After Running Away Pregnant, I Ended Up on the Wanted Lists of Both the Demon Venerable and the Immortal Venerable Chapter 61

Little Red grew quickly. At three years old, the little doll had already reached the age to attend school.

Jian Zhen had attended school before, but he had no foundation and was illiterate. At that time, in order to learn to recognize characters, he had even been transferred to the kindergarten class. Now, watching his own child start from the basics, don’t even mention how happy he was.

So much that Jian Zhen eagerly brought over the homework. In order to raise his child’s interest, he said, “Come, Dad will write with you!”

Holding to the idea of not stooping to the level of a child, Jian Zhen felt he shouldn’t compare too much with his child, so while he was still thinking about whether he should go easy on him, in less than half a quarter of an hour, just as Jian Zhen was still racking his brains over the last few characters, 

Across the table, Ye Lin had already finished writing the characters. He said, “Dad, I’m done!”

Jian Zhen’s hand trembled, the brush dropping onto the paper and staining it with a blot of ink. In disbelief he said, “Really? That fast?”

Back then, this little bit had taken him an entire afternoon to write!!

Ye Lin handed the xuan paper to Jian Zhen and said, “Dad, look.”

Jian Zhen took it and glanced at it. It was actually not the slightest bit off, and the writing of a child just over three years old looked better than his own ghostly scribbles, even faintly showing a tendency to be better than what he himself wrote!!

Ye Lin smiled with curved eyes and said, “Dad, how’s yours coming along?”

Jian Zhen: “……”

After hesitating for a moment.

The old father’s self-esteem made it impossible for him to admit defeat.

Jian Zhen lightly coughed and said, “Dad hasn’t finished yet. I was letting you win.”

“In the future Dad doesn’t need to let me win!” Ye Lin stood up. The still-young child’s face still carried a bit of baby fat that hadn’t completely faded, yet he looked extremely adorable. “I can finish it.”

Jian Zhen secretly decided never again to accompany this little brat in doing homework.

Given that his own kid was too heaven-defying.

Jian Zhen directly sent the child to the academy to study. He originally thought that from then on everything would be peaceful and uneventful, but unexpectedly, that very evening when he and Ye Jisheng went to pick the child up from school, the teacher wore a mournful face.

Jian Zhen asked curiously, “Teacher, why is that? Is this child difficult to educate? You needn’t go easy on him because of his status. If he needs discipline, then discipline him.”

The teacher said, “That’s not it, it’s just…”

Seeing the teacher hesitate, Ye Jisheng said calmly, “Speak frankly.”

The teacher mustered up the courage to half-kneel and said, “It is truly that the little Highness learns things far too quickly. Not only that, the other children in the class completely cannot keep up with the little Highness’s progress. I ask that Your Highness and Your Lord find another good teacher for His Highness!”

Jian Zhen was stunned; he hadn’t expected it to be like this. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He recalled how difficult studying had been for him back then, yet when it came to his own child, he was instead criticized by the teacher for progressing too fast.

Jian Zhen looked toward Ye Jisheng and said softly, “Quick, think of something. You heard what the teacher said.”

Ye Jisheng nodded and said, “There is indeed a bit of a problem.”

Jian Zhen’s eyes lit up, expectantly watching the Demon God’s performance.

Ye Jisheng even somewhat unhurriedly turned to look at Little Red and said calmly, “When this Venerable was your age, I had already read through all these low-level scrolls.”

Jian Zhen had just wanted to advise the child not to compare himself with his father when the little doll standing behind puffed up slightly and said in a milky voice, “Then I want to read them too!”

Jian Zhen: “……”

Well then, truly father and son.

Because his learning progress differed from the other students in the academy, Ye Jisheng specially permitted Ye Lin to skip grades. After he finished learning all the academy’s knowledge, Ye Jisheng then tossed five-year-old Ye Lin to the High Priest.

