I traveled through the Cretaceous period and farmed with the ever-changing dog egg.

"Father, are we going to see Mother?"

Little Fusu was eagerly anticipating seeing his "mother," thinking that if his mother was truly as his father had said, he would forgive her for leaving for six years.

"We'll be there soon. Your grandmother will be there too. Xu'er, remember to help your father coax your mother and get her back home..." Even if it's closer, that would be fine! This place is too far and there are too many things that could happen.

"Your son obeys..." As long as his mother doesn't treat him like Zheng's mother, he'll do whatever it takes to coax her.

Ying Zheng used Zhao Ji to create a rift between mother and son, and now everyone in Xianyang is worried for Zhao Ji, fearing that she will really be branded as unfilial.

Little did they know that Ying Zheng had already changed his clothes and, with his eldest son, had been traveling for more than half a month and had arrived near Yongcheng.

Those ministers were still kneeling there like idiots, begging for mercy, while Zhao Gao stalled them.

Children are even better at controlling women than husbands. Originally, he wanted to use Xiao Fusu, but now he has three more precious daughters. Ying Zheng felt that he was bound to win this war without gunpowder.

For the three little ones who had never experienced the harsh realities of society, the monotonous training and classes of the past two weeks were simply unbearable.

They were always slacking off, skipping class, or causing trouble. They were a little more obedient when Lin Chaoyan was watching them. Later, after benefiting from Lin Chaoyan's guidance, the other three teachers transformed into strict instructors, providing numerous acts of loving guidance. Now, the three of them only have Qiu Shenji to cause trouble for them.

Du Ming wouldn't indulge them. In his eyes, those who had the opportunity to cultivate but didn't cherish it weren't worthy of pity. His only master was Lin Chaoyan; he wouldn't tolerate the bad habits of anyone else.

After returning the 1,903rd basket of spirit stones, Lin Chaoyan finally learned that the egg was a dog egg.

In the morning, when she was exchanging eggs for spirit stones, she kept mentioning "dog egg," and unexpectedly, the egg in her hand responded.

"Dog?"

The egg in his hand shone brightly once more.

"Dog Egg..."

"... "

No matter how many times Lin Chaoyan called "Gou Dan," he responded happily. Later, he even shook his hand in her palm to prove that he was the Gou Dan she was waiting for…

Lin Chaoyan happily twirled around the bedroom with Gou Dan in her arms, wishing she could pick out a waltz right there and then.

Lin Chaoyan held the guqin, whose quality was hard to discern, and studied it in the courtyard. She could play the guzheng, but she had never touched the guqin.

"Old Mo, Little Zhou, which of you knows how to play the zither? Could you please teach me..."

While vying for teaching spots between her and her nephew, Lin Chaoyan gritted her teeth and cut her hand to rub the blood.

Strangely, the blood was not absorbed; instead, it condensed and dripped to the ground like water droplets falling onto a lotus leaf.

"Huh? Interesting..." Lin Chaoyan smeared some more blood on it, but the result was the same.

Then she started arguing with Qin and directly smeared pig's blood on her.

Seeing that the zither was clearly angry but still pretending to be dead, she raised the zither to put it into the septic tank. Just as she was about to touch the excrement, an angry voice rang out behind her.

"You brat, how dare you..."

Lin Chaoyan put away her zither with satisfaction and stood directly on the muddy ground, facing the figure.

"Uncle, who are you?" It turns out you're residing inside this zither.

"You, you, you're utterly clueless..." He pointed at Lin Chaoyan, furious, as he looked at the zither that was stuck on the ground.

"Do you know how much effort I put into making this zither? How dare you treat it like this..." He was so angry that he wanted to slap Lin Chaoyan.

"Hmm! I don't know what's wrong?" That's how rational and confident she was. "Things that are useless to me can be disposed of however I want." Lin Chaoyan's implication was that he should explain the purpose of the zither, otherwise she would destroy it if she couldn't have it.

"Enough! I'll leave as long as you promise to treat him well..." He loved his piano dearly all his life, and this was his best and last work.

"If it's useful to me, of course I'll cherish it! If it's useless, I'll chop it up for firewood or throw it into the septic tank as fertilizer..." Ideally, its use shouldn't be too useless; it'd be best if it could kill quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately!

Through his rambling, Lin Chaoyan learned that his name was Nanshan, and that he was an excellent music repairman and luthier.

His old-fashioned parents, fearing he was wasting his life on frivolous pursuits, tried to stop him, even resorting to suppression and humiliation. In a fit of anger, he ran away from home and, by chance, entered the world of cultivation, where he experienced love, hate, and betrayal.

