nyslfriends Chapter 16 7 years old 8th grade
Chapter 16 7 years old 8th grade
His big, dark eyes were full of curiosity and a desire to explore the world.
Although he was young, there was something in his eyes.
Yet, a hint of cunning and agility often flashed across his face, incongruous with his age.
After all, his body houses the soul of an adult from modern society.
"Butterfly, butterfly,"
Fan Xian called out indistinctly, his short legs moving quickly.
But I always fall just short of catching that mischievous butterfly.
Not far away, a kind-faced old woman was looking at him with loving eyes, her gaze full of affection.
She was the old lady of the Fan family, Fan Xian's nominal grandmother.
Although the old lady initially had some reservations about Fan Xian's status as an "illegitimate son".
But everyone has a heart.
Looking at this beautifully sculpted, clever little child,
At first, they grew up before my eyes day by day, and the bond of blood ties gradually took over.
Moreover, she also knew that this child's background was extraordinary, involving too many unknown secrets and grudges.
"My little Xian'er, slow down, don't fall!"
Seeing that Fan Xian was running too fast, the old lady quickly reminded him.
Upon hearing his grandmother's call, Fan Xian stopped chasing the butterflies, turned around, and gave the old lady a bright smile.
"grandmother,"
He called out incoherently, then opened his arms and staggered toward the old woman.
Seeing this, the old lady rushed over, hugged him tightly, and gave him a big kiss on his chubby little face.
"Oh my dear grandson, you're all sweaty from running."
As the old lady spoke, she took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat from Fan Xian's forehead.
Fan Xian chuckled in the old lady's arms, enjoying this rare moment of warmth.
Although he knew that there were still many unknown dangers and challenges in this world.
But at least for this moment, in the quiet port city of Danzhou,
He was safe and happy in his grandmother's warm embrace.
Of course, Fan Xian did not forget his "mission" because of his comfortable life.
He knew that his coming into this world was not accidental.
His mother, the legendary woman Ye Qingmei, left him with too many mysteries, and also with a heavy responsibility.
He needs to secretly accumulate strength and learn the rules of survival in this world so that one day in the future he can uncover the whole truth and seek justice for his mother.
Although he is only a one-year-old baby now.
But his adult soul was constantly thinking and plotting for fame.
He would secretly observe the words and actions of the servants in the mansion, learning the language and etiquette of the era.
He would secretly browse through the books he could access to learn about the history and culture of the world.
He would even try some simple "training" based on his memories from his previous life, such as practicing crawling, standing, and walking.
To outsiders, this may seem like just a normal part of a baby's growth.
But only Fan Xian himself knew that every bit of progress he made was laying a solid foundation for his future rise.
Of course, life in Danzhou was not always smooth sailing.
Occasionally, he could sense that there were some ill-intentioned gazes in the mansion, secretly watching him.
He knew that those were informants from certain forces in the capital.
They might be spying on him, or they might be waiting for an opportunity to harm him.
But Fan Xian was not afraid.
Because he knew that there was a powerful protector by his side—Uncle Wuzhu.
Although Uncle Wuzhu mostly remained hidden in the shadows, rarely showing himself.
But Fan Xian could sense that Uncle Wu Zhu's gaze never left him.
Whenever he encounters real danger, Uncle Wuzhu will always appear immediately to protect his safety.
This realization filled Fan Xian with a sense of security.
The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.
Fan Xian snuggled in his grandmother's arms for a while, then struggled to get down.
He also wanted to chase after that beautiful butterfly.
He also wanted to explore this world, which was full of unknowns and novelties for him.
His time in Danzhou had only just begun.
And his legend awaits him to write.
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Time flies like an arrow.
In the blink of an eye, six years have passed.
Ye Tian, who was just an infant in swaddling clothes back then, has now grown into a seven-year-old boy.
However, this seven-year-old boy was completely different from ordinary children.
Benefiting from the supreme foundation of the innate sacred body and the domineering power of the Heaven-Covering Technique and the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force, as well as the nourishment of countless rare and precious materials and divine skill manuals.
Ye Tian's cultivation level had already reached an astonishing level—the initial stage of the eighth rank!
A seven-year-old master of the eighth rank!
If this were to spread, it would be enough to shock the entire Qing Kingdom, and even the whole world!
It should be noted that even those who are hailed as martial arts prodigies and the pride of heaven are mostly still in the stage of tempering their muscles and bones and honing their qi at this age.
