Tomb Raiders: After the Nine Gates Ancestor, they let loose and did whatever they wanted!

Daoist Yanling, carrying his wine gourd, leaned against a pillar in the corridor, watching his junior sister use a wooden hairpin to style her husband's hair. With remarkable foresight, he turned to find something to do for himself.

"Senior brother, you shameless scoundrel, you stole wine again!" Before Cangse could finish speaking, Yanling had already leaped onto the eaves, stepping on the bamboo shadows. The hem of his black robe folded like the wings of a black crane.

He brandished his empty wine gourd and raised an eyebrow at his junior sister: "How about half a cup of the freshly steamed pear soup on credit to pay for those thirty purple ginseng roots last time?"

Zangse paused slightly as she bent down to pick up the silver bell, and as she stood up, the subtle silver thread pattern on her sleeves shimmered: "No, we'll have to let Aying go to the private treasury and pick out one to make up the price."

"Deal! My nephew can take whatever he likes." The two siblings were both generous, and the decision was made happily.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Cangse saw his young son slip into his father's arms like a little silver fish. Otherwise, Wei Ying would have been incredibly shocked to hear about three hundred Purple Cloud Ginseng.

Aside from aristocratic families, it's extremely rare to find Ziyun ginseng that can produce such demanding growing conditions all at once; its age is likely also quite high.

Little Wei Ying: Today was another day I unintentionally discovered I'm a third-generation rich kid~

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Little Wei Ying clutched the jade pendant at his father Wei Changze's waist, tilting his head back and laughing, "Father's jade pendant glows!"

"This is the spiritual light contained within the barrier token of the mountain gate. Even after A-Ying descends the mountain, she will still possess it." (Unbeknownst to him)

As the grand-disciple of Baoshan Sanren, Wei Ying's spiritual power was also verified through facial recognition, making his father, Wei Changze, seem like the only outsider.

(′??? ) ?So no matter what surname you have, it can't replace the bloodline inheritance from your mother's family. A woman can guarantee that her child will definitely be hers.

Men always try to cover up their natural defects and justify themselves through various means.

Wei Changze, the father who essentially married into the family through a clandestine arrangement: My position in the family is obvious. Don't talk nonsense. I'm a good husband and a good father. Please speak up for me! ↗

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Yan Ling flicked her wide sleeves, and as the silver thread entangled the runaway wooden kite, she also scooped up the candied fruit from the table.

His senior brother, engrossed in cultivation, wouldn't be a third wheel in the family of three, and their master wasn't at the mountain gate either; otherwise, he could have found someone else to discuss how to kill the new evil spirits discovered during his night hunt.

Unable to get any attention, Daoist Yanling could only dejectedly decide to put it aside for now.

Go back and quickly rummage through the house to see what your little nephew likes and prepare it, so you can keep the adorable child here.

Yanling Daoist thought to himself, "Junior Sister's child must be tough. Little Wei Ying doesn't seem to cry much, does he?"

Zangse Sanren: Why didn't you want to take the little crybaby home and comfort her the other day?

( ? ? )?) I'm outta here!

As twilight crept over the eaves of the green-tiled roof, Wei Ying rested his head on his father's lap. Newly cut cotton cloth danced between the man's clumsy fingers, adding a few details.

The tiger stripes embroidered with gold thread were barely formed when the little guy snatched them away and placed them under his cheek.

The old cloth tigers on the desk tilted their heads, huddled together with the newly made cloth tigers, as if they were vying for something.

"Father, look!" Wei Ying suddenly sat up and poked the tiger's ear with his slender fingertips.

"Daddy, I'll tell you a secret~ The cloth tiger really can ward off nightmares..."

Cangse called for dinner, but when she saw her husband shake half of a cloth doll with a crooked embroidered claw out of his wide sleeve, she smiled wryly. It turned out to be a cloth tiger used to soothe children. *Failed version↘

Before the words were finished, the dark-colored wide sleeves fluttered slightly, and half of the embroidered crooked paw of the cloth doll slipped out from under the sleeves, its unfinished tiger tail sweeping over the empty teacup.

Zangse chuckled, pinching her son's cotton-puffed nose. "Perhaps this is a sleepy tiger?"

Before he finished speaking, little Wei Ying had already rushed to the stove with the new tiger in his hand, the colorful threads of the cloth tiger making his hair stick up in disarray.

"Daddy, look! The big tiger and the little tiger are only missing a mother tiger... just like us, a family of three!"

The new, lifelike cloth tigers, along with the two previously hidden in his sleeves, were mixed with Wei Ying's mumbled incoherent murmurs.

Oh dear~ Mischievous Xian, who speaks without thinking, got a beating~

(￣y▽￣)~* Cover your mouth and snicker

The crisp sound of the copper spoon striking the rim of the iron pot startled the cooking smoke. Cangse Sanren raised a bamboo stick as if to strike, but a gentle glint of water welled up in the corner of her eye.

The sweet scent of newly harvested wheat wafted in the twilight, and sparks from the stove crackled and splashed onto Wei Ying's upturned eyelashes, casting a warm golden hue on the light dancing in his eyes.

The copper bells on the eaves swayed gently in the breeze, crushing the childish promises into the fading light of dawn…

After all, thanks to the meticulous "special arrangements" made by Assistant 05, Xianzai'er has adapted remarkably well to her young body!

Although a complex look, unbecoming of her age, occasionally flashed in her clear eyes, it was quickly concealed by her sweet, innocent smile.

If it weren't for the occasional mechanical beeping of 05, Wei Ying himself would have been so engrossed in his work that he almost forgot about the existence of such a being residing within him.

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Children's emotions are as changeable as the weather in June, and with this adorable face inherited from childhood, it's practically the perfect disguise!

Wei Ying: I'm a sunny and cheerful little boy~↗

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