Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills-Chapter 276: 27: The Feeling of Being a Father_2

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Secular Immortal Peak.

There is a simple thatched cottage, nestled amidst the winding mountains, far from the hustle and bustle, surrounded by a pleasant rustic view, a tranquil garden, and a fence made of tree branches.

It looks like a paradise on earth.

A beautiful woman in a white skirt sits on an autumn swing made of dead tree vines, with a red tube top inside, covered with a black robe. With a light makeup, she appears detached from worldly affairs and her graceful figure is captivating.

The woman in the white skirt remains motionless, swaying with the swing. Her delicate jade hand grasps the vine and her eyes gaze blankly at the distant mountains’ hazy shadows.

Beside the woman, there is a lake where the spiritual mist hovers.

It doesn’t appear to be a large area, just a small lake.

Suddenly, ripples emerge on the smooth surface of the lake.

With a splash, a huge creature emerges from the lake, splashing a lot of water.

Behind the water mist, a pair of eyes with emerald-like green light appear.

It turns out to be a giant green-eyed flood dragon.

The oppressive aura of this creature makes people fear at a glance.

But the woman in the white skirt smiles gracefully, showing no fear. She says with a smile on her lips:

“You’ve worked hard again.”

The green-eyed flood dragon opens its mouth, spitting out a large number of river crabs and fish.

After throwing them onto the shore, it glances at the direction of the thatched cottage with a solemn, human-like gaze.

Then, with a “plop” sound, it dives back into the depths of the lake.

Inside the thatched cottage.

The furnishings are simple, with only an antique wooden desk filled with books, a wooden box in the corner, and an ancient sword hanging on the wall.

Walking along the thatched cottage, there is a kitchen; to the right is a room with a big bed.

In the middle of the room, there is a small cart with two babies who are only a few months old, wrapped in extremely valuable silk, and sound asleep.

However, at this moment, there is an extremely young girl standing in front of the baby girl.

If someone recalls, they will find out:

A year and a half ago, when Emperor Yu Yunping of the Xia was on his deathbed, the beautiful palace maid who witnessed the young emperor’s death looked remarkably similar to that mysterious girl.

The young girl stands in front of the baby girl, slightly lost in thought, murmuring:

“You were born in the best and worst of times.”

She glances at the baby boy beside her, her eyes filled with a bit of pity.

As the girl is about to touch the soft white cheeks of the baby, she is startled by a sound.

“Squeak.”

The door opens and the woman in the white skirt walks in.

She peers around the empty room, quite calmly.

When she catches sight of the two babies by the bed, she can’t help but smile.

She’s carrying two big fish in her hands.

With a wave of her hand, the clear water in the kitchen vat floats into a bowl, splashing ripples.

Then she snaps her fingers, and sparks set the soil on the stove ablaze.

“Today, let’s have fish soup.”

The woman in the white skirt speaks, quickly getting busy.

Who would have thought that the prestigious Secular Fairy Jiang Xuan would actually cook? If such a scene were spread outside, it would cause astonishment among many disciples.

Jiang Xuan, the previous generation’s True Disciple of the Limitless Immortal Sect, was an outstanding genius two hundred years ago.

The reason she is considered the previous generation’s disciple is that the sect has a rule: when a True Disciple’s cultivation reaches the Rebirth Realm, they will be promoted to an executor.

The word “disciple” in their title indicates the presence of a teacher within the sect who provides guidance in their daily cultivation.

Although there is no endpoint in cultivation, as age and cultivation progress, one’s status changes, and nobody remains a disciple for life.

After becoming an executor, one officially steps into the sect’s management and sheds the “disciple” title, taking on more responsibilities.

Of course, not all executors are busy and powerful. The Limitless Immortal Sect has a long history, and it’s quite common for graduated True Disciples to reach a point where their elders can no longer teach them anything. They can only become executors and participate in the sect’s management, taking on the responsibility of maintaining order and providing guidance.

Jiang Xuan is one of them.

She was entrusted by someone to take care of these two children until they grow up and are able to make their own choices, at which point the power to choose will be returned to them.

These two children.

One is called Zhao Ruyue, and the other is called Zhao Ping’an.