Ye Tian, however, had already quietly entered the ranks of top-tier masters!
Besides his rapid progress in cultivation, Ye Tian has also acquired many valuable items over the years through his constant check-ins at various locations in the palace and at the Princess's residence.
For example, the unparalleled lightness skill of the Xiaoyao Sect—Lingbo Weibu.
This footwork, combined with his increasingly refined internal energy, was truly as graceful as a startled swan and as lithe as a swimming dragon, with unbelievable speed.
There are also protective treasures such as the Heart-Protecting Mirror and the Substitute Jade Talisman. Although they are not of very high quality, they can play an unexpected role in critical moments.
Of course, what pleased Ye Tian the most was his devastatingly handsome face.
As he grew older, his unparalleled beauty, inherited from Ye Qingmei, became increasingly apparent.
Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, her nose was high and straight, and her lips were red and her teeth were white.
Especially her big, dark eyes, deep and bright, seemed to contain the stars and the sea, carrying a maturity and wisdom beyond her years.
In addition, there was his increasingly upright posture and the unique temperament brought about by cultivation.
She is a complete and utterly depraved little devil who can bewitch the masses and bring disaster to the country!
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Inside the sleeping quarters of the Princess's residence.
As dawn broke, golden sunlight streamed through the window, filling the room with warmth.
Ye Tian had just finished a night of cultivation. He slowly opened his eyes and felt refreshed and full of energy.
He got out of bed, dressed skillfully, and tidied his slightly messy hair.
Just then, a light footstep sound came from behind.
Immediately afterwards, the door to the bedchamber was pushed open, and a graceful figure walked in.
It was none other than the eldest princess, Li Yunrui.
At this moment, Li Yunrui was wearing a loose silk robe, her jet-black hair casually draped over her shoulders, adding to her languid and charming appearance.
Her stunningly beautiful face still held a hint of lingering sleepiness, along with a gentle smile that naturally appeared upon seeing Ye Tian.
"Tian'er, are you awake?"
Li Yunrui's voice, with a hint of the huskiness characteristic of early morning, was still as melodious as a nightingale singing in a valley.
"Mother."
Ye Tian called out obediently, a perfectly timed smile appearing on his face.
After so many years of getting along, he had long been used to Li Yunrui's almost pathological pampering and dependence.
He had long been used to playing the role of a well-behaved, sensible, and lovable "good son" in front of her.
Li Yunrui slowly walked up to Ye Tian.
At that moment, she reached out her slender hand and gently straightened his slightly disheveled collar.
Her fingertips, warm and smooth as jade, carrying a faint fragrance, inadvertently touched the skin on Ye Tian's neck.
Ye Tian's heart stirred for no apparent reason.
He could clearly feel that Li Yunrui's body stiffened slightly and her breathing seemed to become a little rapid the moment she touched his skin.
"Tian'er, you've grown taller again."
Li Yunrui's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Her gaze was fixed on Ye Tian's face, which was becoming increasingly handsome and resembled Ye Qingmei more and more.
Especially those eyes, they're exactly like Ye Qingmei's!
Bright and clear, yet carrying a hint of worldly wisdom and detachment.
This feeling both fascinated and terrified her.
She was afraid, afraid that this child in front of her would eventually leave her, just like his mother.
She was even more afraid that the already twisted and corrupted feelings in her heart would completely spiral out of control.
"Mother?"
Ye Tian looked at Li Yunrui's somewhat absent-minded appearance and called out softly.
Li Yunrui suddenly came to her senses, a hint of panic flashing across her face, which she quickly suppressed.
She forced a smile and said, "It's nothing."
"My mother just thought, 'My goodness, my son is getting more and more beautiful.'"
As she spoke, she couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke Ye Tian's cheek, her eyes filled with undisguised infatuation and possessiveness.
That gaze was so intense it seemed to melt Ye Tian.
Alarm bells rang loudly in Ye Tian's mind!
He knew that his crazy foster mother's feelings for him were becoming increasingly dangerous.
If this continues, something bad will happen sooner or later!
Just as Li Yunrui's face drew closer and closer, and her faintly fragrant breath became clearly audible.
Ye Tian suddenly spoke up, "Mother, your son wants to go for a walk."
Li Yunrui's movements suddenly stopped.
She looked at Ye Tian with some surprise, a hint of confusion and deep disappointment flashing in her eyes.