Chapter 24: Dad, that looks like Mom

After several pushes and shoves, Lin Chuan couldn't resist, the treasure pearl still went into his pocket.

"Sigh, thank you, Daoist."

Lin Chuan couldn't figure out the intention of Qingyu Daoist, so he simply stopped thinking; at least for now it's not a bad thing.

If Qingyu Daoist really lusts after his body.

It might be worth considering.

Anyway, he's still an innocent young virgin.

Spending every day playing with Mengmeng can be tiring; it's a good opportunity to find a mother for the child.

After giving the meeting gift, Yun Zhi Yi escorted Lin Chuan and Xiao Rumeng all the way to the door, wanting to say something but stopping.

I really wish to stay a little longer.

Get to know A Chuan a bit more.

"Daoist, if you have time, often come to my manor as a guest, come eat at my house."

Before parting, Lin Chuan uttered a polite remark.

Just as his words fell, Qingyu Daoist vanished before the manor gate; Lin Chuan sensed something, turning his gaze to his side.

Qingyu Daoist nodded, "Coincidentally, I'm free tonight."

"……"

Lin Chuan stood there awkwardly.

Hey Daoist, why don't you play by the rules?

Having said it, he couldn't take it back; Lin Chuan gave a dry laugh twice, "Please."

The three walked side by side, Lin Chuan on the left, Xiao Rumeng in the middle, Yun Zhi Yi on the right, like a family of three.

What a harmonious, warm scene.

But the harmony lasted only a few steps.

Yun Zhi Yi suddenly stopped, lifted her head sharply, and gazed into the distance.

"There's demonic aura!"

In his perception, four Saint Realm demon kings lurked in the void.

Moreover, behind those four Saint Realm demon kings lay an extremely powerful energy, likely surpassing her.

"What's going on?"

"It's bad enough that the Four Great Demon Kings have gathered in this backwater Qingyun Prefecture, but even demon cultivators on the verge of the legendary realm have shown up?!"

"Such strong killing intent—is it aimed at me?"

Yun Zhi Yi frowned tightly.

Fortunately, the opponent hasn't truly entered the legendary realm yet, so she can still measure up a bit.

"Daoist, what's wrong?"

Lin Chuan didn't know how to complain about the strange female Daoist before him.

He had three ideas per step, and there was nobody else.

Following the Daoist's gaze, the sky was clear and cloudless, nothing special at all.

Why was the Daoist staring so intently?

Yun Zhi Yi's voice grew heavy: "Master Lin, take your daughter home first; I still have some matters to attend to."

"Okay."

Lin Chuan sensed something was off, but he didn't ask further; he only wanted to ensure his daughter's and his own safety, avoiding being dragged into the vortex.

In Yun Zhi Yi's sight, behind the Four Great Demon Kings, a woman slowly turned around.

The woman originally wore a blue flowing fairy robe, but flames engulfed her, gradually turning the garment red.

At the same time, her originally gentle demeanor transformed into overwhelming demonic might.

"Who are you?"

Yun Zhi Yi questioned from afar.

"This question should be asked by me! Who are you?!"

In her Red-clad Demon Lord state, Mo Sangyu was utterly unreasonable, seeking only to eliminate any obstacle.

Anyone who covets her husband must die!

Swish!

In an instant, Red-clad Mo Sangyu tore through space and appeared before Yun Zhi Yi; the two turned into blue and red Long Rainbows, shooting straight toward the Heavenly Dome.

The terrifying commotion immediately drew the attention of all cultivators in Qingyun Prefecture.

Especially the populace of Youshui County at the center stared wide-eyed, as if witnessing a divine manifestation.

"What's the situation?"

Lin Chuan was completely bewildered.

Who was Qingyu Daoist fighting?

Such a terrifying aura, yet inexplicably familiar.

"Am I dreaming too much, unable to distinguish reality from dream, making everything seem familiar?"

One cycle of dream reincarnation equals an experience of a great world.

Especially the Perfect Female Demon Lord and the Jianghu of the Heir Apparent—two fantasy dreams—left deep memories, containing myriad elements.

It's probably just a feeling, right?

