Private Diary
"Alright, that works too. You can go to the Goddess of Beauty's Palace later."
Wuma Xiu nodded his little head and sat back in his lap.
Thank God.
Si Ting silently hugged Wuma Xiu tighter.
He had read all the Clan Leader's diaries that had been passed down from the Age of Age of the Gods.
The handwritten notes left by the successive Clan Leaders of the Jade Qilin Clan filled an entire bookshelf in the secret room of the ancestral hall.
Parchment, jade slips, starlight rubbings...
In short, there are many different shapes and forms.
He used to hold these in his arms countless times when he was young.
Imagine what it must feel like to Gods, serve, and follow the Gods those words.
The Clan Leader used every eloquent phrase to describe the unattainable height of the Gods, and recorded with the utmost piety the fear and glory they felt when serving Gods.
The words are filled with reverence.
At the time, he just thought the words were too exaggerated.
Gods are naturally noble, majestic, and inviolable, but why should it take a lifetime of courage just to look up at them?
Unfortunately, in his generation, God remained asleep.
On the day he became the Clan Leader, he discovered a secret chamber that only the Clan Leader could enter.
Inside were surprisingly the private diaries of successive Clan Leaders.
The contents recorded inside were completely different from their diaries.
If it weren't for the handwriting, Si Ting would have doubted its authenticity.
The one who impressed Si Ting the most was the 999th clan Clan Leader. He was highly respected among all the Clan Leader, and his achievements and notes have been passed down from generation to generation.
This Clan Leader was calm, wise, and composed, and handled clan affairs with swift and decisive action.
They don't even flinch in the face of any great storm.
In his youth, Si Ting almost idolized this Clan Leader chief.
That person is the kind of person he most wants to become.
It wasn't until he personally opened the diary he had left behind and read it page by page that he finally understood.
That filter shattered completely.
Forget about being aloof and wise; this dignified Clan Leader's biggest daily worry was what God meant by giving him an extra glance that day.
So much so that he tossed and turned until midnight, then got up to drink alone under the moon.
They even tried to get Dark Night involved in the analysis.
But unfortunately, the Dark Night ignored him at that time.
He wrote a short essay of three thousand words and put it in his diary.
The core idea of the entire piece can be summed up in one sentence: God is so beautiful today.
Compared to those suitors who coveted the Goddess of Beauty chased after her, this Clan Leader seemed to have only an additional legitimate identity of "serving the Gods," but deep down he was still that fool who would be dizzy with envy at the sight of the Goddess of Beauty.
Si Ting closed his diary and remained silent for a long time in the secret room.
The filter shattered on the ground; there's no way to pick it up again.
That day he also understood why only the Clan Leader could enter this secret room.
If other tribesmen saw this, the image of the Jade Qilin Clan's Clan Leader would likely collapse collectively.
However, since the god went into slumber, the subsequent Clan Leaders have stopped writing. It's not that they didn't want to write, but rather that with the Gods gone, there was nothing left to write about, and they couldn't just keep a diary.
Si Ting lowered his eyes, looking at the god in his arms, and thought that now he could start writing again.
At that moment, he suddenly understood the mentality of those Clan Leader who kept private diaries.
It was a completely uncontrollable urge to show off.
The clan affairs official's legs were shaking.
Ever since he heard the word "god" from his clan Clan Leader, he felt his vision blurring in waves, and it was only thanks to his years of professional training that he didn't collapse to the ground on the spot.
God.
So that's how it is. This is the Gods that their Jade Qilin Clan has served for generations. He grew up in the clan and knew the records about the Goddess of Beauty in the Classics by heart, but he never thought that he would be able to see the Gods descend in his lifetime.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the small figure nestled in Si Ting's arms, and in his heart, he thanked his parents, grandparents... and even his cousin from the neighboring galaxy.
He's made something of himself; he actually met a god.
This is a god!
In fact, it wasn't just the clan affairs officer who was in charge.
The Jade Qilin Clan members, who should have been intently watching the trial in the square, were now in the square.
At this moment, their gazes all seemed to drift towards the high platform, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Who is that little baby in the Clan Leader's arms?
How did she get born so beautiful?
Those big eyes blinked, and even from halfway across the square, I felt something soft bump against my heart.
Why am I not the one holding the baby?
I want to hug you (づ′▽`)づ.
On the trial platform, Si Lin and Si Yan were locked in a fierce battle.
The Dark Night danced in his hands like an ink dragon, the Spear Ray sharp as falling stars, forcing Si Yan to retreat step by step.
His peripheral vision occasionally swept over the small figure on the high platform, each time he glanced at it.
They all happened to run into Wuma Xiu's gaze as he looked in their direction.
The moment their eyes met, Si Lin's aura surged, his Spear Ray gleamed brighter than before, his steps quickened, and his entire being exuded an unreserved youthful spirit.
He was using every Spear Ray to tell that Gods.
See? I don't need to wait until I grow up; I'm already dazzling enough.
Without a doubt, Si Lin won the contest.
No one was surprised by this result.
It's not because Si Yan isn't good enough; on the contrary, the fact that Si Yan made it to the final round proves that he is the most outstanding among his peers besides Si Lin.
But Si Lin held Dark Night in his hand, a divine artifact bestowed upon him by the gods themselves.
If you can't even beat Dark Night, then you're truly useless.
He's not even worthy of touching this gun again, let alone the position of Clan Leader.
Si Yan stood up from the ground, her long hair draped loosely over her shoulders.
He was covered in a mess, but there was no anger or resentment on his face.
"You win. As the Clan Leader's son, you ran away for your own sake back then, and you've returned not because of us. Therefore, I don't approve of you. If you truly want to swear to be the Clan Leader, then show us your actions and earn our respect."
After Si Yan finished speaking, he turned around and jumped off the trial platform without waiting for Si Lin's reply.
The testing platform suddenly became very quiet.
A breeze swept across the square, causing the wisps of hair on Si Lin's forehead to sway slightly.
He gripped the Dark Night tightly.
A moment later he raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers touching his chest.
That is the most solemn gesture in the Federation military salute.
It is both a vow and a promise.
"Now that I've returned to be the Clan Leader, I will take responsibility for you, regardless of the reason."
"I swear on the honor of my former position as Federation Major General."
Below the stage, Si Yan paused slightly.
The title of "former Federation Major General" carried far more weight in his ears than he had anticipated.
Oh, it's you.
Si Yan didn't turn around; he simply raised his right hand and casually waved it twice in the direction behind him.
Then he withdrew his hand and continued walking forward.
The results are in.
Si Ting stood up from the main seat on the high platform, holding Wuma Xiu in his arms, and jumped directly off the platform, which was dozens of meters high.
Upon landing, their robes billowed like clouds, and their boots touched the ground silently.
He stood in the center of the trial platform, facing Si Lin.
The father and son, who hadn't seen each other for ten years, stood just a few steps apart, their eyes meeting.
All eyes of the surrounding Jade Qilin Clan members were focused on this spot.
"From this day forward, you will be the 1,683rd Clan Leader of the Jade Qilin Clan."