Rebirth: I was born into the Golden Elixir Stage

spoil?

Zhu San's little head popped up a big question, spoiling? What is spoiling? My son... is not weak... Even if I don't take him, he will still run away. It's better for me to follow him!

He raised his chicken wings and touched his head, not knowing how to refute for a moment.

Chen Diji took small steps, rushed forward and hugged Ruan Moli's calf, "Fourth Brother!"

A child's voice was heard, Ruan Moli looked down and happened to meet Chen Diji's eyes.

Chen Diji stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhu Wuhen who was standing in the crowd. He said, "Eighth Junior Brother, Zhu San, has been rescued."

After hearing this, Ruan Moli felt numb and a little guilty. He was grateful that Zhu San saved his eighth junior brother, but he was also angry that Zhu San took his three-year-old seventh junior brother around.

You know, for them, there is no distinction between junior and senior apprentice brothers, and they will never allow one junior brother to take risks for another.

However, when he saw Zhu Wuhen standing there unharmed, his guilt towards Zhu San almost overflowed.

In front of everyone, he bowed and said respectfully to Zhu San, "Senior Ji, I am very grateful to you for saving my eighth junior brother."

"I would like to apologize to you for what I said before."

After saying that, Zhu Wuhen also hurried forward. He knelt in front of Zhu San and bowed very solemnly. This was not only because they saved him, but also because with their help, he regained his spiritual roots.

For cultivators, spiritual roots are like their lives. Losing spiritual roots is almost the same as losing their lives, and one will not live long anyway.

Now, with the help of Zhu San, he has grown his spiritual roots again. In his eyes, Zhu San is his reborn parent. If Zhu San does not acknowledge him, he will only be willing to be his lifelong follower and follow him till death.

"Senior Zhu." He said respectfully, "Junior Zhu Wuhen, I would like to thank Senior Zhu for his great kindness. I will never forget your life-saving grace. I am willing to..."

Before he could finish, Xie Zhaoli hurriedly walked over from the crowd and said, "Alright, alright, let's talk about this later. There are so many people watching here! Dark..."

After saying that, he quickly stepped forward and carried Zhu Wuhen on his shoulder. After greeting Zhu San respectfully, he summoned Leng Xue Sword and flew away.

Chen Diji let go of his hand. Zhu Wuhen hadn't finished speaking yet! How could he leave just like that?

Zhu San walked to Chen Diji, shook his feathers, and asked, "What should we do now?"

"Of course, we're going back to our sect." Ruan Moli drew his sword from his waist, grabbed Chen Diji, and jumped onto the sword. He glanced at Zhu San, who understood what he meant and also jumped on.

Then, their figures disappeared from everyone's sight.

After they left, Xie Chunan naturally would not stay either. He followed them closely and flew away.

"Chen Lang, did you see that just now?" Cindy Zhu was in a good mood today and wanted to come to the Rare Pavilion to have a meal, but she didn't expect to run into such a thing before she even sat down.

She saw a little kid not far away, walking with a swagger and his chin held high, just like a little rooster that had won a fight.

His face was round and chubby, his skin was as smooth as a baby's, his lips were red, his teeth were white, his eyes were bright, and his teeth were white. One glance at him was enough to make people unable to take their eyes away, not to mention that he was wearing the robe of a disciple of the Liuli Sect.

The child was walking in front, followed by a big black rooster. Behind him was a young boy who looked about ten years old with a noble demeanor. The young boy's eyes were also fixed on the child in front.

Chen Zixuan once said that his son was raised by a chicken. This was the second time she saw the black chicken, so she was a little confused.

It's not that she hadn't thought about it, that was her son Chen Diji, but seeing the look in Zhu Wuhen's eyes, she only thought that Chen Diji was Zhu Wuhen's younger brother. She didn't dare to think about it, for fear of thinking too much and getting sad.

In her heart, her son was unremarkable, an ordinary person without spiritual power. How could he have such a handsome face and a vibrant soul? She was only worried that Chen Diji would not be bullied in Jianfeng.

If Jianfeng doesn't keep him, he still has a home.

When she looked at him, her heart was pounding. Even though she had told herself countless times that he was not her son, she still couldn't help but pay attention.

But she still firmly believed that the little black egg she saw before was her real son. No matter how outstanding other people's sons were, she only wanted her own son.

The child who has been missing for three years and has no news.

It wasn't until Ruan Moli appeared that she was shocked.

Chen Diji didn’t know him, but she knew Ruan Moli.

Ruan Moli, the fourth disciple of Immortal Chu Yi, is only sixteen years old, but he has already reached the initial stage of Golden Core cultivation and is also the legendary sword-practicing saint.

At that time, he was fifteen years old and had just broken through to the Golden Core stage. He became famous and many people wanted to kill him secretly, but they had been lying in ambush outside for a long time and were reluctant to show up. Later, they found out that Chu Yi had hidden him for his safety.

This hiding has been continued until now.

A year had passed, and Ruan Moli's fame was not as great as before. In addition, he had never demonstrated his cultivation level of the early Jindan stage, so many people thought that this matter was fake, and most of them left.

There was also a group of people who were determined to kill Ruan Moli regardless of whether the matter was true or not. Seeing that this group of people would not give in, Immortal Chu Yi hurried down the mountain and fought with them for three days and three nights, resulting in a tragic situation in which no one died but six people were seriously injured.

This matter finally came to an end.

She was far away in the capital and had no idea about this. It was her daughter Chen Wanruo and son Chen Zixuan who told her about this when they came back.

Whenever the Immortal Chu Yi is mentioned, his son and daughter would show admiration on their faces. The son does not want to be a sword immortal, but he admires the strength of the Immortal Chu Yi. The daughter wants to be a female sword immortal, but the Immortal Chu Yi does not like her and just says that they are not destined to be together!

It was not until half a year ago that she found out that her son, whom she had never met, had been accepted as a disciple by the immortal Chu Yi.

It is not known whether this is good or bad. If Immortal Chu Yi is really a good person, it would be fine. But if he has other plans... it is not impossible for her to give it a try.

She looked at Ruan Moli, and her eyes suddenly looked at the boy who jumped up and hugged Ruan Moli's feet like a koala, and questions popped up in her mind.

Who is he?

Immortal Chu Yi only accepted a three-year-old child as his disciple, and that child was his own son, Chen Diji.

She saw that the child's features seemed somewhat similar to hers, but she was extremely certain in her heart that the black child was her son. However, as the disciples of Immortal Chu Yi appeared one after another, her original certainty began to waver.

Who was her son? She couldn't tell, but she knew she could accept it no matter who it was.

She called out Chen Lang in a trembling voice. Chen Changsheng's face was solemn, but there was a hint of tenderness between his brows.

This time, he saw the child.

He was absolutely certain that it was their lost child - Chen Diji!