However, before two years had even passed, even the High Priest could no longer keep him.

Jian Zhen watched as the High Priest wailed that he truly had nothing left to teach the little Highness. Just then, a letter from Spirit Mountain arrived. It was written by Fu Changhuan. Because the two clans had already established friendly relations, they now occasionally conducted trade and sometimes exchanged disciples for study.

Jian Zhen had a sudden inspiration and said to Ye Jisheng, “How about we send Little Red to Spirit Mountain to study for half a year?”

Ye Jisheng gave a light snort and said, “The Immortal Clan of Spirit Mountain has the most rules. With his temperament, I’m afraid he wouldn’t last even a day before being sent back.”

Jian Zhen broke into a cold sweat and said, “Then I’ll try asking the Immortal Venerable.”

Not long after the letter was sent out, Jian Zhen received Fu Changhuan’s reply. The letter agreed to let Little Red come to Spirit Mountain to study, and he would personally arrange for Little Red to stay by his side and teach him, telling Jian Zhen not to worry.

Jian Zhen revealed a delighted smile. “See, senior brother is so kind. He values rules the most; he’ll definitely be able to teach Little Red well.”

Ye Jisheng smiled faintly and said unhurriedly, “Since Madam has no objections, this Venerable has none either.”

And thus…

On a bright sunny day, the disciples of Spirit Mountain saw a fire phoenix circling in the sky, and then a little Demon King dressed in red arrived.

Regarding this, Fu Changhuan’s young dao attendant felt it the most deeply.

Back then, when Jian Zhen had been that little blade of grass, he had been the one to take care of him. During the time that little grass was there, it could be said to be the Immortal Venerable’s happiest days. The Immortal Venerable, whose heart had always been sealed in ice and snow, finally gained a bit of human warmth and was willing to speak with others. Spirit Mountain’s heavy snow had fallen for tens of thousands of years, and only then did it finally gain some vitality.

Later, Jian Zhen left.

Spirit Mountain returned to lifeless silence, like stagnant water without the slightest ripple.

The Immortal Venerable once again became alone.

Just when the young attendant thought such days would never change again, that little Demon King in red arrived!

When six-year-old Ye Lin first arrived at the summit of Spirit Mountain, the Demon Clan had been a land of scorching heat; he had never seen such heavy snow. The little fellow couldn’t help but roll around in the snow, playing to his heart’s content.

When Fu Changhuan came over, elders followed behind him. The elders earnestly advised, “Immortal Venerable, is educating the future crown prince of the Demon Clan somewhat overstepping boundaries? Besides, I heard that the little Highness, not even six years old, has already read the Demon Clan’s ancient books thoroughly and mastered a whole set of abilities. He must certainly be arrogant and look down on others. Why would he take a liking to us, ”

Before they finished speaking, when everyone reached outside the hall, they saw that child who had been rolling in the snow and having a snowball fight with the phoenix finally slowly get up from the snow.

Upon seeing figures approach, Ye Lin took a small run and stopped in front of Fu Changhuan, even nearly falling again because he ran too fast. Fu Changhuan caught him and, seeing the child’s fair little face flushed red from the cold, parted his lips and said, “Why play about like this? Aren’t you afraid of catching a chill?”

The little fellow lifted his head to look at Fu Changhuan and said in a milky voice, “I’m not afraid. I have soul fire protecting my body.”

As he spoke, a small wisp of flame sprang up from his palm, the exact same soul fire as Demon God Ye Jisheng.

The others had just sucked in a breath, not yet having time to be afraid, when Ye Lin sneezed, the fire vanished, and his nose turned red as well. The child was dressed lightly.

Fu Changhuan’s expression cooled slightly as he said, “Next time, without this Venerable’s permission, you may not fool around like this again.”

Ye Lin inexplicably shrank back a little. The red-clad little doll obediently said, “Understood.”

