Vice Tower Master Returned with a Child

After an unknown amount of time, Dai Yuhao's consciousness slowly surfaced from the murky darkness.

The first thing he felt was a dull pain in his shoulder, but the moment he tried to move, his body froze. An involuntary gasp slipped from his mouth. "Hiss..."

He opened his eyes, only to be slightly stunned by the brightness before him.

Had he slept through the whole night? Was it already morning?

But the pain flaring up all over his body quickly jolted him fully awake.

Enduring his discomfort, he struggled to prop himself up into a sitting position. Then he froze.

This... was not his home.

The room was not large, yet everything within it felt unfamiliar and spotless.

The four walls were immaculate white, with glowing spheres embedded in them. Like tiny suns, they brightly illuminated the entire room.

The bed beneath him was unbelievably soft, covered in clean white sheets. He had never experienced such warm, gentle softness before.

And what drew all of his attention was the person quietly seated in a chair beside the bed.

A beautiful Auntie with flame-red hair, beautiful enough to seem unreal.

She was watching him with a calm gaze that betrayed no emotion.

Dai Yuhao subconsciously pressed his lips together, his tiny hand unconsciously clutching the sheet beneath him.

After several seconds of silence, he finally gathered a little courage and asked softly, "A-Auntie... where is this?"

Faced with Dai Yuhao's timid, battered appearance, Leng Yaozhu ultimately could not maintain her usual aloofness.

Her expression softened, and a gentle curve appeared at her lips. Her voice became tender as well. "Kid, this is the Spirit Pagoda in Old Star Luo City."

"The Spirit Pagoda..." Dai Yuhao repeated in a low voice, but his eyes abruptly lit up at the words "Star Luo City."

He remembered Mom mentioning that their home was not far outside Star Luo City.

He could not help leaning forward, saying eagerly, "My home... my home is outside Star Luo City!"

Leng Yaozhu's eyes flickered slightly as she quietly noted that information. Following his words, she gently asked, "Then what is your name? How did you come here alone?"

Dai Yuhao only wanted to return home quickly, so he answered honestly, "My name is Dai Yuhao. I remember... I fell asleep at home, and when I woke up, I was here."

"Dai... Yuhao."

Leng Yaozhu softly repeated the name, and an immensely deep shock suddenly flashed through her eyes.

As the Vice Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda, she was exceptionally sensitive to the two characters "Yuhao."

The First Generation Tower Master who had founded the Spirit Pagoda, the legendary figure who had ultimately become a god, was named Huo Yuhao.

And according to what she knew, Huo Yuhao had come from the Star Luo Dai Clan. Therefore, his original name had been... Dai Yuhao.

A child with the same name and surname as a legend from Ten Thousand Years Ago had appeared before her in such a bizarre manner. In her eyes, this could not possibly be a coincidence.

Could this Dai Yuhao have come from the Star Luo Continent? Was he a member of Star Luo's imperial family?

But judging from his clothing and the obvious injuries on his body, he should have come from an ordinary background, shouldn't he?

Countless questions and speculations rapidly intertwined in her mind, but none showed on her face.

Though she had yet to unravel the truth of the matter, she was already certain of one thing: an extremely complicated entanglement had to lie behind this.

At that moment, Dai Yuhao's voice interrupted her thoughts.

He clenched the white bedsheet beneath him, his eyes reddening slightly as he spoke in a voice full of anxiety. "Beautiful Auntie... I want to go home... I miss Mom..."

Looking into those clear eyes brimming with tears, Leng Yaozhu frowned faintly.

With her cultivation, she could naturally tell that this child posed no threat whatsoever. He was simply a battered young child who missed his mother.

But precisely because of that, everything seemed even stranger.

Who exactly was manipulating all this from behind the scenes?

And what was their purpose in sending this child before her?

As she pondered, she extended a hand, her fingertips gently brushing through the child's soft hair. Her voice remained warm.

"Don't be afraid... Auntie will help you."

Afterward, Leng Yaozhu used every means at her disposal, repeatedly probing Dai Yuhao's background from different angles.

