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

As the year turned to new year, Yin Fusheng quietly hid in the stillness of the deep winter.

When spring returns, the courtyard will once again be as lively as it used to be.

The arrival of a new child brought just as much excitement to the family as when little Zhang Qiling first arrived!

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As times progress, the Ghost Spirit Sect's technological advancements have never ceased; the number of convenient facilities for caring for young children alone has increased immeasurably.

The ingenious gadgets for entertaining children are endless; if it weren't for the little ones helping to organize them, Ms. Jie Yun's storeroom would be overflowing!

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Little Jieyuchen, who is almost one year old, has changed almost every day from babbling to taking her first steps. At first glance, she has grown quite a bit.

Sweet and chewy, like a soft glutinous rice ball, it naturally became a treasure in the palms of Wei Wuxian, his "cheap master," and his fellow disciples.

It's not uncommon for men to have long, hidden hair, and no one would be so reckless as to speak rudely to them. This naturally helps Xie Yuchen avoid a major hardship during her confused adolescence!

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Our innocent and adorable little flower has two cute little pigtails on her head. She's always cheerful and carefree, which melts your heart.

The sunlight slanted across the blue brick floor outside the corridor, bathing the entire courtyard in an amber-colored, languid tranquility.

A burst of lively laughter suddenly rang out, breaking the silence—

Oh, it's a little guest coming to visit!

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The hidden garden is brimming with vitality; the crabapple blossoms in the courtyard are blooming wildly. Just a few days ago, the trees were covered in pale pink blossoms like clouds, but now, with a gust of wind, the petals flutter down relentlessly, like an overly generous rain of rouge.

Because the little one loved it and would giggle at the sight of it, Jin Yan, who had transplanted it, used her spiritual power to extend the flowering period by two months.

Recently, Xiaoyuchen discovered something new—a castle. Although it was obvious at first glance that Zhisheng's favorite style was basically full of hidden secrets.

But in reality, to the group of young humans dressed in ancient Chinese style around him, he was practically a rare find.

It was precisely because of this enthusiasm that the crabapple tree was "out of favor" and granted a "vacation".

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By now, most of the flowers on the branches have fallen, leaving only a few sparse, withered blossoms clinging forlornly among the deep green leaves, exuding a serene tranquility as if they have washed away all their splendor and are about to bid farewell to their dazzling beauty.

Most of the fallen flowers were picked by Zhiyun and used to make flower cakes or in medicine; they found their own use...

The remaining, discarded petals, thin and dehydrated, curled up on the damp mud or embedded in the velvety moss in the cracks between bricks, their color faded to a pale pinkish-white like old silk.

The subtle fragrance lingered, carried by the warm afternoon breeze, floating in the air—a dreamlike scent, almost fading away.

Accompanied by the clear, innocent laughter of children, Wei Wuxian felt that everything around him was sweet, just like the milky fragrance on the little flower, as if it had all been "marinated" in his body.

Leaning against a vermilion pillar, one leg bent, hand casually resting on his knee.

Xianxian's gaze was unfocused, following the small, unsteady figure in the courtyard.

After all, once someone calls you "Master," you must shoulder that responsibility, acting as both teacher and father.

The father who experienced the painless process of becoming a dad is also heartbroken!

Wei Wuxian has only ever raised children from the cultivation world. Since the world dimensions are different, they're bound to be more resilient.

The children in this world who come from the Zhang family's Qilin minor official bloodline are an exception. In terms of physical strength, they are not even on the same level, OK?

Little Jieyuchen is the first adorable baby in his normal growth cycle; it would be a lie to say I'm not nervous.

Wei Wuxian had boasted that he would definitely raise Master Jie to be plump and healthy; he couldn't let Master Yu's reputation suffer!

Besides, the little flower cub had only just turned one year old and was still unsteady on its feet, yet it was eager to catch those new white butterflies.

The butterfly seemed to be teasing him; each time his chubby little hand just reached out, it would flutter its wings and glide away lightly, leading him, stumbling and falling, from one crabapple tree to another.