The person who entrusted her is her junior female apprentice who had lived with her for several years: they shared meals and practiced cultivation together. Jiang Xuan watched her junior female apprentice grow from a slender girl into a stunningly beautiful woman.

The two have a great relationship and talk about everything. Jiang Xuan hears that her junior female apprentice found a man, had children, but the father cannot be found.

Isn’t that just a heartless man?

There aren’t many good men.

Gazing at the steaming pot amidst the mist, Jiang Xuan’s thoughts can’t help but drift away.

Once upon a time, she too was an infatuated girl.

Looking back now, it has been two hundred years.She had long passed the age of pursuing love between men and women, but facing a lifespan of thousands of years, her life was just beginning.

The path to immortality was still long, and the days had to pass slowly.

Over the past century, Jiang Xuan had come to understand a principle.

No matter how high a cultivator’s realm reaches, there are always people looking up to you from the steps below, and there are people looking down on you from the steps above; feeling discouraged when you look up, and arrogant when you look down; gaining and losing everything eventually destabilizes your Taoist mind. Only by looking straight ahead can you see the truest version of yourself.

“Senior Sister Jiang.”

Suddenly, a voice transmission came from the Secular Immortal Peak.

Jiang Xuan was pulled back to reality.

“Qing Han? How did she come back…”

Jiang Xuan wondered.

It hadn’t been long since her departure, yet her junior sister had returned. Could it be that she had changed her mind?

But to be honest, she actually quite liked these two children.

Zhao Huai and Yu Qinghan jumped down from the sky and entered the Secular Immortal Peak.

Yu Qinghan immediately saw the straw-cottage door, where a woman in a

white skirt was standing.

She had a smile on her lovely face and called out,

“Senior Sister, I came to see you.”

On the side, Zhao Huai glanced at the tranquil and relaxed environment of the Secular Immortal Peak, sensing an incredible peacefulness, as if the owner of the place liked quietness.

He couldn’t help but be amazed, “I didn’t expect there to be such a place in the Limitless Immortal Sect. Living in seclusion here would indeed be a great choice.”

“Qing Han, how did you come back?”

Jiang Xuan came over and, seeing the man beside her Junior Sister, asked with a serious gaze,

“Who is he…?”

“Oh, this is the husband I mentioned to Senior Sister.” Yu Qinghan introduced with a smile.

“This humble one is Zhao Huai.”

Zhao Huai introduced himself and bowed respectfully.

“You are Qinghan’s beloved? The father of those two children?”

Jiang Xuan looked at Zhao Huai with a cold gaze, her face expressionless.

For some reason, Zhao Huai felt a strong resentment. To maintain politeness, he still nodded and replied,

“Indeed. ”

“Senior Sister, are the children inside the house?”

At this time, Yu Qinghan couldn’t wait and eagerly asked.

Jiang Xuan nodded and replied, “They are still sleeping. I’m just about to cook them a pot of fish soup, and you just happened to arrive.”

“Come in and sit down.”

Jiang Xuan made way, and Yu Qinghan and Zhao Huai entered the house directly.

Zhao Huai felt a growing sense of anxiety in his heart.

This was his first time being a father.

How could he not be nervous?

He had been unaware before, but now he suddenly found out he had a three-month-old son and daughter. Anyone would be shocked and nervous, right?

At the same time, he was somewhat expectant.

These were his own flesh and blood children!

Inside the tiny and narrow room, Zhao Huai felt as if he had walked for a long time.

After a while, the three of them finally arrived in the room.

When Zhao Huai reached the small cart in the center and saw the two adorable, little faces, he was stunned.

The children looked so much like him!

He reached out and touched the child’s cheek.

For a moment, he felt a blood connection!

An inexplicable joy spread in his heart. It was an indescribable feeling.

“What are their names?”

Yu Qinghan grinned, a radiant glow on her jade-like face, warmly said, “Our son is called Zhao Ping’an, and our daughter is called Zhao Ruyue.”

“Zhao Ping’an … Zhao Ruyue … beautiful names.”

“It’s the father who was not good, only coming to see you now.”

Zhao Huai’s gaze softened as he looked at the children, mixed with a touch of guilt.

He had another pair of shoulders to lean on.

Seeing Zhao Huai’s appearance, Jiang Xuan, who was dressed in a white skirt, had a slightly more relaxed gaze.

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