From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Zi Xuan felt the hot tears rolling down the back of his hand, looked into the aggrieved and clear tearful eyes of his own child, and was completely dumbfounded.

Crying... crying...

There are few Qilin cubs, but those that have just hatched are all very strong, heroic, and full of vigor, and will fight if they don't agree.

Why did his own child become so aggrieved and crybaby because of this sentence?

Being in the ancient world and being the second prince of the Qilin clan, he said that he had never cried since he hatched from his shell, nor had he seen other creatures or cubs cry, so he didn't know what tears were.

So when he saw his own child crying, Zixuan was dumbfounded at first, and then felt a little at a loss.

Did he say something wrong?

But this little guy is so round that he doesn’t look like a unicorn. I guess you can’t find such a fat cub in the whole world.

It doesn't have any of the mighty and sacred aura of the divine Qilin!

“Don’t… don’t cry.”

Zi Xuan, who was always very dignified in front of the Qilin in his own tribe, subconsciously wanted to put on a stern face when facing his own cub, but he felt guilty towards it, so his attitude became much softer, but a little unnatural, and his tone was a little dry.

Mo Jiu clumsily turned over the little Qilin's body and howled at his father with hiccups.

“Awoo, awoo, awoo… (Father really dislikes Xiaojiu and threw her away! Wuuwuwu…)”

Faced with the crying of his own child, Zixuan was confused. When did he abandon his own child?

Don't talk nonsense, his father will kill him.

Although he is a purple Qilin and the biological son of the original Qilin, his bloodline cannot compare to the black Qilin that has reverted to its ancestral home - the biological son is more noble.

“Awoo~~Awoo~”

Mo Jiu looked at his father and saw that he did not refute. He felt that his idea was correct. When he opened his eyes that year, he could not find his father and others, so they abandoned him!

The more he thought about Mo Jiu, the sadder he felt, and he started to cry loudly.

"Don't cry, don't cry. Father didn't abandon you."

Zixuan held the little Qilin in his arms in a panic and tried to coax it, but he had never come into contact with a little Qilin cub, and the high and mighty Second Prince didn't know how to coax a cub!

Zi Xuan saw that Mo Jiu's tears had condensed into a pool of water on the ground, and looked at Zhang Qiling helplessly.

"Little Taoist friend, you..."

Zhang Qiling silently reached out and took the little Qilin back from his arms, then took out the roast chicken that it had given him before, which was transformed from the mysterious origin, and handed it to it.

"...Burp..." The little Qilin burped and looked at the delicious roast chicken in front of him with watery eyes. The crying suddenly stopped.

Mo Jiu's heart immediately became happy. He had been eating spiritual roots and immortal fruits for ten years, and his appetite had become dull.

The guy loves himself the most and prepared his favorite roast chicken for himself.

Put aside all the sadness and grievances for now, and continue crying after eating. Crying also takes physical energy.

Zixuan looked at the cub who was happily biting the roasted chicken in Zhang Qiling's arms, and looked at Zhang Qiling helplessly.

"That little Taoist friend, what should I call him?"

"Zhang Qiling."

"Thank you, little Taoist friend Qi Ling, for taking care of my son over the years."

Zi Xuan bowed and expressed his gratitude, then took out an innate spiritual treasure from his own space and handed it to Zhang Qiling.

"This is my gift to fellow Taoist Qi Ling. Please don't despise it."

Zhang Qiling looked at the flag in his hand, which was the Northern Xuanyuan Water-Controlling Flag transformed from one of the five lotus leaves of the Green Lotus of Creation.

Looking at such a precious innate spiritual treasure, although Zhang Qiling is only a little over a hundred years old in the prehistoric world, he has the support of the prehistoric heavenly way and is not an ignorant child.

Someone wanted to use this flag to sever the relationship between him and Xiaojiu, but Zhang Qiling was not stupid enough to be fooled.

Zhang Qiling silently shifted his gaze away from the Northern Xuanyuan Water Control Flag, refusing to accept the temptation, and was about to open his mouth to refuse.

Mo Jiu quickly finished the roast chicken, but he took it directly with his mouth and spit it into Zhang Qiling's hand.

