Published: March 9, 2025
“Eh?” Everyone was taken aback. What does this mean? How did it become 'little ancestor'? What generation is this?
Feng Yuru was already overjoyed and approached, clapping her hands, “I told you, you wouldn’t be able to give birth to such a beautiful child! Baby, can Auntie hold you?”
After more than ten thousand years without a child, Feng Yuru was already desperately longing for one. At this moment, upon seeing such a lovely little one, all the maternal instincts she had accumulated over the years were completely ignited.
The little one tilted his head and looked at Feng Yuru with his dark eyes, thinking: This auntie is really pretty, though not as pretty as my mom, but she’s still a big beauty. Hold me, hold me! Why aren’t you holding me? I want to quickly get away from that Old Ning Head; he smells bad...
So he naturally reached out in agreement.
Feng Yuru was immediately ecstatic, carefully hugging the little child, and with a “smack,” she kissed him on the cheek. The feeling was so delightful that she couldn’t help but give him a few more kisses, laughing uncontrollably.
The little one exclaimed, “Hey!” as he wiped his face with his hand, complaining, “I have a cleanliness obsession…”
Feng Yuru didn’t care about his cleanliness obsession at all, kissing him a few more times and refusing to let go, playfully pinching his little nose. The little one was helpless; what’s wrong with this auntie? Has she never seen a cute baby before?
“Who exactly is this little one? He isn’t your son, right? You must know his background,” Yue Lingxue also wanted to go tease him but held back.
“This little one is Chu Yang’s son…” Ning Tianya sighed, “This kid is simply a little troublemaker…”
“He’s my brother’s son?!” Chu Le’er’s big, dark eyes widened in shock, unable to believe her ears, “My brother actually has a son? Oh my god, but how is that possible? He has no time to have a child…”
Ning Tianya sneered, “You’re still young and know so little. Your brother is quite the playboy, always flirting around. What’s so surprising about having a child?”
The little one turned his head from Feng Yuru’s embrace and angrily threatened, “Old Ning Head, do you dare to insult my dad?!”
Ning Tianya looked pale and genuinely fell silent.
Looking around this world, Ning Tianya feared no one more than Law Sovereign or Chu Yang, but this seemingly cute little baby!
Chu Le’er rushed over, laughing uncontrollably, “No wonder I felt so familiar upon seeing you; you’re actually my nephew! Little one, quickly call me aunt! I’m your Le’er aunt.”
The little one blinked hesitantly and asked, “What benefits do I get for calling you aunt?”
Chu Le’er was immediately at a loss for words.
There were absolutely plenty of good things from Chu Le’er, but nothing seemed suitable for such a small child…
However, deep down, she felt very pleased: Mo Qingwu actually wanted to be my sister-in-law. Now look, my brother has a son; let’s see how she can become sister-in-law. It’s a pity this isn’t born from Sister Zi. Sister Zi is the boss, and this little one’s mom is the second; Mo Qingwu could at most be the third or possibly even the fourth…
…
Below, due to the sudden appearance of the little one, everyone began to discuss animatedly, and the scene instantly became lively, almost ignoring the fiery century-long battle above.
However, it seemed everyone had overlooked a very important point: how could this little one, only two or three years old, endure the overwhelming bloodshed? Previously, Ning Tianya had been carrying this little one while battling Ping Xiaoyun. The high-intensity atmosphere created by two ninth rank supreme experts seemed beyond the reach of even ordinary eighth grade supremes, right?
…
Above, the battle was gradually reaching a critical juncture.
After continuous fighting, everyone had sustained injuries, including Law Sovereign, who was now covered in wounds.