He apprenticed under a master, a profession looked down upon by everyone who considered musical instruments merely tools for pleasing others. Yet, he carved out a bloody path in the world of cultivation, becoming the founding father of sound cultivation.

Looking back, I finally remembered my parents. Returning home, everything had changed. The original home had long since changed hands, and my parents had both passed away in the first year after I left.

The grass on his grave was taller than everyone else's, which became his inner demon. As a result, he failed his tribulation and was left with only a wisp of his soul residing in his beloved zither.

His speech was long and tedious, but Lin Chaoyan listened silently. She knew she had to be patient as long as it was useful to her.

"You little girl, after hearing about my life, don't you have anything to say?" Logically, this shouldn't be the case; she should be sighing! Or perhaps scolding herself for being unfilial? Nanshan couldn't understand why the little girl in front of him had no reaction.

…What should I say? Comfort him? Not really! “Sorry, I’ve heard too many stories like this, yours is too common! I’ve seen far too many melodramatic stories…” So don’t expect me to do reading comprehension.

Nanshan sized up the little girl in front of him. Her bone age was only sixteen. Had she seen too much? "You're only sixteen. How much could you have seen?"

Seeing his dissatisfaction, Lin Chaoyan pointed to her two disciples and began to give examples. "That blind one over there was originally one of the chosen ones, a prodigy. His disciple was possessed by an evil person who cursed him, ruining his life with love and making him kill his parents, brothers, and sisters with his own hands."

Finally, they discovered that the person who had possessed their body was actually an ugly and perverted man. He blinded himself and hid away, lost in thought. After saying this, Mo Nanfeng went to Nie Lianzhou.

"Another one! He was his junior apprentice, also a prodigy, exceptionally talented and arrogant. But he got entangled in a melodramatic love affair between his master and his female disciple. He went down the mountain to investigate the reason for his master's sudden change in personality and found out. Unfortunately, it was too late. His master had already had children with that person. He was implicated by his master and sealed in his own magical artifact."

After introducing Lin Chaoyan, Nie Lianzhou pointed to Han Dong.

"That person was harshly disciplined by his parents from a young age. To avoid trouble, they strictly controlled how much food he ate and how much water he drank. If he ate too much or too little, he would be locked in a dark, gloomy room where he had to eat, drink, and relieve himself. This continued until his parents thought he knew he was wrong."

His parents are both prominent and successful people; outsiders only know how well they raised him. But they have no idea what he went through behind the scenes, or how many times he cried in secret.

The five-year-old cried until his voice was hoarse in the dark, dreary earth, his constant pounding and begging for mercy failing to elicit any sympathy from his parents.

After speaking, Lin Chaoyan looked at the silent Nanshan and chose to shut up.

The next second, Nanshan suddenly covered her face and burst into tears, "Waaah...they're so pitiful! Although I was scolded and disciplined by my father, I've always been pampered and taught by renowned teachers since I was a child. I've never suffered like this..."

The more Lin Chaoyan listened to this compilation, the more speechless she became, and the more she felt that he was living a life of privilege and didn't know how lucky he was.

"Alright! If you cry again, you'll fall apart!" As he cried, his figure became increasingly unstable, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"How can you be so cold-hearted, girl? Don't you feel sorry for them?" Nanshan asked suspiciously after steadying herself.

"They don't need your undeserving pity and tears." Pity? So what? Who among you here isn't pitiful? Respecting them means not pitying them.

…“You cultivate the path of ruthlessness, don’t you!” Although what he said made sense, his reaction was far too cold!

Lin Chaoyan herself had almost forgotten the ruthless way! To be seemingly heartless while still being affectionate, to be able to take things up and put them down – this was Lin Chaoyan's ruthless way.

She's capable of both taking things on and letting them go, and she's still trying.

"I'm too sentimental when it comes to relationships, and I haven't quite corrected that yet!" Lin Chaoyan knows she has problems with her narrow-mindedness and overly affected personality. But changing them won't be easy.

"Alright! Tell me about your instrument!" It looks ordinary on the surface, but the material it is made of is special, and the strings have been sharpened, emitting a strong chill.

"You already have a lightning spiritual root, swordsmanship, formations, and now you want to practice sound cultivation... Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?" He thought the girl in front of him was quite eager to learn.

"Do you think there are many ways to save your life? Besides, if it's not suitable for me, I can teach it to someone who is suitable. I can't just leave it in the warehouse to sleep, can I? Do you want it to gather dust in the warehouse?" Regardless of whether you can master it or not, you can master it one day by practicing slowly.

"Here you go," the sheet music transformed into countless tiny stars, gathering at his fingertips, coalescing into a ball, and finally being placed between Lin Chaoyan's eyebrows.