"Ahhh... (Stingy father, the gift is just a small flag. It's better for me to take care of the ruler I use to copy books.)"

Zixuan looked at his cub's disgusted Qilin face and the corners of his mouth twitched. Does this little guy know what he is talking about?

One of the five innate flags, if placed outside the prehistoric world, it would be a magical treasure that all living beings would fight for.

Mo Jiu didn't care about how his father felt. He only knew that his father despised him and gave his younger brother a small flag as a gift. How stingy!

Thinking of this, Mo Jiu became a little angry and jumped directly towards Zi Xuan.

When Zixuan saw his own cub jumping back onto him, he was delighted. Although he did not show it on his face, he reached out to hug the fat cub.

Falling into Zixuan's arms, Mo Jiu did not try to feel the strong fatherly love of his old father. Instead, he lowered his head, stretched out his fat and round face, and went directly into the wide sleeve of Zixuan's left hand.

Zixuan:???

Zhang Qiling: …

Zixuan didn't react. What was his own son doing?

The little Qilin that was clinging to Zixuan's sleeve quickly turned its head and crawled out, then jumped directly back onto Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling looked down at it. There were several spiritual treasures flashing in the beast's mouth. His temples throbbed a few times.

Zi Xuan widened his eyes and looked at the little Qilin in disbelief.

He pointed at Mo Jiu's little Qilin body with trembling fingers. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't breathe.

Mo Jiu took out several treasures from his father's space and brought them back, not caring about Zi Xuan behind him.

At this moment, it placed all its treasures in Zhang Qiling's arms, and pressed its little Qilin body on top of them. Its small tail with scales swayed flexibly several times.

"Ahhh... (Brother, this is my living expenses.)"

Zhang Qiling looked down at Mo Jiu's cunning golden round pupils and touched its temples helplessly.

"No need. I can support you."

"Ahhh... (Xiaojiu eats too much, and brother will be poor. We need to save more treasures.)"

Zhang Qiling: ... (How can he change Xiaojiu's impression of her being poor?)

"Go back to the Qilin clan, your father will raise you, so you won't trouble this little Taoist friend Qi Ling!" After hearing what Mo Jiu said, Zi Xuan no longer cared about the spiritual treasures!

He is just a kid, how can he be raised by others? There were reasons for this.

Zhang Qiling looked up at Zixuan and pursed his lips. "Xiaojiu's food is yellow plums, peaches, fairy dates... Phoenix meat..."

Every time Zixuan heard Zhang Qiling recite a kind of food, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly. He looked at the round body of his fat boy.

I just feel that I have little experience! With so many rare immortal roots and fruits to feed, can his poor father afford to raise his own child?

He is the second prince of the Qilin clan, but he has never even seen a yellow plum!

If his own child had not been rescued and raised by someone else, he would have started to rob him!

"Well...well, I'll trouble you, Taoist friend Qi Ling, to take care of Xiao Jiu in the future!"

Zixuan gritted his teeth and took out a bunch of treasures from his private vault and gave them to Zhang Qiling.

Zi Xuan is not stupid, in fact he is very smart, otherwise he would not be able to manage such a large Qilin clan.

He had not been with his own child for long, but with his cultivation at the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm, he soon discovered that his child did not have any of the sins that the Qilin divine beast had to bear, and even had great merits and fortune.

The one who can do this must be the powerful person who saved his child and has very strong cultivation skills.

Rather than letting Xiaojiu follow him in the Qilin clan and be deprived of his freedom, it is better to let it continue to follow the little Taoist friend in front of him.

Mo Jiu looked at the mountain-like pile of treasures in front of him, his eyes lit up at first, but then he listened to his father's words, and his whole Qilin body froze!

Is it because its father dislikes it for eating too much?

“Awooo~Awooo~”

The entire Qilin ancestral temple was filled with the earth-shaking, clear, tender cries of the Qilin.

Soon, the older generation of Qilin gathered in the hall.

Then, not long after, Mo Jiu collected a lot of treasures and was taken away by Zhang Qiling crying.

But Zixuan was beaten up by his uncles who were of the same generation as his father.

It's shameful for a Qilin who can't even raise his own cubs!

Zixuan: ...You guys can do it, you guys can help me raise Xiaojiu! Why are you beating me?