The Lord God is kneeling on the washboard again

On this day, Xiao Muhan was training alone in the Wushan Forest.

The forest was deep and mysterious, its tall trees blocking out the sun. Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, creating beams of golden light. Little Mu Han walked cautiously, his sword tightly gripped in his hand, his eyes vigilantly observing the movements around him.

From time to time, the forest evoked the chirping of birds and the rustling of unknown small animals darting through the grass. Little Mu Han took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. He knew this place was fraught with danger, but it was also a perfect place for training.

Suddenly, a ferocious wild boar burst out from the nearby bushes, fangs bared, and lunged at Xiao Muhan with all his might. Xiao Muhan's heart tightened, but he remained calm. He dodged the boar's attack by moving sideways. Then, he swiftly swung his sword and struck the boar.

After a fierce fight, Xiao Muhan finally succeeded in subduing the wild boar. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and a proud smile appeared on his face.

However, the danger didn't end there. A low roar could be heard not far away, and Xiao Muhan's nerves tensed up again. He knew that a more powerful opponent was about to appear...

When those monsters saw Xiao Mu Han, they wanted to tear him to pieces.

Xiao Muhan was in this dangerous environment, his heart was pounding, but he pretended to be calm and stared firmly at the monsters that were eyeing him.

A massive black panther launched the first attack, leaping at Xiao Muhan like lightning, its sharp claws slashing through the air. Xiao Muhan quickly rolled to avoid it, swinging his sword in a counterattack. The panther missed its strike and turned to pounce again, spewing a puff of black smoke from its mouth, attempting to confuse Xiao Muhan's vision.

Soon after, a pack of wolves with sharp fangs surrounded them. Their green eyes flashed with greed and ferocity, and they let out low growls. Surrounded by these monsters, Xiao Muhan was in dire straits.

But Xiao Muhan didn't back down. He gritted his teeth, believing only in himself: he must defeat them! He unleashed all the martial arts he had learned, his sword flashing as he engaged in a desperate battle with the monsters.

Every attack and dodge consumed a lot of his physical strength, but Xiao Muhan still persisted with his tenacious will and indomitable spirit, trying to find opportunities to break through the difficulties.

Suddenly, Xiao Muhan heard a few scattered voices.

He was startled. How could there be a human voice in this Wushan forest, where monsters roamed rampant? Whether it was friend or foe remained unknown. Little Mu Han gripped his sword tightly and cautiously approached the direction of the sound.

As the distance got closer, the sound became clearer.

"We must find that magical herb this time, otherwise we won't be able to report back." said a rough voice.

"Keep your voice down, don't attract the monsters." Another slightly shrill voice responded.

Xiao Muhan hid behind a big tree and observed secretly. He saw three men in tight clothes moving forward cautiously, holding weapons in their hands and looking nervous.

Xiao Muhan was secretly wondering if he should show up and meet them since these three people didn't look like good people. Just as he was hesitating, a demonic beast suddenly jumped out from the side and pounced on the three people.

The three of them were instantly caught up in a fierce battle with the monster, and the scene was in chaos. Xiao Muhan thought that perhaps this was a good opportunity to understand the situation, so he decided to observe first and then make plans.

Xiao Muhan thought to himself: "He has to go back as soon as possible, otherwise his mother will be worried." So he turned around and prepared to leave, but he never expected that he would suddenly bump into several disciples from the sect who came out to gain experience.

Both sides froze there, motionless. Several sect disciples muttered, "How could a child appear in this Wushan Forest? It must be a high-level demon beast in disguise."

There was greed in their eyes.

Greed flickered in the depths of their eyes like a burning flame. Their original wariness and suspicion were now replaced by intense greed.

"If a high-level monster transforms, it must have precious treasures and powerful strength. If we can capture it, we will be rich!" A disciple said in a low voice, his voice full of irrepressible excitement.

Another disciple licked his lips, his eyes fixed on Xiao Muhan, as if he had already secured victory: "Maybe we can even obtain the secret of cultivation, which will greatly enhance our status in the sect."

They became more and more excited as they talked, their breathing becoming more rapid. Those greedy eyes were like an invisible net, covering Xiao Muhan.

Seeing them like this, Xiao Muhan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He knew that he was in great danger, but he did not retreat. Instead, he secretly clenched the sword in his hand, preparing for the upcoming fierce battle.

Xiao Muhan blew the jade flute, and the clear and melodious flute sound instantly rang out in the silent forest.

The flute's sound seemed to possess some mysterious magic, penetrating the layers of branches and leaves and spreading far into the distance. The originally tense atmosphere seemed to ease a little under the melodious flute sound.

