Having a somewhat unreliable older sister made Shen Zhuochuan very independent.
When Xiao Hei was born, Shen Zhuochuan was actually not very old.
Most of the clansmen took good care of the siblings, but it was out of pity. After seeing his talent, they all cherished him dearly.
The other dragons were all beaten up by their tails one by one, but he was not like that.
His sister didn't beat him, and the clansmen felt sorry for him, so they rarely scolded him.
My nephew was the only exception.
Born mischievous yet resilient, the dragons both doted on this little guy and couldn't resist giving him a good beating.
But he just happens to like sticking to Shen Zhuochuan the most.
A tiny black dragon always clung to his hands, claws, and horns, clamoring in a childish voice for its uncle to take it out to play.
Shen Zhuochuan had never been pestered like this before, but he was so annoyed by his persistence that he never forgot his promises.
They said they would take him out to play, that they would plead with his parents to be lenient with his beating, and that they would secretly bring him a book on alchemy.
They told him they would find him a master alchemist.
Then, using some excuse, he brought out the mischievous, arrogant little black dragon.
He acknowledged Song Tingwan as his master.
"Little Black is very well-behaved."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan couldn't help but chuckle.
Shen Zhuochuan sighed and shook his head: "He's quite well-behaved in front of the two of us, but not in front of others."
Perhaps, before the Sword Inquiry Sect got to know them, Baili Xijiang was an ignorant, naive, and clueless kid.
His parents taught him how to fight and how to use his dragon powers to battle, but he wouldn't listen.
The rebellious one rummaged through the pile of books the dragon clan had tucked away in the corner and pulled out a dirty alchemy manual perched on the corner of the table.
He still remembers that it was the worst beating his nephew had ever received from his parents.
The cute little boy, covering his bottom and lying on the bed, secretly pulled out the tattered book he had pieced back together himself from his pocket, and said to him with bright eyes that he wanted to learn it.
"Why? There are almost no alchemists among the dragon race, and no one has ever mentioned this path to him," Song Tingwan asked curiously.
Shen Zhuochuan lowered his eyes and smiled: "I asked him the same question back then."
"—Doesn't your uncle love going out to fight? From now on, I'll refine pills for you, and your injuries will heal much faster."
With a youthful and innocent face, he looked at people sincerely.
Shen Zhuochuan softened his heart.
In the Dragon Clan, where no one practices alchemy, Baili Xijiang was able to learn so much almost entirely thanks to the alchemy manuals brought back by Shen Zhuochuan.
“Your dragon clan has produced a genius in alchemy.”
Song Tingwan looked at him with a smile, her eyes gentle and tender.
Only when Baili Xijiang was not around would Shen Zhuochuan nod with some pride, "He is my nephew."
Perhaps his grown-up nephew no longer remembers what he said back then, but he will still feel warm inside.
Hearing him say this with his brows furrowed, Song Tingwan smiled and pressed the flower in his hand down, saying, "Have you forgotten that whenever your nephew refines something good, he always sends it to you first, even his parents come second?"
She taught her youngest apprentice Dan.
Every time he successfully refined a pill, he was overjoyed and would always boast that he was too strong and had to show his uncle the newly refined pill!
The first batch of pills is always given to Chen Zhuochuan.
The man was taken aback by what he heard.
"is that so."
He had never known.
He often received medicinal pills from his nephew, but he thought the child was just showing off.
Little did they know that the first batch of pills was always given to him first.
After realizing his place in his nephew's heart, Shen Zhuochuan kept smiling.
She smiles when you hand her flowers, and smiles when you drink her a cup of spiritual tea.
Song Tingwan was at her wits' end and ordered him to carry the vases she had arranged to their respective locations.
The delicate fragrance of flowers wafts by, adding vibrant colors to the scene and improving one's mood considerably.
Shen Zhuochuan, who had sat down again, was still smiling.
Song Tingwan bent down, picked up a flower, and threw it at his chest.
"Still laughing." The voice was gentle and helpless.
A few petals were knocked off, but Shen Zhuochuan chuckled as he caught the flower and handed it back to her. "Did your laughter offend our goddess?"
"Then I won't laugh anymore." The man composed himself and became serious, but the smile in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Song Tingwan brushed his hand away, smiled and said, "Just enjoy it. I'll tell him later that your uncle almost went crazy with joy."
With a smile, Shen Zhuochuan handed the flower back to her, saying, "Can a single flower bribe the goddess?"
What do you think?
The woman rested her elbows on the low table, tilted her chin up with the back of her hand, and smiled at him.
Her smile was as beautiful as a flower.
The flowers in her hand were no match for her.
Shen Zhuochuan tossed aside the flower in his hand, and a surge of spiritual energy rushed in from all directions, gathering in his palm.
He controlled the swirling spiritual energy with his mind, shaping it bit by bit.
It then slowly shrank, solidifying into the size of the flower it had just formed.
The man gently pushed it out, and the spiritual flower flew to her.
He affectionately nuzzled her face.
"How about this one?"
She couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, but she still said, "It's just so-so."
He swept away all the spiritual energy around him, and those who sensed the commotion and tried to rush back received a telepathic message from Shen Zhuochuan.
Having prevented those people from returning, Shen Zhuochuan felt much better.
But then Song Tingwan suddenly mentioned the time they parted in such a hurry.
"That great demon is really..."
Thinking of the demon's constant talk of liking her, Song Tingwan felt speechless.
Shen Zhuochuan frowned. "Next time someone is so rude, call me out earlier."
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
