Responsibility and a New Registration

Time really passed slowly. Feeling the soreness in his hands and body, Tang San could not help sighing again.

With the king's birthday approaching, Tang Ling had become quite busy despite being an insignificant figure, simply because she was a princess.

In previous years, Tang Ling had never attended royal banquets because she was too young. But this year was different. Having already passed her third birthday and being nominally five years old, Tang Ling was already considered an "adult" by the royal family.

Sure enough, early that morning, the steward Roger called Tang Ling out of Tang San's room to discuss attending the banquet the day after tomorrow.

Knowing it was important business, Tang Ling summoned Little Heavenly Dao and left without hesitation.

"Since Ling'er left, you've sighed eight hundred times already. Take a break." Little Heavenly Dao floated above Tang San's head and spoke mournfully in an exaggerated tone.

"What is Senior Sister doing now?" Ignoring it, Tang San instead looked toward the distant window and murmured softly.

"Picking out clothes." Seeing that he ignored it, Little Heavenly Dao did not mind. It floated back to the table, lay down in the Spirit Gathering Disc, and answered its son's question.

"How do you know?" Tang San looked astonished.

"Because I have divine sense, so I can see! And I'm the Heavenly Dao! I know everything in heaven and earth. Didn't you know?" Little Heavenly Dao was no less surprised than he was. The bead-like eyes on its round face widened into perfect circles.

"I didn't." After a moment of silence, Tang San decided to answer honestly. Then he looked at it somewhat ashamedly. He really knew too little about the Heavenly Dao.

It treated him so well, yet he did not understand it at all...

"Then you know now, right? I'm very impressive!" Little Heavenly Dao failed to notice his emotions. Instead, it eagerly drifted to Tang San's pillow and proudly introduced itself.

"My origin covers this entire world. It's only because I was injured and can use less power that I became a little ball.

So don't think I'm not impressive. If anything comes up, feel free to trouble me!"

As it spoke, Little Heavenly Dao excitedly swayed its body and looked at Tang San expectantly. It could finally show its greatness in front of its son. It was so nervous, so excited!

"Then can you tell me what a Son of the Heavenly Dao is supposed to do?" Under Little Heavenly Dao's expectant gaze, Tang San cautiously asked.

"Of course, of course!" Little Heavenly Dao swiftly pulled out a transparent panel and showed it to him.

Son of the Heavenly Dao: Simply put, he is my son.

Because the world is not unchanging, and I usually cannot personally bring about changes in the world, I must bestow blessings upon someone and grant him the identity of Son of the Heavenly Dao.

Those who accept this identity can receive my guidance in the unseen, then guide the world and keep its course running normally.

"So the world's course is the responsibility of you and me?" Tang San nodded in understanding.

Then he looked at Little Heavenly Dao in confusion. "Then why did Senior Sister say that those things were her mission? Is she a Daughter of the Heavenly Dao?"

"No, no, no! Ling'er is not a Daughter of the Heavenly Dao! Don't spout nonsense!" Little Heavenly Dao nodded in agreement one second, then desperately denied it the next.

The Grand Dao had always been amiable, but it was especially stingy regarding matters involving her daughter. If it did not immediately deny those words, it would be summoned for tea.

Who did not know about how Heavenly Dao Technology LQFS099 had been struck by lightning by the Grand Dao because it did not want Ling'er to leave its world?

(The Heavenly Dao mentioned here was the first world Tang Ling stayed in, a vast world of technological cultivation and spiritual energy revival.)

Thinking this, Little Heavenly Dao hurriedly explained to Tang San, "Ling'er is the Daughter of the Grand Dao. She came here to help me, so her mission is the same as our responsibility."

"Came here?" Tang San murmured. Then his face turned pale. After hesitating for a moment, he still asked, "Then once the mission is complete, will Senior Sister leave?"

"No!"

Little Heavenly Dao's immediate denial made Tang San let out a breath of relief.

"My world is so fun. Ling'er will definitely stay for a long time!" Little Heavenly Dao proudly puffed out its nonexistent little chest, completely unaware that its son had just died and come back to life.

