfortable to sleep on," Wei Feng chattered. "Dad, let's dig it up when Mom isn't looking."
“If you dare to dig it up, your mother will pick a good time tonight to bury us both,” Yao Shuo said.
Wei Feng, perched on his father's head, sighed dejectedly: "Dad, what is filth? Why do they all seem to look down on filth?"
“The filth is…” Yao Shuo paused for a moment, ““a very cute little creature. They are very weak, but sometimes they are also very powerful.”
"Really? How powerful is it?" Wei Feng asked.
Yao Shuo said, "That's powerful enough to save the entire Immortal Realm."
Wei Feng's eyes lit up: "Wow, then I want to be a big filth in the future!"
Yao Shuo laughed loudly upon hearing this: "Good son, you have ambition! From now on, we will become the most powerful filth in Chongtian."
Wei Feng's ambitious declaration that he wanted to become a great filth creature reached Ling Yin's ears.
She was quite troubled. On the one hand, she knew that Wei Feng was just a minor reincarnation of a filthy creature, and she had reprimanded all those who dared to cause trouble, but the children wouldn't care about such things. On the other hand, she also knew that she couldn't hide it forever, but she kept delaying it because of her own selfish desires.
In her eyes, although Wei Feng liked to fight and cause trouble, he was still a weak and sickly little brat who was delicate and prone to crying. If he knew his true identity, she wondered how long he would be heartbroken.
But she didn't expect this day to come so soon.
The incident started when Wei Feng secretly went to the Demon Forest to see the Seven Kill Tree and was almost eaten by a demon. Yao Shuo pulled him out of the demon's belly, was so angry that he spanked Wei Feng and locked him in the bedroom to reflect on his actions.
Wei Feng cried his heart out, and finally, exhausted from crying, he curled up and fell asleep in Yao Yan's clothes.
Ling Yin applied medicine to the child, who was still sobbing in his sleep.
"I'll never run away again... Bad daddy... Mommy... I want my master... Master..."
Ling Yin and Yao Shuo never mentioned that he had a master in front of him, and they tried to mention Yao Yan as little as possible, but he seemed to have an innate memory of Yao Yan, and even now he still needs to hold Yao Yan's clothes to sleep soundly.
Ling Yin felt sorry for him, and Yao Shuo also regretted hitting him too hard, but still solemnly said, "If we don't hit him, he won't learn his lesson. If we continue to spoil him, he'll dare to overturn the Nine Heavens. Yao Yan at least has some brains. He can't even beat a demon."
His Highness the God of War, still furious, said after a moment, "How about I move that Seven Killing Flower Tree by the Demon Forest to the Ninth Heaven?"
"..." Ling Yin looked at him with a complicated expression.
Wei Feng was raised to be just like Yao Yan, and Yao Shuo bears at least 90% of the responsibility for this.
Fortunately, Wei Feng never held grudges. The next day, Yao Shuo used a piece of immortal spirit to coax him into smiling again, calling him "Daddy" and completely forgetting the grudge of being beaten.
That piece of immortal spirit was taken by Yao Shuo from the sixteenth heaven. It was one of the few pieces left by Yao Yan. Wei Feng was still not satisfied after eating it, so he secretly ran to Yao Yan's Immortal Palace by himself, wanting to find another piece of his "brother's" immortal spirit to eat.
Then, by chance, he pushed open a door sealed by a magic array. He smelled the scent of Yao Yan's immortal spirit, swallowed hard, and stood on tiptoe to find a stone on the desk that resembled an immortal spirit. He then reached out to grab it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the rock, a phantom appeared in front of him.
The young man, dressed in white, had a cold and aloof expression. He held a sword in one hand and had the other behind his back, looking down at him with indifference.
Wei Feng stood frozen in place, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face. He murmured, "...Master?"
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