Three Years and Three More

The starry night over Aolai Coast remained brilliant, with the moon hanging high.

As the dust settled and a gentle rain began to fall, the Sea God Trident had revealed nothing but a few scraps of scrap metal!

Tang Wulin realized in an instant that the culprit had likely escaped, and his two opportunities to strike had been squandered for nothing.

Standing against the vast horizon, Tang Wulin crushed the bullet in his palm and let the night wind carry the dust toward the sea. No matter how much helplessness he felt inside, it ultimately faded into a sigh of an old man tethered to his stable.

Tang Wulin could only hope that no further complications would arise in the coming days; he had to save this final chance to strike for the sake of ambushing the Abyssal Sage Monarch and completing his ten-thousand-year grand plan.

Glancing down at the beach, he saw the couple huddled in place, shivering from the aftermath of the explosion, and in an instant, he saw the entirety of their lives.

Ordinary people, clean records, no major stains on their character, and devout believers of the Sea God—they would make an excellent foster family!

With that, Tang Wulin changed course and flew before Tang Ziran and Lang Yue. Simultaneously, his power began to dissipate as he voluntarily ended the "spirit possession" of Tang Wulin. The vicissitudes and cunning in the child's eyes vanished, replaced by the innocence and purity belonging to an infant.

His incoherent wailing soon drew the attention of Tang Ziran and his wife. How could an infant appear here?

Eh!

Tang Wulin's adorable appearance quickly ignited Lang Yue's maternal instincts. Since he was wild and ownerless, he must be a gift from the heavens to the Tang family!

It perfectly satisfied their regret of having no children in their middle age.

Three years later.

Shrek City, the Leng residence.

Under Leng Yaozhu's meticulous care, Su Jiu's injuries healed quickly, though it still took three years for him to awaken.

Yet, he was puzzled as to why his lower back felt so sore and weak...

Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was the red-haired woman sleeping lightly by the bedside. Time had left no mark on her face; she remained as beautiful and moving as ever, perhaps even possessing a newfound, mature allure.

At this moment, the formidable, high-flying career woman had shed her professional attire, leaving only the gentle, water-like neighborly sister. The faint dark circles under her eyes sent a warm current flowing through Su Jiu's heart.

He figured that Leng Yaozhu must have been exhausted from taking care of him.

"Sister Yaozhu, good morning!"

"Eh?! Ah, Ah Jiu, you're awake?!"

The familiar tone instantly roused Leng Yaozhu. She bolted upright, her first reaction not one of excitement, but of a guilty conscience! However, it lasted only a moment before she reverted to her usual gentle and virtuous self, a soft smile gracing her face.

Su Jiu noticed it, but he didn't pay it much mind. His gaze remained fixed on Leng Yaozhu's face—did she look different somehow?

"Ah, Ah Jiu, is there a flower on my face? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Leng Yaozhu joked on the surface, but inside, she was panicking. Had her little Ah Jiu discovered that she had been "snacking" on him for three years?

It didn't matter, though; she would just marry him. She had already prepared the dowry. Although she was a bit older, older women knew how to cherish their men, and she would just make it up to him later.

Su Jiu chuckled, his sunny, youthful appearance exactly what Leng Yaozhu yearned for.

"It's nothing, I just think Sister Yaozhu is even more beautiful than before, and perhaps a bit more womanly..."

"W-what are you saying! You dare to make lewd jokes with your sister now!"

"Eh, no, I didn't!"

Leng Yaozhu turned her head away, her cheeks burning slightly. It was fortunate he hadn't noticed, though she was unhappy that she wouldn't be able to "snack" on him anymore...

"By the way, Ah Jiu, who caused these injuries? Sister will go beat them back for you!"

"Eh eh eh! Sister, I forgot to tell you, your little brother found a child bride—she's very cute! But I ran into a blonde bully. Who would have thought that blonde was actually quite strong? Hahaha, and so I ended up covered in injuries..."

Su Jiu's half-joking words stirred a monstrous wave in Leng Yaozhu's heart. The smile on her lips stiffened instantly, and her phoenix eyes dimmed imperceptibly. The child husband she had raised had been snatched away by a blonde girl?

That was too much!

Wasn't this just bullying an honest person?

There was no such thing as cutting in line like this. She had finally raised this pig, and she had long since severed her unrealistic fantasies about Yun Ming. Now, she was just waiting for the right moment to seal the deal and live a happy life.

Yet, it had all collapsed halfway!

"Sister Yaozhu, why aren't you saying anything? By the way, what year and month is it? Sister..."

"Ah?!"

"Ah Jiu, what did you just say? Sister didn't hear you clearly."

Su Jiu sighed. Was Sister Yaozhu getting old, and her reactions slowing down? He felt a pang of heartache for her. She had raised him, and before he could properly repay her, she was already falling ill...

It seemed he would have to extort a Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew from the Tang Sect one day to help her recover.

However, the two of them were not on the same wavelength at all.

"It's not an important question, just what year is it?"

"Federal Calendar year 10003. Why are you asking that, Ah Jiu?"

"It seems I was in a coma for three years. Three years... it seems there are still three years left..."

Su Jiu looked inward. The worst-case scenario was that his three-word battle armor, the Night Wanderer, was practically scrapped—the kind that could never be worn again!

As for the rest, it only remains a matter of physical function, which will still require rehabilitation training to recover over time.

The good news, however, is plentiful: not only has his soul power not regressed, but it has actually reached level 92. The bones, muscles, and meridians that were shattered by the immense recoil of the Flame Demon Roar have not only fully recovered but have become even tougher than before. His spiritual power has also reached the mid-stage of the Spirit Domain realm; it seems A-Qi hasn't been slacking off behind the scenes...

A-Qi: ...

Helping you cultivate your spiritual power is helping you slack off, alright...

"Sister Leng Yaozhu, thank you for taking care of me these past three years. In another three years, I'll bring your future sister-in-law home."

Leng Yaozhu: "..."

"Haha, that, that would be for the best..."

Three years later, in an alleyway in Aolai City.

"A-Jiu, Na'er is hungry..."

"Hehe~"

A-Jiu snickered sneakily; this was exactly what it had been waiting for. Its display screen projected an incredibly serious yet helpless pixelated expression.

"Na'er, do you hate the feeling of being hungry?"

"A-Jiu, what normal person likes being hungry? A-Jiu always likes to ask Na'er these inexplicable questions, hmph~"

Little Na'er puffed out her cheeks and turned her head away in a huff, looking exactly like Auntie Puff when she was angry.

"Na'er, there's an opportunity now. As long as you act cute, you can loot some gold coins from a big brother, and you'll never have to worry about food or drink again!"

"Ah? A-Jiu, is, is this really okay?"

Na'er was somewhat tempted, but her kindness made her hesitate.

"Don't tell me, Na'er, you want A-Jiu to act cute? With the way A-Jiu looks, people will just be disgusted..."

A-Jiu's face displayed a wronged expression of being willing but unable to help.

"Opportunity knocks but once, Na'er. Would A-Jiu ever lead you astray?"

"O-okay then..."

What Su Jiu did not expect was that the little silver dragon would trust A-Jiu so implicitly. She had sealed away all her memories, yet she was the only one who hadn't deleted the memories concerning A-Jiu. Now, Su Jiu didn't even need to use the Silver Dragon Reverse Scale.