Chapter 512

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Why did it become like this…

First time sleeping with a girl I like, reuniting with a lifelong soulmate, first time becoming a father with a daughter.

Three joyful events coincided, and each of these joys brought me even more joy.

What I received should have been a happiness as dreamlike as a dream… but why did it become like this?

Xiao Yan felt his whole body trembling, unable to feel even a trace of warmth in the Divine Light Realm, his hands and feet icy cold.

Yes, it must be someone's fault, must be the fault of some troublemakers, the world's fault.

Hell is empty, God walks among men—can this world still be saved?!

Inside the chat group

Xiao Yan: "Sinful… sinful indeed!!!"

Xiao Yan: "Su Lin, big brother, stop playing around, why bring them here right now and make it this way—are you trying to kill me?!"

"Someone save me, no—kill me, who will kill me so I can enter resurrection state?"

"Big Brother Su! Please let me see your true form!"

Cai Lin held the baby girl, her gaze cold as she swept across Xiao Yan and the girls beside her; she said nothing, yet a killing intent slowly rose…

It's a Star Dou Zong peak expert!

Su Lin: "What's the point of tagging? Do I really enjoy playing with you? Do you think I'm Zuowang Dao or Amon?"

Xiao Yan: "Isn't this your doing?!"

Su Lin: "I don't know—I didn't bring them, you did, Lord Yan Emperor, how bold of you."

Xiao Yan: "?"

Ye Fan: "You're wrong to blame my bro—*you* brought them here yourself."

Miss Kelaien: "Next up is the strongest king—Xiao Yan!"

Lu Mingfei: "Lord of the Infinite Harem—Xiao Yan!"

Hourai no Yukari: "The Crystal Palace isn't bad either, right? Brother Xiao Yan, can I join in?"

What do you say, sister? Show some princess dignity—do you really care nothing at all about reputation?

Weigong Shilang: "So all those romantic tactics you mentioned before were real?!"

Xing: "Ten thousand, ten billion credit points to delete the photo."

Zhongli: "Personal emotional matters are hard to comment on, but Xiao Yan, you'd better stop."

Stop what?

No, finish speaking, big brother!

Watching Xiao Yan, his face filled with clear suspicion yet unable to act.

Su Lin shrugged, slapped Ke Lai'en on the shoulder, and tilted his chin toward Xiao Yan: "Show him the VCR."

'Merlin Hermes carried the camera forward, and when he reached Xiao Yan, he directly projected the footage into Xiao Yan's mind via mapping.

【There, Su Lin stood outside the shattered space, watching as one after another Xiao Yan brought back Xiao Xun'er, Xiao Yixian, Yun Yun, Haibo Dong, Ya Fei, and others, offering kind reminders.

After all the Xiao Yans merged back into one, he ended up holding Xiao Xun'er and Xiao Yixian, both hugging him tightly from left and right.

"My lord Yan Emperor, your boldness pleases me, but isn't this too many people?" Su Lin rested his chin on his hand and asked: "People not on the list have appeared—isn't this going too far?"

"They are all my close friends and beloved ones—they deserve to share this feast," replied the dark-robed Xiao Yan with authority: "Across all realms and worlds, how could there be a rule that one shares hardship but not glory?"

Ye Fan clapped and praised: "I admire you—entire banquet bill charged to Ye Zhetian Trading Association."

Su Lin bowed slightly, pulled out his own younger self from his college recruitment days, dressed in a suit, who now stood like a professional attendant, gesturing inward: "Big Brother Yan, please step inside."

Thus, the dark-robed Xiao Yan led a group of friends and relatives—eyes filled with confusion, curiosity, shyness, and danger—into Su Lin's divine realm, followed closely by Gu Yuan, who had just arrived, his expression shifting between dark and light.

Xiao Yan clutched his head, stunned to realize he had no memory whatsoever of these events, his qi completely empty.

Yet his soul and physical strength were far stronger than before.

Lord Yan?!"

Is this arrogant show-off really me?

Su Lin: "No more words, Big Brother Yan— from now on you're our idol, little Su won't ever call you 'tough-guy talker' again!"

Su Lin: "By the way, next semester Tianyi Sect will offer a course called 'The Self-Cultivation of the Sea Emperor'—interested in being the main lecturer?"

Watching Xiao Yan, who had no time for self-doubt, now surrounded by Xiao Xun'er, Xiao Yixian, Cai Lin, and Zi Yan, Su Lin once again felt deep admiration for him, and snapped his fingers to cast a blessing that helped Yun Yun and Na Ran Yanran sober up on his left side.

No choice—someone walked into the divine realm and immediately assumed imperial posture, inviting all eight directions.

