Zuo Jia Mingwang Reappears, Lin He Renamed Zichuan Xiu, Two Godfathers?

Imperial Capital City, Chief's Residence.

"Who exactly are you?"

Having just finished dealing with government affairs, Zichuan Yuanxing came out into the courtyard.

Only to be startled by the two people who had suddenly appeared there.

The newcomer had a head of white hair, with one golden eye and one blue eye.

He was holding the hand of a little boy around six years old.

"Me? You may call me Zuo Chuan Mingwang, because that is what they all call me!"

The newcomer's gaze was indifferent, and not a trace of emotion could be heard in his voice.

Yet those casual words stirred up towering waves in Zichuan Yuanxing's heart.

"You? You're the greatest human expert from two hundred years ago? You're actually still alive?"

As the Chief of the Zichuan Clan, he naturally knew many things.

Zuo Chuan Mingwang had lived in the same era as the ancestor Zichuan Yun and possessed immense strength.

Ancestor Zichuan Yun had praised him as the greatest human expert, and the clan's historical records even retained his portrait.

Who would have thought that he had lived for more than two hundred years?

"May I ask what brings you here?"

Facing a peerless expert who had lived for over two centuries, Zichuan Yuanxing knew he could not stop him.

He might as well go along with his wishes and perhaps win his favor.

"I wish to entrust this child to you!"

Zuo Chuan Mingwang pulled the little boy he was holding forward and had him stand before Zichuan Yuanxing.

"This... very well. I am willing to take this child as my adopted son and raise him to adulthood!"

Zichuan Yuanxing looked at the six-year-old standing before him, neither servile nor overbearing. There was not a trace of fear in his eyes, only curiosity.

An idea gradually formed in his mind. He did not yet have a son, so he could adopt this child.

Grrr~

The sound from the child's stomach was especially piercing in the silent night.

It made Zichuan Yuanxing laugh.

"Guards!"

Zichuan Yuanxing led the child outside the courtyard and summoned a squad of palace guards.

"Chief, what are your orders?"

"Take this child to wash up, give him a meal, then bring him to my daughter's courtyard!"

"Yes, Chief!"

Upon hearing there would be food, the little boy showed no fear at all about following strangers.

Instead, he tugged at the guard, urging him to hurry and take him there.

If they did not leave soon, he really would starve to death. He had not eaten anything for two days.

"Bright and clever, bold yet cautious, able to assess the situation and quickly adapt to a new environment. He's quite a promising child!"

Zichuan Yuanxing had a very good first impression of the little boy. He was a talent worth cultivating.

With his guidance, the boy's future achievements certainly would not be low!

"He is Lin Feng's descendant. Of course his aptitude would not be poor!"

Zuo Chuan Mingwang's faint words echoed by Zichuan Yuanxing's ear.

"What? He's a child of the River Hill Lin Family? And a descendant of that former peerless prodigy?"

"Not anymore."

Zuo Chuan Mingwang was brief and to the point, saying only those words.

Zichuan Yuanxing felt intense regret. Had he known the boy was a descendant of the Lin Family, he would not have taken him as an adopted son.

He could have simply found any family and shoved him into it.

He had only made that decision because he valued talent and wanted to curry favor with Zuo Chuan Mingwang.

Now that things had come to this, he could only make plans afterward to remedy the situation.

"Hm? Who's there?"

Zuo Chuan Mingwang seemed to have sensed something. Power surged in his hand as he struck a palm toward the roof in the courtyard.

"Damn it, we haven't seen each other in so long, and you're already trying to kill me!"

Lin Junyu casually dispersed Zuo Chuan Mingwang's palm force and leaped down from the roof.

"Lin!"

At the sight of an old friend who was still alive, Zuo Chuan Mingwang's mechanical body trembled with excitement.

His two pupils, one gold and one blue, flickered continuously with garbled code—turbulence caused by fluctuations in his internal system.

Unexpectedly, it had been Zuo Chuan Mingwang who brought Zichuan Xiu to the Zichuan Clan.

"Who is this?"

Seeing that the newcomer seemed to know Zuo Chuan Mingwang, Zichuan Yuanxing became serious as well.

"He is my friend, Lin!"

Hearing Zuo Chuan Mingwang's words, Zichuan Yuanxing paid even more attention to this uninvited guest.

Anyone who knew the strongest human expert who had lived for two hundred years was surely not someone to be underestimated.

"May I ask why this honored guest has come here?"

The Zichuan Clan truly had become a hot commodity tonight. One unknown expert after another had forced their way in.

It seemed the Chief Executive's Residence needed tighter security.

"I came for that little boy!"

Lin Junyu had come here to find Zichuan Xiu.

"I thought you were already dead!"

Zuo Chuan Mingwang had never calculated that there would still be someone in this era who had lived for so long.

But seeing that this person was Lin, everything made sense.

Lin had inherited the legacy of an ancient civilization. He must have developed some method of extending his lifespan.

