Zheng Kaiyuan was somewhat surprised, as this was the first time Zheng Nansheng had made a request of him on his behalf.
Of course, he couldn't bear to refuse.
More than a decade ago, Zheng Nansheng must have looked just like those two homeless children.
They were filthy and skin and bones.
He was even worse off, having been taken in by a hypocritical scoundrel like Li Yueyun, he must have suffered a lot.
He had finally gained some fame, but then lost all his cultivation.
Although he is now staying by Zheng Kaiyuan's side, he, as a father, has not been able to make his son's life any easier.
Not revealing their identity was partly due to shame and not knowing how to start the conversation;
On the other hand, it's also to prevent Zheng Nansheng from being bound by her identity and to give her the opportunity to live the life she wants.
Without the identity of being the son of an immortal, Zheng Nansheng could inherit only the Dragon Roar Sword and not the position of immortal.
If one day he wants to leave, he can leave without any regrets.
Zheng Nansheng's personality is not as carefree as his mother He Yuwei's. Once he is emotionally attached, it is difficult for him to let go.
Zheng Kaiyuan escorted Zheng Nansheng to the door before stopping. Looking at his son's still frail figure, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Looking up, I saw the irises blooming vibrantly on the wall, and softly asked:
Do you think I should acknowledge him as my father?
But if he revealed the truth, Zheng Kaiyuan worried that Zheng Nansheng would leave him like his mother had.
He was still selfish, hoping to keep his son by his side for a while longer, even if they never recognized each other.
Being a Celestial Venerable is just too lonely.
Zheng Nansheng discovered someone inside as soon as he entered the house.
A few days ago, Zheng Kaiyuan helped him absorb a sixth-order Buddhist relic, and he has already rebuilt his foundation.
Although his body was still weak and his cultivation speed was much slower than before, it was a good start.
It seems that what that woman named Liu Jiajia said was true; he really might be the son of the Immortal Venerable.
The person hiding in his house was very weak, even weaker than he is now.
Since there was no murderous intent, Zheng Nansheng didn't bother with it.
He pretended not to know and took off his outer robe to rest.
The person in the shadows stirred slightly.
So easily angered.
Not good at hiding at all, seems to be a novice.
Zheng Nan, driven by malice, stripped down to only his innermost garment.
He was about to take off his clothes when the person in the shadows finally jumped out.
"You're not allowed to take your clothes off anymore!" Zheng Ningshuang exclaimed, her face flushed with anger. "You! You have no shame!"
Zheng Nansheng slowly and deliberately retied the knot in his undergarment and said leisurely, "Miss Zheng, that's a strange thing to say. How is it shameless of me to take off my clothes in my own room?"
Zheng Ningshuang said angrily, "It's just a nap, do you have to strip naked? The weather is getting cold now, you're obviously doing this on purpose!"
"So what if it was intentional?" Zheng Nansheng said matter-of-factly.
"I'm warning you, don't get too cocky! I'll get my father to kick you out sooner or later! You seduced my cousin, and now you want to climb up to my father! I won't let you succeed!"
Knock knock knock—
There was a knock at the door, and Zheng Nansheng got up to open it.
It's Luo Lianjiang who's here.
"Why are you out wearing only your undershirt? Be careful not to catch a cold."
Luo Lianjiang said a few comforting words in a soft voice, his real intention being to annoy Zheng Nansheng and make him laugh.
Seeing that Zheng Nansheng's expression was a little subtle, he turned around and saw that Zheng Ningshuang was also there.
She was staring at him with bloodshot eyes.
He instinctively asked stiffly, "What are you doing here?"
One second she's all tenderness and affection, the next she's as hard as iron.
Such a double standard instantly shattered Zheng Ningshuang's psychological defenses. Her eyes reddened, and she tearfully condemned:
"You speak softly to him, but you're cold to me. I was the one who liked you first, you can't treat me like this!"
Luo Lianjiang was instantly at a loss, because Zheng Ningshuang was jealous. From childhood to adulthood, whenever a girl got even slightly close to him, Zheng Ningshuang would throw a tantrum and cause endless trouble.
He felt proud when he was young, but got annoyed when he grew up.
His aunt, Luo Ying, said that after becoming the successor of the Immortal Venerable, she promised Zheng Ningshuang to him, which scared him so much that he dared not cultivate seriously.
He only hoped that the Immortal Venerable would give up on him, this spoiled brat, and find Zheng Ningshuang another suitable husband.
Unfortunately, he underestimated his own charm.
Being too handsome can also be a burden.
Although the Celestial Venerable had no intention of making him his successor.
But Zheng Ningshuang still clung to him.
Even knowing he likes someone else, I still can't give up. What should I do?
Although he has the face of a womanizer, he is actually not good at reasoning with women.
Thanks to Zheng Ningshuang, he realized that reasoning with women is pointless.
Luo Lianjiang looked at Zheng Nansheng for help, and Zheng Nansheng met his eyes with a very gentle smile.
His smile sent a chill down Luo Lianjiang's spine; he felt like he was doomed.
Sure enough, Zheng Ningshuang erupted the next moment.
"You bitch! I'll never forgive you!"
She drew her sword and slashed at Zheng Nansheng.
Luo Lianjiang shielded Zheng Nansheng behind him and grabbed Zheng Ningshuang's wrist.
His eyes were like knives, and his tone became stern:
"Ning Shuang! Stop fooling around! You're not allowed to lay a hand on him again!"
Zheng Ningshuang hurriedly dropped her sword, somewhat at a loss: "I, I didn't mean to, I was just extremely angry."
He got me locked up for so long, stole you from me, and even tried to seduce my father! Shouldn't I teach him a lesson?
Luo Lianjiang's eyes were cold, without a trace of a smile.
Normally, Zheng Ningshuang liked his serious look the most.
But right now, that cold gaze is directed at me.
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