【Name: Shang Li】
【Age: 7】
【Constitution: Fortune Dragon-Fish Body】
【Cultivation Realm: None】
【Destiny: Gold (Extremely fortunate, bearing the fate of an emperor—yet blessings and calamities intertwine.)】
【Evaluation: The last prince of Great Shang, slumbering for millennia within the Life-Death Cycle Array beneath the Clear Abyss. Blessed by the nation’s fortune, his luck surpasses all.】
【Recent Circumstance: Awakened half a year ago, freed from the array only after the nation’s fortune dissipated.】
Li Mo froze upon reading this, his face etched with shock.
He glanced at the oddly pretty Shang Li.
“He’s really your brother?”
“He’s just a bit cute—punch him once and he’ll cry for ages.”
Shang Wu ruffled the boy’s hair, leaving it tousled.
It was true—Great Shang’s boys and girls were hard to distinguish before twelve, given their similar attire and hairstyles.
Add to that Shang Li’s recent awakening from the Clear Abyss, likely having lain in a coffin for some time, and his pitiful, teary-eyed demeanor.
“Hungry?”
At this point, Li Mo decided the child needed food first.
“Thank you…” Shang Li, sensing kindness from this older brother, stopped crying and accepted the bowl of tangyuan, nibbling quietly.
Soon, Qin Yuzhi and Shang Qinqing awoke as well.
“Hey, Li Mo, is this your daughter? Adorable.”
Shang Qinqing approached and pinched Shang Li’s cheek.
Qin Yuzhi scratched his head. “Am I still dreaming? When did you two have such a big kid…”
“This is Shang Wu’s younger brother,” Li Mo replied, his lips twitching.
Not because he was mistaken for a father—
Look at this courtyard: the former Great Shang State Preceptor, the former princess, the former deity of matrimony, and now even the crown prince.
If he accepted the “dad” title, breakfast would instantly turn into a royal court session.
“Shang Wu’s brother?” Qin Yuzhi pondered. “Then shouldn’t you call him ‘uncle’?”
Li Mo: “…”
Well, he wasn’t wrong.
Eyeing the seven-year-old, Li Mo was reminded of his past life’s village visits, where his toddler uncle had clung to a milk bottle.
“Master, how do you plan to settle Shang Li?” Li Mo coughed lightly.
“Oh, I’ve long grown tired of being the Jade Cluster Peak Lord. I’ll inform the elders—this position goes to Shang Li. And Elder Hanhe’s ‘crown prince’ title is revoked.”
Shang Wu patted Shang Li’s shoulder, jolting the boy like a thunderclap.
“This…”
Li Mo regretted asking. “He’s too young, not even of age to join the sect. Let him stay at Autumn Water Pavilion for now.”
His reasoning was simple: Great Shang’s fortune now resided within him, a debt owed to the fallen dynasty.
Moreover, as Shang Wu’s kin, abandoning him was unthinkable.
Keeping him at Autumn Water Pavilion would also ensure a wedding witness for when he married the “ice block.”
Shang Li finally smiled. “Big Brother is kind. I’ll listen to you.”
Perhaps due to the inherited fortune, the boy felt an instinctive closeness to Li Mo.
Li Mo grinned and ruffled his hair. “When it’s just us, ‘uncle’ works too.”
Shang Wu’s brow furrowed.
Where did that logic come from?
Had she taught Li Mo too well?
Footsteps descended the stairs.
“That sister is so pretty,” Shang Li observed, gazing at Ying Bing. “Is she Auntie?”
Qin Yuzhi and Shang Qinqing gave him a thumbs-up—this was Great Shang’s royal bloodline at work, effortlessly widening paths. Shang Wu’s bluntness was clearly an outlier.
Ying Bing, initially clueless about the boy, now understood.
After a pause, she retrieved a martial manual from her doll—a gift for the “nephew.”
Shang Wu: “?”
Shang Qinqing: “Hahahaha…”
Qin Yuzhi whispered, “Qinqing, by seniority, you and Shang Wu are peers.”
“…”
Soon, a tall figure appeared at Autumn Water Pavilion’s entrance but hesitated, sensing an odd atmosphere.
Southern Suppressing King stood outside, beckoning Li Mo.
“Uncle Zhong, won’t you come in?”
“Ah… perhaps not.”
He shook his head, feeling the pavilion’s air was borderline treasonous.
“We’re heading to the main peak anyway. No need to intrude. Is the imperial edict’s date settled?”
“Here it is.”
Li Mo handed him the scroll.
“New Year’s time…”
Southern Suppressing King scanned it. “Good. A festive occasion, doubly joyous, with ample time for preparations.”
“Details require discussion with Qingyuan Sect’s peak lords. Let’s go.”
He passed the edict to his guard.
Li Mo nodded. Ying Bing stepped forward, slipping her slender hand into his.
Summer sunlight bathed the lush foliage around Autumn Water Pavilion.
He glanced at her—her serene face betrayed faint tension, her eyes rippling like disturbed water.
Even she had her uncertainties.
Li Mo squeezed her hand gently.
Ying Bing looked up, struck by the resolve in his expression. For once, the “childish fool” seemed… reliable.
Dan Ding Peak.
“Master, we’re late!”
Tang Xiaobao scurried into the alchemy chamber.
Xue Jing had secluded himself for days, obsessively studying the divine pill’s secrets. Now, at the critical juncture, disciples dared not disturb him—except the oblivious Tang Xiaobao.
Inside, a figure stood before the pill cauldron, watching a dragon-phoenix-encircled pill hover midair, radiating mystic light.
“This can’t be… How…?”
Xue Jing muttered, disbelieving.
Tang Xiaobao blinked. “Master, have you deciphered the pill’s power?”
“Yes… but I don’t know if it’s right.”
His tone was fraught with shock.
Tang Xiaobao had never seen his master so unsettled. What earth-shattering secret did this pill hold?
“What is its divine effect?” he pressed eagerly.
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