The bright sunlight filtered through the leaves, dancing on his brand-new, light red silk shirt, making one's eyes dizzy.

The child babbled incoherently, his joy and anxiety a mix no one could understand. His round, chubby face was flushed red from running, and his forehead was damp with sweat, which clung to his full brow.

Wei Wuxian twitched his fingers slightly, and a gentle breeze swept by, blowing away the few strands of soft, matted hair that were stuck together.

The little creature, completely absorbed in its pursuit of the butterfly, was oblivious to Wei Wuxian's presence. Wei Wuxian didn't stop it, but simply watched with a smile, shaking his head helplessly.

The butterflies, perhaps tired from flying, folded their wings and gracefully landed on the drying trays for herbs placed under the eaves.

The tray held freshly picked honeysuckle vines, their semi-dried golden and silver flowers dotted with emerald green leaves, releasing a bittersweet herbal aroma in the sunlight.

The butterfly alighted, its wings occasionally fluttering very slightly, as if it had become one with the tranquility of the courtyard...

Children always have boundless energy, but little Yu Chen had already given up chasing after him, his small body now standing firmly.

Turning her head—perhaps from running, her cheeks were even rosier, like two ripe little crabapples.

He discovered a new "treasure": clutching a handmade candy he'd found sometime during the day, surely left there by one of his fellow disciples to appease him, only to forget about it later.

If Wei Wuxian had hidden it, he would have eaten it long ago!

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The sugar was wrapped in smooth rice paper, through which the caramelized color of the maltose inside was faintly visible.

With her head tied in a little bun, she lowered it and carefully examined her little hands for a while. Then she raised her head again, her bright black eyes searching the courtyard before finally settling on Wei Wuxian under the eaves.

The kind-hearted boy thought it was a surprise from his master, and immediately, beaming with delight, he toddled towards Wei Wuxian, looking incredibly adorable.

Ms. Xie Yun's early childhood education is clearly very effective. Although the formal apprenticeship ceremony has not yet taken place, the little guy is already sweetly calling her "Master," "Master" incessantly.

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She grinned sweetly, revealing her newly sprouted, tiny baby teeth, her smile pure and innocent, a genuine joy born from discovering something wonderful and eager to share it.

The little boy stopped looking at the butterflies and ignored whether the ground was level. Holding the tiny candy, he walked towards Wei Wuxian, taking hesitant steps, swaying but with unwavering determination.

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The sunlight cast a short, adorable shadow behind Xiao Jieyuchen.

Looking at the swaying little figure, Wei Wuxian suddenly remembered how the child had tugged at his clothes a few days ago, his eyes sparkling as he "told" him something.

For children whose pronunciation isn't very clear, Wei Wuxian put in a lot of effort to translate long and difficult sentences, which were nothing more than...

"Master~ I'll let you in on a secret, I've discovered you can fly!"

She even gestured with her little finger with great seriousness, "My aunt and uncle both disappear in a flash, but my master can fly!"

Neither the blind uncle nor the quiet older brother can do it!

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Recalling that smug look, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but facepalm, feeling both amused and helpless.

Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "After all, switching back from physical body to soul is naturally faster. Only an honest cultivator like me has to use a sword."

You just had to catch me, kid. You act like you've discovered a new continent. You've been talking about this for so long, and you still can't forget it.

If Aqi knew about this "comment," he'd probably jump up and cry foul, and then give him another dressing down: "You little brat, showing favoritism!"

First of all, I can see it. Secondly, why am I the uncle, while the mute Zhang is the older brother?

If the minor official were present, he would most likely immediately expose her shortcomings with a blank expression: "Because of your bad character, you know how many times you've scared that little flower boy to tears with those sunglasses."

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It is well known that bad people look old.

hiahuaihia~

The wind continued to blow softly, swirling up the last few fallen crabapple petals, sending them twirling in the air and carrying the innocent laughter even further away...

Fortunately, due to Mr. Yu's high-profile actions, the turmoil in the underworld has not yet subsided.

The blind in the south and the mute in the north were all in high demand and everyone was working together. Didn't you hear about the little flower's big discovery?

A war was averted

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