All under heaven knew that Immortal Venerable Fu Changhuan was the foremost figure of righteousness in the Three Realms, pure-hearted, abstinent, and upright. When his words fell, no one failed to fear him by three parts, much less a child. Just as everyone thought the Demon Clan’s little Highness must have been frightened, 

Ye Lin reached out and tugged at Fu Changhuan’s sleeve again, lifted his face and said, “Martial Uncle, I’m thirsty.”

Fu Changhuan said, “What do you want to drink?”

Ye Lin’s eyes were moist. “I want milk tea.”

This was a tea recently popular in the Demon Clan, made fashionable by the Demon Clan’s Lord Jian Zhen, brewed with tea leaves and milk. It was generally popular among the Demon Clan; the other two clans did not really partake.

When the other elders heard this, they snorted disdainfully. The Immortal Venerable valued rules the most, how could he possibly allow such messy things to appear?

However, Fu Changhuan untied his cloak and draped it over the child, then glanced back at the dao attendant and said, “Go prepare some. Make it hot.”

The young attendant hurriedly replied, “Yes.”

The other elders stared wide-eyed in shock.

Fu Changhuan brushed the snow off the child and turned to the others, saying, “If there is nothing else, you may disperse.”

Everyone: “……”

They were somewhat unnecessary.

That evening, while Fu Changhuan was reading and meditating in the hall, the doors outside were pushed open. He opened his eyes and saw a small figure enter, still draped in a long outer garment.

Ye Lin poked his head out and looked this way.

Fu Changhuan slightly furrowed his brows and said, “Why are you not resting and instead coming here?”

After passing the Soul Transformation stage, gods did not require sleep, but Ye Lin was still young, and having followed Jian Zhen, he had always kept the habit of sleeping.

Ye Lin stood in the hall, looking somewhat pitiful. He said, “I can’t sleep.”

Fu Changhuan said, “If you cannot sleep, calm your mind. Now return to your bed.”

Ye Lin sneezed. Only then did Fu Changhuan notice that he had not even put on shoes or socks when he came out. The Demon Realm’s sleeping palace always had carpets; Spirit Mountain did not, and because it snowed all year round, it was even colder.

Fu Changhuan said, “Where are your shoes and socks?”

Ye Lin obediently replied, “Forgot to wear them.”

Fu Changhuan was silent for a moment, then said, “The road back to your sleeping palace is long. You may stay here tonight.”

Ye Lin revealed a smile. He ran to the soft couch beside Fu Changhuan. In the Demon Palace, his sleeping hall was next to Daddy and Father’s, and Daddy would occasionally sleep with him. Arriving for the first time in a strange environment, it was natural to feel a little unaccustomed. No matter how capable a child was, he was only six, and had just left home.

Ye Lin’s small body, still carrying a faint milky scent, leaned against Fu Changhuan and drowsily fell asleep.

Fu Changhuan felt somewhat unaccustomed; for tens of thousands of years he had not been so close to anyone. He parted his lips and said, “Go to the inner room’s bed to rest.”

Ye Lin was already almost asleep, giving a small yawn and softly saying, “I’ll just sleep here with Martial Uncle.”

Fu Changhuan was just about to speak, when Ye Lin’s moist little eyes, identical to Jian Zhen’s, opened as he said, “Dad said Martial Uncle would definitely like me. If I’m scared at night, I should come find Martial Uncle.”

Fu Changhuan: “……”

After a moment of silence, Immortal Venerable finally gave up struggling.

The child slept until broad daylight.

When the young dao attendant entered and saw the child sleeping beside the Immortal Venerable, he nearly screamed aloud. Ye Lin was a very alert child; hearing movement outside, he woke up.

Fu Changhuan lowered his gaze and said, “Put on your clothes and go wash.”

Ye Lin nodded obediently.

After he left, the young attendant said in astonishment, “Immortal Venerable…”

Fu Changhuan knew what he was marveling at and waved his hand, saying, “He is still a child. Moreover, his nature is not bad; he is rather well-behaved.”

