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During this short period.
Wang Fugui set aside his work to spend more ti with his wife and children, especially with that child, Wang Baosheng.
Who knows where this kid got such a strong sense of crisis from, carrying such a heavy burden on his mind, eager to grow up and brace the sky as if the world depended on it. Does he really think his elders aren’t doing anything?
Even if there’s an Old Ancestor around, the sky won’t fall, and even if it truly does, it would first be the elders’ turn to hold it up before it reaches him.
Kids should be more lively, and it’s better if they are carefree.
I have to help him relieve so of his pressure.
Yet, spanking the kid is quite effective, as Wang Baosheng has been slightly more restrained and a bit more lively these days.
However, with the ongoing disarray in the Demonic World, Wang Fugui, as the strategic Commander-in-chief for the Demonic World, is quite busy. He couldn’t stay for two months before hurriedly heading to Zhenmo State, leaving Wang Baosheng to be taken care of by the Old Ancestor before his departure.
Of course, another reason Wang Fugui made a run for it was that he truly couldn’t endure his son’s subtle critiques every now and then.
He felt that if he stayed ho any longer, the Wang family might actually decline!
A few days later.
In Wang Shouzhe’s small courtyard, where blossoms blood and the atmosphere remained spring-like all year, various Spirit Bees and Spiritual Butterflies busily harvested nectar.
Wang Shouzhe, dressed in loose household robes, lay in a Taishi Chair with half-closed eyes, telling stories to Wang Baosheng.
In front of the Old Ancestor, Wang Baosheng was quite obedient, sitting straight on a small stool beside him, listening to the stories while occasionally helping Wang Shouzhe with a leg massage or a shoulder rub, perfectly embodying a filial grandson’s deanor.
The atmosphere seed harmonious.
However, the content of their conversation wasn’t as harmonious.
"Old Ancestor, I think Sun Wukong is terribly problematic," Wang Baosheng remarked disdainfully. "Causing trouble all day with his impulsiveness and never calming down. What’s wrong with being Bip Manwen? Everyone is equal at work—if only he’d hold true to his heart, work earnestly, and diligently improve upon his deficiencies..."
"Ahem~ let tell you Monk Sha’s story instead," Wang Shouzhe shifted the topic.
A mont later, Wang Baosheng sighed, "Dull and diocre, always sighing when things go wrong—I think he should be kicked out of the pilgrimage team."
"Let tell you the story of the Three Kingdoms then," Wang Shouzhe changed the subject again.
After a while, Wang Baosheng donned a worried expression once more, saying, "I’ve heard so of this story from father, but such great expeditions—why fight within the sa civilization? Why not form an Alliance to sweep away various alien tribes, expand territory, and once the world is conquered, focus on civilizing the realms, aiming for the vast, boundless Starry Sea."
"The Water Margin? Have you heard of it?" Wang Shouzhe massaged his temples, increasingly finding it a headache.
"Sowhat familiar with it, a story of lawless fugitives each harboring their own agendas..." Wang Baosheng comnted, "Of course, that court was riddled with problems too, needing extensive reformation from within. If it were up to ..."
Wang Shouzhe sighed, his tone filled with resignation, "I suppose you wouldn’t like ’Dream of the Red Mansion’ either."
"That’s actually not bad, though its content is extravagant and absurd, it serves as a cautionary tale of family decline," Wang Baosheng earnestly explained. "Our Wang family should learn from it and strive to enhance every clan mber’s sense of mission and responsibility. As the Lil Junior Clan Leader, the future heir of the family, I should conduct myself with discipline and set an exemplary model for my brothers and sisters~"
Pausing for a mont, Wang Baosheng bravely advised, "Old Ancestor, I heard that in the Sacred Domain, individuals of your Bloodline Talent at your age are considered vibrant young gentlen."
Wang Shouzhe’s face twitched.
This kid not only planned an upward path for his father, but also dared to plan for him, the Old Ancestor? No wonder Fugui spanked him once.
Just then, the head of household ca to report that the Red Hell Demon Emperor was here to see the Family Head.
Before Wang Shouzhe could respond, the Red Hell Demon Emperor’s projection had already landed like a red cot in Wang Shouzhe’s courtyard.
The Red Hell Demon Emperor, initially anxious, upon seeing Wang Baosheng, imdiately cald and casually greeted, "Baosheng, you’re here too~"
"Shouzhe greets Your Majesty." Wang Shouzhe calmly cupped his hands in salute.
"Baosheng pays respects to Old Ancestor."
Wang Baosheng also bowed in salute, his manners impeccable.
Princess Zhao Yu was his aunt, so naturally, the Red Hell Demon Emperor was considered his elder as well.
Moreover, because of Wang Baosheng, there was also an emotional link between the Red Hell Demon Emperor and the Immortal Emperor Muyun, making their relationship closer.
"Your Majesty, coming here in such haste, is there sothing urgent?" Wang Shouzhe personally brewed tea to entertain the Demon Emperor’s projection, his deanor was calm and relaxed.
However, as it was just a projection, he opted not to waste Immortal Tea, instead using so ordinary Spiritual Tea.
"Sigh~" The Red Hell Demon Emperor, not in the mood for tea, casually sipped, then said, "Shouzhe, how does your Wang family accumulate the world’s gifted spirits? Geniuses abound, and you even have the invincible Bloodline Talents like Fugui and Baosheng. Yet, my Shentu Clan among the younger generation, apart from only Jingming and Zhao Yu, the rest are rely rabble."
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