Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 120 This sword spirit is too greedy 32

With a friendly smile on his face, Yan Shaoqi stared at the cub in front of him and said casually, "Now, can you tell me about your background? I want to send you back as soon as possible."

When Yan Shaoqi encountered Zhaozhao severely injured, he couldn't just stand by and watch her die, so he had no choice but to bring her back. However, he was also afraid of trouble, so all he wanted now was to get Zhaozhao home as soon as possible.

“I am Lan Sheng’s son from Guiyun Sect…” Zhao Zhao’s eyes darted around, and she grinned.

Yan Shaoqi was surprised, "Immortal Venerable Lan Sheng, is he your father?"

Wasn't Immortal Venerable Lan Sheng seriously injured and recuperating for years? When did she give birth to a son?

"In that case, I will send a message to the Immortal Venerable and ask him to come and fetch you."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhao was overjoyed. "Okay, thank you."

After witnessing him write the letter and send it out, Zhao Zhao obediently stayed there waiting for Lan Sheng's arrival.

Yan Shaoqi sent A Rong to take care of him, while he went to attend to sect affairs.

This afternoon, Zhao Zhao sensed Lan Sheng's presence and immediately got out of bed. However, the movement was too large and aggravated her wound, causing her to grimace in pain.

Without thinking twice, Zhao Zhao pushed open the door and met Lan Sheng's gaze as Lan Sheng raised his hand to push the door open as well.

Upon seeing him, Zhao Zhao's eyes lit up with immense joy, and she threw herself into his arms, crying, "Lan Sheng!"

Lan Sheng crouched down, staring incredulously at the wounds covering his body. "Zhao Zhao, who hurt you?!"

His eyes were red and swollen, filled with heartache.

Zhao Zhao didn't reply to him, but proudly took out the Frost Flower, "See, I'm pretty amazing, aren't I?"

"Frostflower?!"

"You went to the coldest place?!"

Zhao Zhao nodded.

Lan Sheng froze on the spot. Now, he understood everything about Zhao Zhao's injuries.

"...Go home." All the words in the story boil down to one sentence: Go home.

Lan Sheng carefully picked up Zhao Zhao, turned around, and thanked Yan Shaoqi who was following behind her.

Yan Shaoqi smiled seriously, "You're too kind, Immortal Venerable."

Lan Sheng sent someone to deliver generous gifts to Yan Shaoqi, and then took Zhao Zhao back to Guiyun Sect.

"Lan Sheng, I want the little gem." As soon as they arrived at the familiar place, the money-grubbing Zhao Zhao stared at him with her gem-like eyes.

Lan Sheng now indulges him in everything, even throwing her storage bag at him, saying, "It's all yours."

His smile was gentle, indulgent, and doting.

Zhao Zhao immediately took it without hesitation, poured spiritual energy into the storage bag, and instantly fell in love with Lan Sheng even more.

"Lan Sheng, you gave me so much money!"

Lan Sheng chuckled, patted his head, and sighed, "Take good care of yourself and recover during this time."

Zhao Zhao nodded obediently.

This scene truly evokes the image of a loving father and filial son, making me feel utterly helpless when I recall Yan Shaoqi's letter today saying, "Your son is with me."

"Zhao Zhao, tell me, when did I get a son? Hmm?"

Taking the medicine from the servant, Lan Sheng fed it to Zhao Zhao while asking questions.

Zhao Zhao smiled nonchalantly, "Lan Sheng, I, the sword spirit, am your son."

"Hmph~" Lan Sheng chuckled. Indeed, raising a sword spirit was just like raising a son.

After feeding him the medicine, Lan Sheng patted his little head again, "Alright, go to sleep now."

"Hehe." Zhao Zhao obediently lay down and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Lan Sheng sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at his sleeping face for a long time, unable to come back to her senses.

Lan Sheng took out the Frost Flower that Zhao Zhao had given her, and looked at it with gentle eyes.

The flower was well protected and undamaged, but compared to the beautiful Frostflower and the wounded Zhaozhao, Lansheng always felt an indescribable sadness.

What merit does he possess to have a sword spirit who loves him so much?