Yi Leina glanced at Su Lin, disdainful: "You like harems, don't you? With your current power, you could easily have one."

"Harem? To be honest, I like them," Su Lin stroked his chin, a wicked smile curling his lips: "Especially enjoying watching others build harems that inevitably catch fire—heeheehee."

If there's no fire, helping to add a little won't hurt—after all, he's a bachelor with a legitimate FFF member arson permit.

If the anime excuse doesn't hold, heresy trial is a perfectly valid reason to set fire.

But Xiao Yan is an exception—this man lives up to his name; no wonder he's called Li Huowang, with two fires in his name—he himself can make any scene blaze.

Yi Leina praised: "As expected of you—still that same old, reliably unsettling mischief."

"What do you mean?" Before Su Lin could retort with sarcasm, a cry pierced the air—something had changed on Xiao Yan's side.

"Waaahhh!! Daddy!!!"

All the observers from other worlds simultaneously broke into maternal smiles, gazing at Xiao Yan.

Some children are born not ordinary—this girl will surely achieve greatness!

At this moment, Cai Lin held the child, a cold smile on her lips: "It seems I've interrupted your good time."

Due to her parents' influence, Feng Xiaoxiao was born far wiser than a normal infant; moreover, with Xiao Yan's Shi Yuan Shen Mang fruit inside her womb, she could already communicate with the Queen of Medusa.

But Cai Lin never told Xiao Yan—first, because she was annoyed by his domineering ways, second,

Before, Cai Lin had never considered how to face this child.

But during this time, Xiao Yan had shamelessly come to her every day, so she decided, following his arbitrary choice, to name the child Feng Xiaoxiao.

"I must have been deluding myself," Cai Lin's narrow, pale purple eyes swept over Xiao Yan, cold and distant: "Go on."

She wanted to turn and leave, but Feng Xiaoxiao tugged at Cai Lin's dress, revealing tear-filled eyes.

Cai Lin sighed helplessly, stopped walking, and subtly glanced at the other women.

"Xiao Yan brother… Papa?" Xiao Xun'er's face darkened, her eyelashes trembling slightly; she clenched her fists, yet smiled even brighter: "Strange, no one mentioned this to me."

When certain members of the Gu Clan voluntarily sent Xiao Yan's information to her, there was no mention of a child.

Considering Xiao Yan's current strength, he had avoided these stares secretly

"Xiao Yan, you already have a child?" Xiao Yixian looked surprised, then slightly downcast, but immediately forced a weak smile: "Congratulations, you're a father now. Thank you for coming specially to save me."

"N-no, listen to me explain!!!" Xiao Yan looked panicked, quickly interrupting: "This whole thing—"

"Papa, are you abandoning me?" the infant cried in her swaddling clothes.

Before coming, Mama said she would bring me to meet Father—why won't my Papa recognize me?

Did I do something to make Papa dislike me?

"Baba, waaahhh—!" Thinking this, Feng Xiaoxiao burst into tearful wails, her chubby arms reaching out to grab Xiao Yan.

Even Su Lin, as an onlooker, felt his heart ache—he couldn't help but shed tears. What a wonderful little girl, how could there be

such an irresponsible father?!

Assessing gazes converged on Xiao Yan like arrows piercing through his defenses; Su Lin covered his mouth, looked up at the sky, struggling to hold back his tears.

Come to think of it, this scene—

why does it feel familiar?

'Ah yes, just as it was then, so it is now.'

Su Lin subtly glanced at the nearby wicked witch, only to find her already watching this side.

Their gazes met; Yi Leina adjusted her hat, lowered her head, and turned away.

'So you're not going to watch the drama anymore?'

"Feng Xiaoxiao, how could your Papa ever abandon you!" Xiao Yan hurriedly said: "Papa's just explaining to your Big Mama right now!!!"

"Big Mama?" Feng Xiaoxiao didn't understand the meaning of the word.

"Feng Xiaoxiao? You've already named her." Xiao Xun'er whispered softly: "Xiao Yan brother… is it because I wasn't by your side these past years?"

Yun Yun, upon regaining consciousness, stared blankly at the scene; she walked over to Xiao Yan, who had fallen into a dazed state, and asked: "Yao Yan—I'll still call you Xiao Yan, right? Do you already have a child?"

"Master?!" Na Lan Yanran's expression turned strange: "You know Xiao Yan?"

Yun Yun smiled bitterly: "He used a false name back then."

"Yun Zhi, why are you here too?" Xiao Yan's gaze grew desperate; he pointed at himself: "Did I bring you here?"