The battle high above the Heavenly Dome was utterly unfathomable; Lin Chuan couldn't understand it at all.

It can only be summed up in six words.

Holy shit! Really awesome!

Both sides are fighting so fiercely, yet the cultivators of the Great Yan Dynasty remain unmoved?

Not a single one went up to break it up?

While sighing, Lin Chuan couldn't help but think deeper: Qingyu Daoist is so powerful, daring to ignore the Great Yan Dynasty—at the very least he must be a Saint Realm expert,

A mighty Saint Realm expert—why would he befriend me?

The eight realms of cultivation: Nurturing Qi Realm, Opening Vessels Realm, Soaring Sky Realm, Rebirth Realm, Soul and Spirit Realm, Heaven-Union Realm, Saint Realm, Supreme Realm.

As the seventh of the eight realms, the Saint Realm is already quite strong.

After all, not every province can give birth to a Supreme.

The opponent of the Qingyu Daoist looks even stronger, and extremely ferocious.

These days things are getting more and more unsettled.

Lin Chuan let out a sigh, head down, but saw Xiao Rumeng staring wide‑eyed, utterly engrossed, while the other kids had already screamed in terror, and even the adults bowed their heads and trembled,

This girl isn't scared at all?

Dad, look! Hurry up and look!

Don't look anymore, child—let's go inside.

Lin Chuan scooped up the child and was about to run, but Xiao Rumeng's next words made him stumble, nearly falling over.

Dad, that person looks like Mom!

Xiao Rumeng pointed at the red rainbow streaking across the Heavenly Dome and shouted.

Good grief, little ancestor! Dad can go around calling people kin, but Mom can't just be called kin willy‑nilly!

It's said that a mighty expert can monitor wind and clouds across ten thousand li with a single thought; if he heard us, we'd probably die a horrible death.

Lin Chuan hoisted Xiao Rumeng onto his shoulder and sprinted home.

Xiao Rumeng bounced on his shoulder, still straining her gaze skyward, her fingers wobbling back and forth as she tried to point upward.

Dad, that really is Mom!

Dad, let's go find Mom—she's not angry with you anymore.

Lin Chuan ignored Xiao Rumeng's words.

At that distance he couldn't see a thing—how could Mengmeng possibly recognize her mother? It's impossible; she must be talking nonsense!

As he ran, Lin Chuan suddenly felt something was off; his heart sank, his steps slowed, and he set the child down from his shoulder.

He squatted down, held the girl's arms with both hands, and looked at her solemnly.

Mengmeng, you can't lie—tell Dad, is that thing flying wildly in the sky really your mother?

Really.

In Xiao Rumeng's pure, innocent eyes there was only sincerity—no trace of lying or panic.

Mengmeng would never mistake her dad and mom.

……

Lin Chuan was speechless.

Thinking of Xiao Rumeng's various oddities, some things must be viewed with an extraordinary eye.

Perhaps that figure flying wildly in the heavens really is Mengmeng's birth mother.

He even had a moment of doubting himself.

Could it be that he really had a one‑night stand with some maiden, fathered this daughter, and she's spent years searching until she finally showed up?

He's heard plenty of outrageous tales—like an Empress poisoned with an aphrodisiac, needing someone to cure her, and he becoming a similar lucky beneficiary.

Or perhaps he himself had amnesia, forgetting a heart‑rending love.

Anything is possible.

Lin Chuan drew a deep breath, feeling uneasy; looking at that violent temper, if he really married such a shrew, he'd surely end up kneeling on the washboard.

By comparison, the Qingyu Daoist gave him a better impression.

Pah! What am I thinking?

The more he thought, the more it veered off; Lin Chuan quickly halted the thought and gave himself an urgent warning.

How did you get worked up again, kid?

Just focus on saving your life first.

……

On the Heavenly Dome, the battle grew ever fiercer.

The red‑clad Mo Sangyu fought while cursing, growing angrier the more she thought about it.

All I did was close‑door cultivation for a while, and my home almost got stolen?

How could I possibly tolerate that?!

Yun Zhi Yi was furious as well—what does it mean for the other side to keep calling her 'husband'?

This is clearly my husband!