"What?! Aoxue, I actually have another child???"

Seven days later, at the entrance of Qingcheng.

"Tsk, Qian Duoduo, could you stand a little further away? You're blocking my way from seeing Shen off."

"You old bastard Chen, do you think I don't feel disgusted just looking at you?"

Qian Duoduo and Chen Wanli glared at each other. Ever since the sticky incident seven days ago, the two had grown to dislike each other.

Although it took an hour or two for their hands to finally separate, the thought still sent chills down their spines and made them feel like they had a fishbone stuck in their throats.

"Ugh! I can't be bothered arguing with you."

Qian Duoduo took two steps to the side with disdain and looked at Qian Hengduo, who was standing next to Shen Shuan.

"Hengduo, after you go to the Holy Bright Sect, listen to your sister Shu'an, okay?"

Qian Hengduo, dressed as a scholar, stood beside Shen Shuan, listening to his grandfather's words without the slightest dissatisfaction.

"Yes, Grandpa, Hengduo will listen to Sister Shu'an and study hard, striving forward in the pursuit of knowledge!"

Qian Duoduo was nodding in satisfaction, but after hearing the second half of Qian Hengduo's sentence, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Well, that's not necessary," Qian Duoduo said with a complicated expression. "Hengduo, once you get to the sect, if there are other paths that suit you, it's good to switch to them as soon as possible."

As soon as Qian Duoduo finished speaking, everyone present nodded in agreement.

  

Even the reclusive sparrows perched on the branches had serious little faces and nodded their heads.

"Why do you say that, Grandpa!"

Only Qian Hengduo looked aggrieved. In the past week, he had cultivated another half foot of literary energy, and now he was a literary cultivator with six feet of literary energy.

Although he is still very weak, he believes he has a bright future.

"Grandpa, please don't say anymore. Your grandson will definitely live up to your expectations and strive forward!"

Qian Duoduo: "?"

Qian Duoduo really wanted to say that she didn't actually have any expectations.

But seeing Qian Hengduo's indignant expression, he swallowed his words.

"My grandson is about to leave home today, and I am moved to write a poem."

Qian Duoduo: "???"

Qian Duoduo extended Er Kang's hand, "How about we stop, Hengduo?"

Grandson, it wasn't easy for you to cultivate half a foot of literary energy in seven days.

Shen Shu'an quickly and kindly advised, "Please, Brother Qian, even if you want to write, just write one as you feel like it. Don't use the 'Wenbao' (a literary treasure)."

The group has been visiting each other frequently this past week.

Shen Shuan asked herself, "Aside from being uncultured, Qian Hengduo is actually a pretty good person."

Xuan Yi nodded silently beside him and said, "Fellow Daoist Qian, the sentiment is enough."

His expression was somewhat conflicted. This person was not bad, but he was uncultured. How could a scholar be uncultured?

Qian Hengduo looked at everyone with disappointment, taking in their expressions, before turning away and letting out a long, dejected sigh.

"Alas, everyone, do you all think that my poetry, Qian Hengduo, is crude and laughable?"

"But, as the saying goes, 'A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days' absence.' This time, I'm sure I'll compose a fine poem!"

As he spoke, Qian Hengduo's heart was stirred, and his eyes welled up with tears.

This time, he will never lose his literary flair again!

With a wave of his hand, he took out his prized wolf-hair brush and splashed ink in the air to create a masterpiece—

"A Gift to Qingcheng at the Gate of Qingcheng"

"The mountains and waters of Qingcheng are green and verdant; today, after parting, I will tread upon the clouds."

"I fear neither the hardships ahead, nor will I forget the affection I felt here."

"This journey to the wise ruler is three thousand miles away; I will not pursue fine verses but rather fame through diligence."

Shen Shu'an was startled. She leaned back slightly, took half a step back, and braced herself against Xuan Yi's shoulder.

What?

This time, did she really misunderstand Qian Hengduo?

Damn it, prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain!

Everyone looked surprised, and Qian Duoduo's eyes reddened, her heart aching with emotion.

His grandson has finally grown up. He studies hard every night, and heaven has finally rewarded his grandson's diligence, as he has acquired some literary talent.

Qian Hengduo felt that his writing style not only did not decline this time, but also showed a faint upward trend.

With a sense of peace, he turned to face the crowd and resolutely wrote down the last line of his poem.

"Never give up despite all the stumbles and falls; write ten thousand poems and you'll naturally succeed."

In an instant, the poem was completed, and a white light flashed across the poem in the air.

In the end, Qian Hengduo was not penalized for his lack of literary talent; instead, his literary talent increased by half a foot.

Qian Hengduo sensed this and was overjoyed. He looked at Qian Duoduo and said, "Grandpa, I wasn't penalized for my lack of literary energy this time!"

Shen Shu'an, Xuan Yi, and everyone else: "OoO"

Tears streamed down Qian Duoduo's face as he rushed forward and grasped Qian Hengduo's hands, saying, "Hengduo, Grandpa doesn't ask how far you go on your cultivation journey, but I've seen your diligence. I believe you'll amount to something someday!"

Looking at the scene before her, Shen Shuan found her eyes suddenly welling up with tears.

Sigh, I'm still too sentimental.

However, when she turned her head, she saw three other people with equally bloodshot eyes.

Nian Qiuhua, Nian Guoyao, and Shen Wuming: "QAQ Waaah, so touching."

The three of them turned around and met Shen Shu'an's gaze. They also came forward to give her a lot of advice and instructions.

"An'er, don't worry about your trip. Your mother and father will take care of everything at home."

"An'er, I've packed all the food I made for you. The Holy Bright Sect isn't far from Qingcheng, so your father and mother can visit you once a week!"

"Yes, An'er, be careful on the journey. If anything happens, you can send a message home. Don't underestimate your grandfather just because he's old; he can still handle things!"

Shen Shu'an nodded with tears in her eyes, and hugged the three of them in turn, but once a week was no longer an option!

Xuan Yi watched calmly from the side, thinking it was none of his business. However, he didn't expect that after Shen Wuming and Shen Shu'an hugged, Shen Wuming would reach out and hug him as well.

Xuan Yi: "?"

"Sigh, Xuan Yi, although Uncle Shen doesn't say it, with you here, he actually feels a bit more at ease."

"Uncle knows you're a man of few words and a deep mind, but sometimes don't overthink things. When you're with An'er, just be happy, okay?"

Xuan Yi: "..."

"Okay, Uncle Shen."

Xuan Yi lowered his eyes silently, and Shen Shu'an, watching from the side, couldn't help but smile.

This person had long eyelashes when they were young, which made them look kind-hearted. Even now that they're grown up, they still have long eyelashes and lower their eyes when they're shy.

But what exactly does the Dragon King do? After ascending to heaven, shouldn't he know that he has a son?

Ascension doesn't mean two lifetimes have passed. Xuan Yi has been back in the Dragon Clan for three months now. Surely some news should have reached him by now?

……

Meanwhile, the Dragon King of the Upper Realm was staring in astonishment at Bai Aoxue's teleportation.

"What?! Aoxue, I actually have another child???"

At this moment, a dragon beside him stepped forward and interjected, "Really? So, we Xuan You Yao Longs actually have a bloodline?"

"Then I can rest assured."

Bai Aoxue: "..."

After two months of hard work, how come this is the kind of person I get when I finally make contact with the upper realm?