"You broke into Yun Lang Sect and brought both me and Yanran here," Yun Yun paused, then said to Xiao Yan: "Though I don't know what happened, out of our past bond, please don't blame Yun Lang Sect for Mo Cheng or Yun Leng's actions."

Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall; she avoided meeting Xiao Yan's eyes, lowering her head slightly—yet even now, she did not forget her duty as Sect Leader.

At this moment, Ya Fei, who had been watching, stepped forward with a graceful sway, a seductive smile on her lips:

"I never imagined that little boy from back then has grown to this level. Regarding the Yun Lang Sect matter, could you, for the sake of my Mi Te Er Clan, all sit down and talk this over calmly?"

Xiao Yan's eyes showed gratitude—he was deeply thankful that Yun Yun and Ya Fei had shifted the topic—and was about to respond seriously: "Sect Leader Yun Yun, this matter—"

"Disciple, you're still wearing her inner armor—I think you should consider the girl's feelings," Yao Lao's calm voice drifted over.

Hearing this, Ya Fei's flirtatious smile froze; her gaze turned startled toward Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan's expression turned as if he'd seen a ghost; his neck stiffened as he turned his head aside.

Yao Lao sat cross-legged in midair, propping his head with his left hand, swishing wine in his right cup: "Just as drinking too much wine makes one drunk, who can predict what one does when drunk? Though you mistakenly added the wrong ingredient while grilling fish, you still held to your heart and didn't do anything inappropriate—ah, look, even I drank too much and accidentally spoke out of turn."

Yao Lao drained his cup, glanced at Xiao Yan, and vanished from his spot.

The fallen cup thudded heavily onto the grass, as dull as Xiao Yan's expression.

'You damn old bastard!!!'

Xiao Yan's eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

He never imagined even his own master would interfere and deliver such a brutal backstab.

The topic he'd barely managed to shift had not only failed to change, but worsened—those icy, piercing gazes now held even more depth.

Na Lan Yanran's face paled; she stepped back two paces: "This can't be true, Master—"

After she used Yun Lang Sect's power to come and break off their engagement, Xiao Yan had now become entangled with the Sect Leader herself?!

"Mr. Yan Xiao, your package has arrived," said a courier wearing a blue helmet and yellow vest, riding a Nade Tong motorcycle: "Who is Yan Xiao? Your recently forged pills are ready—I've brought them bottled for you."

"What pills? I didn't forge any," Xiao Yan asked, bewildered.

Na Lan Yanran, hearing Xiao Yan's response, bit her red lips tightly, her expression shifting constantly: "You're Yan Xiao?!"

Na Lan Yanran was indeed proud and firm in her beliefs, convinced she had done nothing wrong—even after losing to Xiao Yan and later reconciling, she merely realized her past actions had been inconsiderate, lacking respect for his dignity.

But during those days, at the Jia Ma Empire's Alchemy Competition, and while Yan Xiao was staying at the Na Lan household, she had for the first time felt admiration for a man outside her elders.

When that young alchemist turned the tide amid thunderous cheers, standing tall, she had truly been captivated.

"You're Yan Xiao?!" Na Lan Yanran's mind was in chaos; she stood frozen, even Yun Yun noticing something was wrong.

Yun Yun breathed heavily, looked at Xiao Yan with complex eyes, and asked: "How many aliases do you have?"

"Xiao Yan brother, is this your former fiancée?" Xiao Xun'er opened her half-lidded eyes—but this time, there was no light in them.

Xiao Yan's face turned deathly pale; he could explain, but he knew—

under these circumstances, no explanation would matter.

He staggered back two steps; the women stepped forward, gradually surrounding him.

He staggered back two steps, and the women rushed forward, gradually surrounding him.

"Xiao Yan, my pills!"

"Xiao Yan, aren't you going to take responsibility?!"

"Father"

"Xiao Yan brother, your three-year pact—you spent these three years like this?"

"Xiao Yan!"

"Xiao Yan."

At this moment, only one person could save him.

A tear slid from Xiao Yan's corner of the eye; he turned his pleading gaze toward Su Lin, utterly sincere.

"Oh God, I am guilty, I repent—I shouldn't have thought of finding you a girlfriend."

Facing Xiao Yan's plea, Su Lin smiled warmly; holy light gradually brightened behind him, accompanied by sacred music.

In the divine realm, a few disturbances faded as points of redemption and hope fluttered down like snowflakes.

A glimmer appeared in Xiao Yan's eyes—he knew Su Lin was a good brother.

"I want to see rivers of blood!" Su Lin held up his notepad; the slits in his eyes pulsed with abyssal black radiance.

"Forgot."

This hanging guy is a fallen god.

Xiao Yan felt as if plunged into the deepest despair—he'd rather face the Soul Sect in three hundred battles than endure this, even if it meant confronting Hun Tian Di himself.

