413: Yanzu is online

The disastrous opening has been reversed, and now it is time for an immersive experience!

With a snap of his fingers, Li Jinian's memory Seal was activated, and he officially began his journey.

He did not need to worry about any situations arising during this process; after all, he had countless Clones.

Besides, what difference did it make which one was a Clone and which one was his true self?

Wasn't it still Li Jinian, regardless?

...

The next morning, the City Lord's Mansion was filled with joy.

Passersby who were unaware of the situation asked about it, only to learn news that shocked everyone—the City Lord's wife had returned.

Not only that, but the City Lord's wife had stumbled upon an Opportunity and accidentally attained the cultivation of a Foundation Establishment Old Ancestor.

The return of the City Lord's wife was nothing out of the ordinary, but what truly terrified the three great Families was her Foundation Establishment cultivation.

You must know that their three great Families, plus the City Lord's Mansion, could only muster four Qi Refining Late Stage Cultivators at most, and even that was enough to dominate Zhangyu City.

Now that a Foundation Establishment Old Ancestor had suddenly appeared, how could they remain calm?

"Come! Prepare generous gifts and accompany me to the City Lord's Mansion."

"Inventory the Magical Artifact warehouse and collect the account books."

"Foundation Establishment... I wonder if the City Lord and his wife still recognize this marriage contract..."

"Qingxuan, do you want to go out with Mother?"

Qingxuan sat by the window, holding half a candied fruit in her hand. Upon hearing this, she raised her delicate, doll-like face and nodded gently.

The three great Families were panicking; they wanted to know how they would position themselves in the future.

Of course, besides them, other forces in Zhangyu City also had their own agendas, and before long, the City Lord's Mansion became bustling with visitors.

The busybodies of Zhangyu City were not idle either, boldly speculating on the City Lord's Mansion's next move.

From the City Lord sweeping through the three Families, to marching on other cities, and even ascending to the throne and establishing a small Dynasty—these scenarios were all being discussed with great relish.

No one doubted whether a Foundation Establishment Old Ancestor had the ability; they only wondered if she would choose to do so.

Foundation Establishment was just that powerful.

As these rumors intensified, the many forces in the city became even more panicked...

"Everyone... everyone..."

Finally, amidst the anticipation of the masses, Fang Yue stepped forward.

"What I, Fang, said before remains valid; the City Lord's Mansion will continue to maintain friendly relations and peaceful development with all Families."

"I appreciate everyone's good intentions, but please take your gifts back."

But no matter what Fang Yue said, the gathered leaders of the various forces were reluctant to leave.

Their eyes seemed to be saying: You are not the Foundation Establishment Old Ancestor; you are just an incompetent husband.

"I listen to Fang Yue."

At this awkward moment, Su Wan, dressed in a flowing, shimmering long dress, appeared and dealt with the crowd on Fang Yue's behalf.

The infant version of Li Jinian in her arms was still sleeping peacefully.

Upon hearing Su Wan's words, the crowd dispersed happily, as if granted a reprieve.

However, not everyone left; the head of the Lin Family, Lin Qingci, who had brought her daughter, remained.

"Qingci, you're here."

Seeing Lin Qingci, Su Wan immediately went up to greet her.

"So this is Qingxuan..."

She had already learned from Fang Yue that she had a future daughter-in-law.

It had to be said that the Lin Family was indeed a good choice.

Seeing Su Wan look over, Lin Qingxuan, who was hiding behind Lin Qingci, obediently called out, "Uncle, Auntie."

As such, Su Wan grew fonder of her the more she looked at her.

Seeing Qingxuan's shy and obedient demeanor, Su Wan smiled and held out the swaddled infant in her arms, her voice exceptionally gentle.

"Qingxuan, would you like to come closer and see the little one who will grow up with you?"

Lin Qingxuan clutched the corner of her clothes, took small steps toward Su Wan, tilted her little face up, and stared curiously at the baby in the swaddle.

The infant version of Li Jinian was sleeping soundly, his little mouth occasionally smacking.

Qingxuan watched for a long while before asking softly, "Uncle, Auntie, what is his name?"

"Qingxuan, didn't we tell you? This is Young Master Ning Lingfeng."

"Ahem, Clan Chief Lin... we suddenly had a realization this morning and gave him a new name."

"What name?"

"Yanzu, Fang Yanzu."

...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.

The people of Zhangyu City had long since grown accustomed to the presence of the Foundation Establishment Old Ancestor in the City Lord's Mansion, and life had returned to its former tranquility.

The Fang Yanzu who was once in swaddling clothes was now a handsome, tall, and upright youth.

He and Lin Qingxuan grew up together; they were childhood sweethearts with a very close relationship.

Qingxuan was gentle and quiet, while Fang Yanzu had displayed a composure and... laziness that belied his age since childhood.

Fang Yue and his wife gradually discovered that their son was truly somewhat different.

Other children started their enlightenment at three, learned to read at five, and only began to come into contact with the most basic breathing techniques at ten, but Fang Yanzu was earlier and brighter.

Su Wan saw all of this, her heart filled with wonder.

She had secretly used her spiritual power to examine her son's Meridians and discovered that his Meridians were wide and tough, as if he were a natural-born Cultivator, with an Aptitude far exceeding their own.

But no matter how Su Wan guided him, Fang Yanzu was always attentive to Cultivate, yet he was not diligent enough.

Fang Yanzu's greatest hobby was to move a chair into the courtyard to bask in the sun or stare blankly at the sky, often muttering things that others could not understand.

"Sigh, if only I had a System..."

"Sign-ins, quests, lucky draws... how worry-free that would be."

"Everyone else has a Golden Finger, why don't I? Is my Transmigration posture wrong?"

"Brother System, it's been ten years, when are you coming!"

In the shadows...

Fang Yue and his wife, who were peeking, looked at each other, both with blank expressions.

To be honest, they had been Cultivating for decades and had never heard of this term.

Forget it; although they didn't know what this System was, as long as their precious son wanted it, they would secretly send people to find it!

However, it was a pity that although they sent out over a dozen groups of people, they never found this thing called a System.

As time passed, in the blink of an eye, Fang Yanzu was fourteen.

The morning of this day was sunny and cloudless.

"The sunny day brings scenery so fair, happily I go to bathe without a care."

Who would have thought that when Fang Yanzu pushed open the door, all the beautiful maids who should have been waiting outside his door long ago had disappeared, and in their place was a group of Cultivators with eyes gleaming with intense light.

"Good! A good seedling!"

"As expected of someone blessed by Heaven and Earth."

"A seedling like this should learn the art of Alchemy from me."

"Bah, what Alchemy; combat is the foundation of Cultivate."

"My saber technique is the best in my sect; this child should inherit my mantle."

"Wait, what is going on here?"

After understanding the situation, Fang Yanzu instantly sobered up, his sleepiness vanishing in an instant.