"He always sticks his butt out when he sleeps."
Chi Yuan leaned his head against the small bed.
"He also likes to use his hands as a pillow to support his chubby little face."
Shen Yulou added quietly.
"I wonder if it will flatten my face."
"It's cute even when it's flattened."
"you're right."
...
Time flies when you're cultivating; decades have passed in the blink of an eye.
The baby is already as big as Chi Yuan's head, and Shen Yulou says he'll be born soon.
The little one is incredibly happy to know this, and he circles around his two dads every day.
“Your father is really too good to me. I have never seen a master who treats his apprentice so well.”
As usual, Chi Yuan sat cross-legged next to Zai Zai and started chatting with him.
"I will definitely be filial to my master in the future."
“It’s your father. I will definitely be filial to your father.”
"I will become the ruler of this world, and I will make you and your father stand above all others."
Chi Yuan slowly closed his outstretched palm.
He has now progressed from the Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage. This speed is unprecedented, and probably will never be surpassed.
Seeing the puzzled look in Zai Zai's eyes, Chi Yuan thought he hadn't understood the word "master".
The little boy didn't understand, but he didn't think the word was important.
He was actually confused by another word.
Xiaoxiao?
What does "孝孝" mean?
Why should we be filial to our child's father?
I always feel like this word sounds really strange when used to describe fathers.
And why should we stand on top of others?
The child felt that this was wrong.
Seeing the little guy's still puzzled expression, Chi Yuan didn't say anything, but simply reached out and hugged the "big cub".
"It's okay, it's normal not to understand. You'll be able to understand when you grow up."
Zai Zai: ...
Adults always like to say this to their children.
Just as the two were chatting, Shen Yulou flicked his folding fan and walked over with an air of nonchalance.
"The once-in-a-century cultivation competition in the cultivation world is coming soon, and I've registered you for it."
"This is the time for you to show your talent in the cultivation world. Don't let me down."
Shen Yulou tossed a glowing stone to Chi Yuan; it was proof that the contestant had successfully registered.
This competition requires participants to be under 100 years old to register.
All the major sects want to assess talent by age, understand the strength of the new generation of other forces, and then select some talents from their own forces for focused training.
If you're lucky, you might even snag a bargain.
"You should be fine, right? I'll be waiting for you to come back with first place."
Shen Yulou leaned against the baby's crib and held the baby in her arms.
"Don't you know my strength and talent? You think I'd lose?"
Chi Yuan held an ice pop and drew strange symbols on the ice, resuming his old trade of divination.
"What will happen to the baby if I leave?"
Compared to worrying about winning or losing, Chi Yuan was more worried about his son.
"I'll go with you and the baby."
"It just so happens that I haven't left the secret realm in a long time, and I've almost forgotten what the outside world looks like."
"Take this opportunity to thoroughly study the power structure of your cultivation world."
Shen Yulou offered to take the child with him, and Chi Yuan naturally agreed.
He felt like he had gained an extra bodyguard and a cute toy.
Life couldn't be better.
When the day of departure finally arrived, the two of them traveled light.
"Let's go, we'll fly there on our swords."
"Wait, don't you have a spirit pet?"
"It's that big white goose that follows you around, honking like a goose."
Both of them drew their swords before Shen Yulou remembered that Chi Yuan seemed to have a flying spirit pet.
He's never ridden a giant white goose before.
"Master, I think flying on a sword would be better."
Chi Yuan touched his nose, thinking that the way the big white goose landed was a bit peculiar.
"Riding a white goose is much more fun than flying on a sword."
"How come you young people are less energetic than us old folks?"
Shen Yulou twirled his sword a few times in his hand before it disappeared.
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