Little Mu Han was concentrating on playing the jade flute, his eyes firm and clear. As the flute's sound continued, the air around him seemed to begin to tremble slightly.

The sect disciples were stunned at first, and then an even more greedy look appeared on their faces. They thought that this jade flute must be a rare treasure that could produce such a moving melody.

However, what they didn't know was that the sound of the flute was actually Xiao Muhan's distress signal. Deep in the Wushan Forest, Xiao Muhan's helpers were hiding. When they heard the unique sound of the flute, they knew that Xiao Muhan was in danger and were rushing towards them.

Xiao Muhan kept playing the jade flute. He believed that as long as he persisted for a while longer, he would be able to escape from his current predicament.

When Xiao Muhan was defeated by those sect disciples, Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) appeared.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) frowned slightly, his eyes full of concern, and said anxiously: "Don't be afraid, Daddy is here."

His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a reassuring magic. When Xiao Muhan heard this familiar voice, a sense of warmth and reliance suddenly surged in his heart.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) flashed and instantly arrived in front of Xiao Muhan, protecting him behind him. He looked at the sect disciples coldly, and the chill in his eyes made people shudder.

"How dare you lay hands on my child? You are so bold!" Yun Mohan (Nangong Han)'s voice was full of anger and majesty.

When the sect disciples saw Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) appear, their arrogance vanished instantly, replaced by a deep fear. "You... you... you are... the Regent." Their voices trembled, their teeth chattering.

Yun Mohan's (Nangong Han's) gaze swept over them, like frost in the cold winter, chilling them all to the bone. "Hmph, knowing this king, how dare you be so presumptuous!" His words were filled with majesty and oppression.

The disciples' faces turned pale, and one of them stammered, "Lord Regent, we were blind and didn't realize he was your son. Please spare my life!"

Another disciple quickly chimed in, "We really don't know. If we did, we wouldn't dare to do it even if we had a hundred guts!"

Yun Mohan remained unmoved, his voice growing colder. "Do you think you can bully my child? If I don't punish him today, won't anyone be able to do anything to me in the future?"

Hearing this, the disciples were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely and kowtowing repeatedly for mercy.

Before falling into coma, Xiao Muhan saw a tall figure.

The figure stood before him like a towering mountain. Xiao Muhan tried hard to see clearly, but his vision grew increasingly blurry. He only felt that the figure emanated a reassuring aura, as if it could shield him from all wind and rain.

Although his consciousness gradually blurred, Xiao Muhan had a voice in his heart telling him that with this person by his side, he would be fine. The tall figure was like a ray of light in the darkness, giving Xiao Muhan a last glimmer of hope and courage.

Then, his eyes slowly closed and he fell into a coma, and the world around him sank completely into darkness. But the warmth and sense of security brought by that tall figure were deeply imprinted in his heart.

The voice said to him softly: Don't be afraid, Daddy is here~

Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) was quietly cultivating in her room when suddenly her heart skipped a beat and a strong sense of unease washed over her. She opened her eyes instantly, her eyes filled with worry, as she sensed that Xiao Muhan was in danger.

"Han'er!" she called out softly, her voice trembling and anxious. Without the slightest hesitation, Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) stood up and rushed out at full speed.

Along the way, her heart was in a clenched fist, and all kinds of bad situations kept appearing in her mind. "Han'er, please don't be in any harm." She prayed silently in her heart.

Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) was extremely anxious, her steps getting faster and faster, her clothes fluttering, bringing with them a strong wind. She wanted to fly to Xiao Muhan's side immediately and hold him tightly in her arms.

But he found Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) holding little Muhan.

Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) paused, a flash of surprise and mixed emotions in her eyes. She looked at Yun Mohan (Nangong Han), who had a serious expression on his face as he held the unconscious little Muhan tightly, his eyes filled with concern and worry.

For a moment, Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) was filled with mixed emotions. All the past grudges and hatreds seemed to no longer matter at this moment, and she only had eyes for the injured child.

"How is Han'er...?" Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) asked in a trembling voice, her eyes never leaving Xiao Muhan's face.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) looked up at her and said in a deep voice, "He's injured, but he's fine for now."

Hearing this, Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was still hanging. She slowly approached, looking at little Mu Han's pale face, tears welling up in her eyes.

"What is going on?" Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) bit her lips, holding back her tears, and questioned Yun Mohan (Nangong Han).

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) frowned and briefly recounted what had happened.

After hearing this, Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) was filled with anger and fear. She gently stroked Xiao Muhan's hair and murmured to herself, "My child, it's all your fault. I didn't protect you well."

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) looked at the mother and son, his heart filled with guilt. He secretly vowed that he would never let them suffer any harm again.