"Indeed, this world is quite interesting." Tang Ling's voice came from outside the door, drawing everyone's attention inside the room toward it at once.

"Ling'er, you're done already? That's wonderful! I missed you so much!" Seeing her enter, Little Heavenly Dao shot forward and pounced onto Tang Ling's head, wriggling excitedly.

Feeling its movements, as well as the sparkling gaze from the bed in the inner room, Tang Ling laughed helplessly. "I was only gone for a little while. Why does it seem as though it has been ages to the two of you?"

Then she grabbed Little Heavenly Dao, sat in the chair beside the bed, and teased, "What would you two do if I went out to handle business and was gone all day?"

"Easy. I'll just keep following Senior Sister!" Tang San said seriously. Then, beneath Tang Ling's gaze, he slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard.

"You've recovered quite well!" Tang Ling nodded approvingly. "Then the day after tomorrow, you can get your new registration."

Hearing her praise, Tang San smiled happily, then tilted his head in confusion. "What new regis... tration?" He quickly swallowed the word "household registry." Although he knew some of Senior Sister's new terms, he was still not used to saying them.

"The day after tomorrow is the birthday of the Balak Kingdom's king. I'll be attending the banquet on behalf of Chloe Princess Manor, and you will be introduced to the royal family as my father's disciple." Tang Ling took out an invitation and handed it to Tang San.

Tang San accepted the luxurious black invitation with gold trim but did not examine it closely. Instead, he asked another question. "Did Uncle ever really take a disciple?"

"Why is your focus so strange?" Tang Ling laughed, flicked his forehead with a finger, and explained, "This is to separate you from your previous identity. It doesn't mean you are replacing someone.

My mother is King Kundera's cousin, while my father was an orphan. I took my father's surname, so it is best for your identity to be attached to my father's name.

And since you have always called me Senior Sister, you will not need to change how you address me. Only your name for outsiders needs to change."

"Then call me Tang Xuan." Watching Tang Ling's smile, Tang San immediately replied, "After all, A-Xuan counts as one of my names."

"But A-Xuan is how only I call you." Tang Ling, whose train of thought had been interrupted while naming him, retorted somewhat gloomily.

"Then we can say that, in memory of my mother, I prefer people to call me Tang San, while Tang Xuan, the name my master gave me, can belong solely to you." Tang San calmly laid out the story he had made up and looked at Tang Ling with a serious expression.

No matter what, he wanted this name that connected him to Senior Sister.

With that thought, Tang San revealed an obedient smile, grabbed Tang Ling's sleeve, and silently stared at her with sparkling eyes.

Tang Ling... what could Tang Ling do? Seeing this, she could only compromise.

"You miss the Tang Sect that much? You even want your name to commemorate Xuanling Continent." Tang Ling nodded helplessly, smiling as she tapped Tang San's head. "It's good to be nostalgic sometimes. Then you'll be called Tang Xuan."

"But when you make friends, be sure to explain it properly. If I hear anyone call you A-Xuan, I'll change what I call you to Little Three." Tang Ling blinked mischievously at Tang San.

After spending so much time with Tang Ling, Tang San knew that "Little Three" was not a word with a good meaning in her eyes.

So Tang San did not mind others calling him that, but if the words came from his own Senior Sister's mouth, they made goosebumps rise all over him.

"I promise!" Tang San tested the waters, then swiftly raised his arm and held up three fingers with a solemn expression.

"Good. I'll remember that." Tang Ling answered seriously. She had always been possessive, and even over a form of address, she would fuss if it was something she cared about. Therefore, Tang San's actions suited her perfectly.

On Tang San's side, having gained his Senior Sister's agreement, he secretly rejoiced. Although Senior Sister did not understand his intentions, only the two of them knew about Xuanling Continent. It was a secret that belonged solely to them.

Moreover, having a name connected to Senior Sister's name truly made him both shy and happy.

Thinking this, Tang San's ears turned red.

Little Heavenly Dao, watching from the side: How did these two somehow end up satisfied when they were clearly talking past each other?