Necromancer: Ahem! I'm really not Lao Liu!

The mountain spirit seemed oblivious to Zhang Dabing's distress, still calling out with its childish "voice." It slowly approached Zhang Dabing, its aura gently brushing against his, as if expressing intimacy and dependence.

Zhang Dabing took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and tried to clear himself from the matter: "Little guy, why do you call me like that? Is there some misunderstanding between us? Aren't you afraid in front of me? It's a bit inappropriate to claim to be your father~"

Damn, he came up to show off his power but ended up having a son, what the hell is going on?

The novel misled me...

The mountain spirit, Flash, didn't care. Its shimmering center pulsed a few times, as if pondering Zhang Dabing's question. After a moment, it relayed a message: "When I was born, I felt your presence and power. You are like my roots. Within my spiritual intellect, this feeling of closeness has transformed into a recognition of my parents."

Zhang Dabing couldn't help but smile wryly after hearing this. He realized that perhaps the mind-binding technique and spirit-awakening skills he had used during its gestation had essentially accelerated its birth, creating a unique and profound connection between the two, leading to the spirit's peculiar perception.

"But I'm not a real father or mother. I'm just a cultivator who has ventured into the extraordinary world." Zhang Dadan explained, trying to struggle...

However, the mountain spirit seemed to understand, its small body dancing happily around Zhang Dabing, still uttering the clear and childish calls of "Dad" and "Mom." To Zhang Dabing, those voices were like a demonic sound filling his brain, filling him with helplessness and madness.

Zhang Dabing clearly experienced what it means to play the lute to a cow.

Zhang Dabing clearly experienced the meaning of playing the lute to a cow. His earnest advice was like a gentle breeze, passing through the spirit's ignorant "consciousness" without hindrance, leaving no trace.

The current state is that he says his thing, and the spirit does its thing. The two are like trains running parallel on different tracks. They appear close, but in reality, their thoughts and actions have no intersection, and they do not interfere with each other at all.

Actually, there's nothing wrong with adopting a cub. The key is that this thing is like jade, green from head to toe. Although it looks quite comfortable, it's disgusting...

Zhang Dabing stood there, his mind tangled. He looked at the bouncy little green creature before him and shook his head helplessly. He tried to look away, but the emerald green kept lingering at the edge of his vision, following him like a shadow. "Never mind, let's just make the best of it," Zhang Dabing sighed, but the nausea still lingered.

He began to think, since this mountain spirit had such a strange bond with him, perhaps he could try to guide its growth. Perhaps it could even accomplish something in the future. After all, the authority of a mountain god must be something extraordinary.

At the same time, curiosity rippled through his heart. What was the difference between this naturally born mountain god's authority and the canonized mountain gods he'd seen in novels? Was it the source of their power, or the way they exercised it, that was different? These questions, like little hooks, tickled his heart, a small tinge of anticipation.

So, Zhang Dabing got a cub without knowing why, and walked back with it. Along the way, the cub was still jumping happily, calling "Dad" and "Mom" non-stop, and Zhang Dabing could only listen helplessly.

When they got to the mountain, Zhang Dabing threw the little cub directly on the mountain, thinking to himself: This cub was born and raised by nature, how can I expect him to take care of it? I'm overthinking it. He stood aside with his arms folded, watching the little guy rolling around on the ground, which he found quite interesting.