The young attendant said, “Yes. The Demon Clan sent the little Highness here also to temper his temperament. Following the Immortal Venerable is certainly safe and proper.”

Besides, there were rarely other people at the summit of Spirit Mountain. Having a bit more liveliness was not bad.

Of course, when this thought fell, the young attendant had never imagined that one day Spirit Mountain would become this lively.

Three months later, while Jian Zhen was traveling the four seas, he happened to receive a secret letter from the Immortal Clan. As he read it, his hands began to tremble.

Ye Jisheng was savoring tea, enjoying the leisurely time now that the little brat was finally not by his side, when he heard Jian Zhen reading aloud: “Within one month, he fought 73 matches with the Immortal Clan’s disciples, averaging three fights a day. Moreover, he fought peak by peak, and along the way destroyed three competition arenas and fifteen magical artifacts…”

Ye Jisheng drawled, “Is that an invoice sent over?”

Jian Zhen lightly coughed and said, “Elder Wenji sent it. He was so angered that even the handwriting is shaking.”

Ye Jisheng curled his lips in a smile. “Fu Changhuan didn’t say to send him back?”

Jian Zhen felt a bit flustered inside and said, “I’ll write a letter to ask. If not, we’ll bring Little Red back.”

Lest it trigger a second great war between the two clans.

Spirit Mountain. 

Fu Changhuan looked at the letter Jian Zhen had sent. The young dao attendant said beside him, “Immortal Venerable, the various peak masters are now filled with complaints. They say the little Highness is far too mischievous and are clamoring to see you.”

It was truly outrageous.

The Immortal Venerable valued rules the most; this time he was surely going to be angry.

Yet unexpectedly, Fu Changhuan said coolly, “See me?”

The young attendant nodded.

Fu Changhuan gave a cold laugh and said, “A group of people who have cultivated for many years, beaten into such a state by a six-year-old child, yet they still have the face to come see this Venerable?”

The young dao attendant’s heart jolted.

Fu Changhuan waved his hand faintly and said, “Tell them that if they are unconvinced, they may train their own disciples to fight back. This Venerable will not interfere.”

The young attendant hesitated. “Then, Immortal Venerable, will you go take a look at the little Highness…?”

“As long as he is willing to stay here, let him stay.” Fu Changhuan lifted his brush to reply to Jian Zhen’s letter and said, “It is only sparring. This Venerable has cultivated for tens of millions of years; I am not so petty as to fuss over this.”

“Boom!”

A considerable noise came from not far away, shattering Spirit Mountain’s hundred years of silence.

A young dao attendant ran in from outside and said, “Not good! Greetings, Immortal Venerable! The little Highness was sparring with someone and blew up the northern peak!”

Fu Changhuan’s brush paused on the paper, the ink spreading into a circle. On his eternally unchanged face, a vein faintly throbbed.

The young attendant asked weakly, “Immortal Venerable… shall we, shall we go take a look?”

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind swept past, and the person who had just been by the desk was already gone.

The young attendant only heard Fu Changhuan’s voice, rarely carrying a trace of emotional rise and fall, descend: “Go tidy up the side hall for this Venerable. Leave it for him to face the wall and reflect on his mistakes!”

For tens of thousands of years, Spirit Mountain had never been so lively.

Clearly the northern peak had just been blown up and they should have been anxious, yet seeing the Immortal Venerable rarely flustered and angered enough to reveal emotion, the young attendant pressed his lips together in a smile and quickly lowered his head obediently. “Yes.”

This was quite good too, he thought.

The sun shone brilliantly overhead. The young attendant looked at the red soul fire burning on the northern peak in the distance and suddenly felt that perhaps Spirit Mountain’s snow, which had never melted for tens of thousands of years, would one day melt as well, finally welcoming the warm sun of blooming spring.

At that time, it would probably also be fine weather.