Bizarre Bloodline Inheritance

"Brother Feng, you even brought your son back?"

Meng Hongchen's gaze fell upon Wulin without much surprise, for she clearly understood in her heart that, as the principal wife, no matter how many children Xu Feng might have in the future, all of them would have to respectfully address her as mother.

Therefore, she felt no great astonishment at this suddenly popping-up teenager. After all, the child had been adopted by others since childhood, and having managed to meet his biological father, he would naturally follow him to this era.

Xu Feng opened his mouth, his throat feeling as though it were stuffed with a wad of cotton, and after a long while he finally squeezed out a sentence, "Yes, it's with..." Halfway through his words, he got stuck.

How could he possibly say it out of his mouth? After all, right now he still hadn't dared to utter a single confession of love to Wang Dong'er, nor had he ever held her hand, yet his future son was standing so vividly right before his eyes—how was he supposed to explain this?

"It's with me, I suppose..."

Blushing, Wang Dong'er walked out. Her gaze landed on Wulin, and from the very first moment she saw this teenager, that throbbing sensation of shared bloodline welled up in her heart. There was no mistake; that feeling was more real than any words.

She raised her hand, and her Martial Soul instantly released. A pitch-black, heavy Clear Sky Hammer materialized out of thin air, and Wulin similarly summoned his own Clear Sky Hammer.

At that moment, Wang Dong'er was certain that the teenager before her was indeed her child, the future flesh and blood of herself and the man beside her for whom she had just developed a fondness.

"Ugh... this feeling is really weird..." Wulin scratched his head sheepishly, his face written all over with awkwardness.

He furtively glanced at Xu Feng, then looked at Wang Dong'er. His biological father was only a few years older than him, and his biological mother was the exact same age as him; no matter how he thought about it, this picture felt awkward.

He cleared his throat, attempting to ease this bizarre atmosphere, but discovering that the more he explained, the messier it got, he simply closed his mouth and offered only an honest smile toward Wang Dong'er.

"Since that's the case, let us handle tomorrow's match. The two of you, mother and son, can have a good chat." Meng Hongchen spoke up at the appropriate moment. She gently patted Xu Feng's shoulder to signal him not to stand there in a daze, then turned and walked out the door.

After all, the opponents dared not let them lose in the first place; no matter how many people they sent up, the ultimate result would still be a win. In that case, it was better to let this mother and son spend some quiet time alone and untie the knots in their hearts.

Xu Feng watched Meng Hongchen's retreating back, then looked at the mother and son before him, and sighed. Ultimately, he said nothing at all and simply left the room quietly, leaving space for them.

Wulin sat opposite Wang Dong'er and began to recount his not-so-lengthy yet warmth-filled life.

When he mentioned the experience of being adopted by his adoptive parents, he harbored no complaints whatsoever, only deep gratitude. After all, his adoptive parents had poured all their love into him.

Wulin specifically mentioned his astonishing appetite. Ever since he was a child, he could eat far more than children of the same age, often managing a single meal that equaled three times an ordinary person's portion.

Upon discovering this, his adoptive mother did not complain in the slightest; instead, she quietly resigned from her originally relaxed job and switched to one with higher income but much harder labor, solely to earn more money to buy enough food.

Wang Dong'er listened quietly, her fingers intertwining unconsciously. The more she listened, the more fiercely that sense of guilt surged within her heart.

She did not know what had transpired in the future, nor why she had become separated from her son, leaving him to grow up alone in an unfamiliar environment.

Yet no matter what, the facts were right before her eyes. She had missed her son's first tentative steps, missed his first time crying out "Mother," missed the candlelight of every single birthday wish he made, and missed far too many moments in his life that ought to have been accompanied by her.

Thinking of this, tears silently slipped down, dripping onto her clenched fists.

"I'm sorry. To you, I am not a qualified mother..." Wang Dong'er's voice choked up, making it almost impossible for her to continue speaking.

Wulin panicked immediately. He had never comforted a crying girl before, but he knew he had to do something. Rapidly mobilizing all of his emotional intelligence, he struggled to squeeze out a warm smile.

"It's fine, Mom. Just bringing me into this world and letting me meet these friends is already the best gift! Really, I'm so grateful that you gave me life and gave me the chance to experience all of this. Whatever time was missed, we can slowly make up for it in the future."

Wang Dong'er was still weeping, and Wulin scratched his head somewhat flusteredly, deciding to change the subject.

"Mom, why don't you tell me about yourself instead? I'd like to hear your story, too."

Wang Dong'er wiped away her tears and began to recount her background. She had no memories from before the age of six, and ever since she could remember, she had lived entirely alone within the Clear Sky Sect, never having seen the faces of her biological parents. It had always been Big Daddy and Second Daddy taking care of her.

The more Wulin listened, the stranger the expression on his face became. His mother had actually been adopted, just like him! What kind of bizarre bloodline inheritance was this? His mother had never seen her biological parents from childhood to adulthood, and he had never seen his biological parents from childhood to adulthood either.

Wulin could not help but wryly smile inwardly. Could it be that this fate of being "cast aside to grow wild" was also passed down through the bloodline to the next generation?

"What about Dad, Mom? What do you think of Dad?"

He cautiously observed Wang Dong'er's expression, dreading that he might hear some bad answer. Should the two of them lack affection, or even hold mutual resentment, wouldn't that mean he was doomed before he was even born?

Yet obviously, he was overthinking it. The mere mention of Xu Feng caused Wang Dong'er's eyes to light up instantly. The floodgates of her speech opened, and she endlessly poured forth accounts of Xu Feng's various exploits.

Listening on the side, Wulin inwardly marveled: Old man, you are truly amazing! To be able to fascinate Mom like this, you are definitely a talent.

At the same time, he could not help but once again reflect upon his bizarre bloodline. His old man had spent his whole life in a neglected state, he himself had spent his childhood and youth in a neglected state, and his mother had never seen her biological parents from childhood to adulthood, just as he never had.

This generational deprivation felt almost like a curse, handed down from generation to generation within the family bloodline. Wulin even began to worry whether his own future children would walk the exact same path.

Wouldn't that form a "neglect loop"? Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head, casting this absurd notion out of his mind.

However, watching the blissful look on Wang Dong'er's face whenever she brought up Xu Feng, a wave of warmth welled up in Wulin's heart once more. At the very least, although the two of them had not yet defined their relationship, his mother unquestionably loved his father.

He simply had no idea what state things were in on his father's end. After all, the women around his father were truly numerous, and although very few could completely surpass his mother in appearance, affection was also an exceedingly vital part.