"What are you talking about? I've got a long life ahead of me!"

"Where are you going next? Back to that cave again?"

Judging from Zuo Chuan Mingwang's attack just now, his power had been so weak. His energy reserves were probably nearly depleted!

"Yes. I have five percent energy remaining. After that attack, only four percent is left. I need to return as soon as possible!"

"Fine, hurry on back. I'll take care of that little boy."

"With me here, don't worry!"

"Take this. Once you're better, you can use it to contact me!"

Lin Junyu handed Zuo Chuan Mingwang a mechanical carrier pigeon infused with his spiritual energy.

Then Zuo Chuan Mingwang took the pigeon and sped away.

His internal energy system was already issuing warnings!

Only Zichuan Yuanxing and Lin Junyu remained where they stood.

"Come on, take me to that boy!"

"Sigh, fine. Follow me."

Zichuan Yuanxing led Lin Junyu to his daughter's courtyard.

"Father!"

A little girl of four, as delicate as a porcelain doll, ran over and wrapped her arms around Zichuan Yuanxing's leg.

"Oh ho ho, my little Ning, have you been good today?"

Looking at his adorable daughter, all the fatigue Zichuan Yuanxing had accumulated over the day was healed away.

"Ning has been very good today. I ate my meals on time~"

"Such a good girl, my dear Ning!"

"Hee hee hee."

The living room held only the warmth between father and daughter.

The young Lin He had already washed up, eaten, and changed into fresh clothes before being brought over.

He happened to see the warm scene before him, and a deep envy appeared in his eyes.

He had never had a father, and his mother had also died when he was four.

Fortunately, he met his master, and that was how he managed to survive.

Though his master did not know how to take care of people, he always gave Lin He the very best.

When he was five, he saw the neighboring children playing marbles and envied them greatly.

When he returned, he told his master about it. The next day, his master somehow found two stone balls the size of pigeon eggs.

It left him both annoyed and amused.

He had thought he could continue living with his master like that forever.

But this year, his master said he had something to do.

He said he would find someone better to raise him.

Once he had settled his affairs, he would come looking for him.

Thus, after enduring wind and hardship along the way, they arrived at the imperial capital of the Zichuan Clan.

He had never expected that the good person his master had said he would find for him—

would turn out to be humanity's pride, the Zichuan Clan.

He had heard the village schoolteacher speak of the Zichuan Clan before. They stood guard over the eastern reaches of human territory, shielding humanity from the assaults of countless demon armies.

Thanks to them, humanity could live in peace and stability. The Zichuan Clan was the strongest and most glorious family among humankind.

And now, he had actually been fortunate enough to become a member of this family.

Zichuan Yuanxing set down little Aning and walked over to little Lin He.

He crouched down, stroked the boy's head, and spoke gently.

"From now on, you are the adopted son of I, Zichuan Yuanxing. You may forget everything from your past."

"I will give you a new name."

"From now on, you will be called Zichuan Xiu!"

"Starting today, you will have a new life. You will proudly become a member of the Zichuan Clan."

"Are you willing to give everything for the honor of the family?"

Zichuan Yuanxing's words gradually lit up little Lin He's eyes.

It seemed he had found a reason to keep living.

"I, Zichuan Xiu, am willing!"

The young Zichuan Xiu knelt on one knee, declaring his loyalty to the family.

"Hahaha, good! This is your younger sister. Her name is Zichuan Ning, and you can call her Aning!"

"From now on, you must protect your little sister well too!"

Zichuan Yuanxing led his young daughter over and introduced her to Zichuan Xiu.

"Zichuan Xiu will protect Aning forever!"

The little boy looked at the porcelain-doll-like girl, who was smaller than him, his gaze firm.

"This is your brother Axiu. From now on, you must listen to your brother, okay?"

Zichuan Yuanxing looked at his daughter, hoping she could accept the older brother who had suddenly appeared in her life.

"Yay! Aning has an older brother now!"

"Brother, you can call me little Aning. We can play together from now on!"

Zichuan Ning was, after all, only a four-year-old girl. She was naturally delighted to suddenly have an older brother who could play with her.

"Since you already have one adoptive father, you don't mind having one more, do you?"

Watching Zichuan Yuanxing sweet-talk and emotionally bind a little brat, Lin Junyu stepped forward and stated his purpose.

"???"

Little Zichuan Xiu stared blankly at the figure sitting on the sofa, then looked toward his newly acknowledged adoptive father.

Zichuan Yuanxing was equally bewildered. (Dijiang: ...)

"So that's what you wanted, brother. Of course you can!"

"Axiu, come pay your respects!"

Zichuan Xiu walked dazedly over to Lin Junyu. Lin Junyu looked at him expectantly.

His eyes were full of encouragement.

Say it. Say it out loud!

Faced with this situation at only six years old, Zichuan Xiu's scalp went numb. He turned back to look at Zichuan Yuanxing.