Suddenly, Xiao Yan had a flash of insight; the panic in his eyes steadied.

He stopped retreating, his expression calm as he turned to Cai Lin and Xiao Xun'er, grasping both women's hands.

No one expected Xiao Yan to make such a move at this moment.

Cai Lin tried to pull away, but Xiao Yan's grip was too strong; after a brief struggle, she let him hold her.

Xiao Xun'er trembled slightly, then her small hand clasped Xiao Yan's.

"Xun'er, Cai Lin, and everyone else—this isn't the place to talk. Outside is the Soul Sect's territory."

"You're Yan Xiao. Take this—ten Hun Tian Di Pills."

A jade vial was shoved into Xiao Yan's arms; half the stopper protruded.

"Hun Tian Di Pills?" Xiao Yan frowned.

"Pills forged by Hun Tian Di and a group of Soul Clan Dou Shengs," said the courier in the blue helmet, turning away: "You forgot you made them yourself?"

Hun Tian Di Pills

Hearing the man's words, Xiao Yan's throat rolled—he suddenly felt his dead memories attacking him.

In his mind, a cultivation technique titled "Dan Huo Lian Zhou Jue" appeared clearly, along with the image of himself shoving Hun Tian Di and the Soul Clan Dou Shengs into a pill furnace.

"..." Xiao Yan stared at the vial on his chest, frozen.

Wait—I just drank some wine, and now I wake up to the final chapter? Hasn't this dream ended yet?

After a long while.

"Xiao Yan brother," Xiao Xun'er gazed at the utterly chaotic scene, tightly hugging Xiao Yan, embracing him firmly, whispering: "I believe you—no matter what you say, no matter what your relationship is with them—"

"I believe you."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unwavering certainty that stirred everyone around—unlike the earlier accusations, it held no negative emotion.

Xiao Xun'er was like a pure, flawless spring, awakening all those tangled in complex feelings and emotional whirlpools.

"Xun'er, you..."

Xiao Xun'er looked at Cai Lin and the girl in her arms, Feng Xiaoxiao, paused momentarily, then smiled: "If it's a family matter, settle it privately—don't disturb the guests' peace."

She turned to Xiao Yixian: "Sister, come with us too."

Good grief...

Su Lin and the others stared in shock—Xiao Xun'er had chosen to step forward and end the contest right now, to spare Xiao Yan further humiliation!?

To have such a wife—what more could a man ask for?

Meng Qi imagined himself in that situation—if it were Xiaosang, he'd be lucky to escape without shedding several layers of skin.

Don't be fooled by the demoness's playful words—if I ever stepped on multiple boats...

"Husband, are you envious?"

"Wife, I'm more faithful than he is," Meng Qi said quickly.

Meng Qi hurriedly said.

"Too bad—the fire you wanted to see didn't ignite," Kleine said, putting away his camera.

Su Lin smiled: "Didn't I say? I only want him to be happy."

Ignoring the scornful and confused glances, Su Lin pulled out a glass of grape juice, shook it twice, and gazed through the stemmed glass—painting the retreating back of Xiao Yan and the women with a deep crimson, like blood.

"Don't underestimate possessiveness, my friend—don't rush. Love isn't a short-term surge of hormones. Wait patiently—the future has already changed, hasn't it?"

"Sounding so professional—go find a girlfriend first," Meng Qi sighed, doubting the love master: "By the way, did you guys set Xiao Yan up? He found them all—and brought them back?"

Kleine shook his head: "I didn't divinate."

Su Lin also shook his head in denial.

Meng Qi blinked—this was odd...

"What are you looking at?" The white-haired woman followed his gaze to her luminous, snow-white hair, joking: "If Xun'er saw, she'd think you're unfaithful."

The dark-clad, handsome man with clouds circling behind him turned his gaze away, smiling: "Black hair looks better."

Black hair...

The white-haired woman covered her mouth with a light laugh, her beautiful eyes shimmering with memory, lips curving: "So long ago—it was still in Qingshan Town."

"No matter how long ago, I'll never forget," said the dark-clad man, scratching his head: "Lately, I've often wondered—if I could return to the past, could I make your hair black again?"

The woman's eyes held a trace of nostalgia, as if recalling some sorrowful memory.

"If you could go back in time, you should have spent more time with Xun'er—why dwell on these things?" The white-robed woman smiled playfully. "You'll come looking for me again, won't you?"

The black-clad man said nothing, only stepped forward and took her hand. Amid her shy, flustered avoidance, he gently lifted a strand of her hair and held it before his nose.

But this time…

Frost-white hair stained black, dark tresses still remain.

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