However, the child before her was only three years old. He did not understand many words and had no clear awareness of his own identity.

He could only rely on his limited memories and vocabulary to describe scattered fragments.

Mom worked in a "very big house" and returned very late every day.

They lived in a small courtyard beside that house, and he had never gone anywhere beyond the courtyard.

As for his father, the child's clear eyes held only confusion... He had never seen him, but Mom always smiled whenever she mentioned him.

By the end of her questions, Leng Yaozhu looked at Dai Yuhao's little face, slightly furrowed from trying hard to remember, and could not help sighing helplessly.

The useful information she had obtained was ultimately very limited.

The only thing certain was that the child and his mother depended on each other for survival. They lived in an attached courtyard of some grand residence, held low status, and were often oppressed and bullied.

As for the child's father, it sounded as though he was dead. Otherwise, how could he have gone three years without seeing his wife and child?

It was only natural for a child to miss home and Mom, but children were also the easiest to coax.

Leng Yaozhu herself had never expected that she possessed such patience and ingenuity when it came to placating a child.

She always managed to bring out all sorts of novel things to attract Dai Yuhao's attention, gradually making him stop crying about going home to find Mom.

On his second day in this world, Leng Yaozhu took Dai Yuhao's little hand and walked out through the gates of the Spirit Pagoda.

Outside, the three tower masters and vice tower masters of the Old Star Luo City Branch Tower were already waiting to see them off.

Before leaving, Leng Yaozhu stopped and swept her gaze over the three men, all wearing eager smiles.

"What happened yesterday stays buried in your stomachs."

The three men's expressions turned solemn. Naturally, they understood that she was referring to Dai Yuhao's sudden appearance out of thin air yesterday.

Facing this powerful Vice Tower Master, who wielded immense authority, the three naturally did not dare voice the slightest objection. They immediately bowed their heads and answered in unison, "Yes, we understand."

Leng Yaozhu said nothing more. Holding Dai Yuhao's hand as he looked around in bewilderment, she headed straight for the Soul Guidance Car waiting nearby.

The car door closed soundlessly, shutting out every outside gaze and speculation.

Ever since Dai Yuhao could remember, he had barely taken more than a few steps outside his own tiny courtyard.

Now, seated on the soft rear seat of the Soul Guidance Car, the ever-changing world beyond the window was like a series of fantastical paintings rapidly unfurling before him.

Towering buildings, bustling crowds, dazzling Soul Guidance Signboards...

Unfamiliar sights surged into his clear eyes like a tide, making him let out short, astonished cries from time to time.

Everything was challenging the boundaries of his childish understanding, bringing a near-dizzying sense of novelty and shock.

Beside him, Leng Yaozhu silently watched it all. The succession of childish exclamations in her ears caused even a trace of softness to pass through her usually cool eyes, one she herself did not notice.

A three-year-old child was at an age when he could fall asleep at any moment. By the time the Soul Guidance Car entered Shrek City and finally stopped beneath the Spirit Pagoda,

Dai Yuhao had already slumped against her side, his little head resting on her long, jade-like legs. His breathing was light and even as he slept soundly.

Leng Yaozhu lowered her head to look at the little face in her lap. She did not wake him immediately, instead carefully adjusting her posture and gathering his entire body into her arms.

Carrying Dai Yuhao, Leng Yaozhu stepped out of the car. Ignoring the gazes cast her way, she walked straight into the Spirit Pagoda.

She swiftly crossed the broad first-floor hall, turning a blind eye to the undisguised astonishment on the faces of the staff she passed, and entered a private elevator.

The numbers silently climbed before finally stopping at the 121st floor, Leng Yaozhu's private space.

Yet during her journey here, she had already stirred silent waves throughout the Spirit Pagoda.

Vice Tower Master Leng, the Spirit Pagoda's foremost beauty, who had always been known for her cold and distant demeanor, had actually returned carrying a young child.

The witnesses exchanged incredulous looks, while hushed whispers full of excitement and curiosity spread swiftly like ripples across water.

The news seemed to grow wings, quickly spreading throughout the Spirit Pagoda headquarters!