Investiture of the Gods: Childhood Sweetheart Daji, Starting with Quasi-Saint Cultivation

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Su Yunbai!

He's an amateur, struggling writer!

While writing at home, I was writing something...

A mentally unstable man named Shen He suddenly broke into the house.

He was struck dead by a mental illness, the world turned upside down, and then came a long fall.

There is no end to the pain, only a void of darkness.

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cold.

This was Su Yunbai's first sensation upon regaining consciousness.

Then comes the baby's instinctive crying.

He opened his eyes and saw a gray sky and snowflakes falling like goose feathers.

He was lying on a cold, snowy ground, no longer wrapped in mountaineering clothes, but in a rough but thick animal hide.

Its body shrank, and its hands and feet shrunk to the size of an infant's.

crossed.

This conclusion did not alarm him for long.

In his previous life, he was an orphan, all alone, and had a numb adaptability to any sudden changes.

The important thing now is to survive.

He stopped crying and tried to turn his little head to look around.

A vast, desolate snowfield, with the silhouettes of dark mountains in the distance.

The wind was strong, swirling with snowflakes.

They will freeze to death.

This realization made him use all his strength to cry again.

The cries sounded faint in the wind and snow.

……

He didn't know how much time had passed, but just as his consciousness began to blur again, the sound of horses' hooves and the scraping of metal pierced through the wind and snow.

A group of people came into view.

There were about twenty or thirty men, all dressed in ancient armor, riding strong warhorses with bows and long spears hanging from their saddles.

The leader was about thirty years old, with a resolute face, a short beard, and sharp eyes like an eagle. He was wearing a heavy fur cloak.

The team had clearly noticed something unusual in the snow.

"My lord, there's something ahead!" A knight spurred his horse forward to investigate, then turned back and shouted, "It's an infant!"

The man known as "Lord"—Lord Su Hu of Jizhou—frowned and rode closer.

He reined in his warhorse and looked down at the baby wrapped in animal skin in the snow.

The baby's face was blue from the cold, but his eyes were surprisingly clear, unlike the usual confused look of a baby. He just looked at him quietly, without crying or making a fuss.

Su Hu had fought for many years and his heart was as hard as iron, but the sight of the abandoned baby in the wasteland still stirred his heart.

Besides, the look in this child's eyes...

"Are there any villages or pedestrians nearby?" he asked in a deep voice.

The guard glanced around and reported, "My lord, the snow is too heavy; the footprints have long been buried. It's all over the place, and there doesn't seem to be any sign of human habitation."

That's strange.

Who would abandon a baby who is wrapped up fairly well in this bitterly cold and desolate place?

Su Hu dismounted and walked closer to take a closer look.

The animal hide was made of the finest fox fur, something that ordinary people could not afford.

The baby wore a white pendant that was neither gold nor jade around its neck!

It felt warm to the touch, and was engraved with an ancient character he didn't recognize.

"My lord, the appearance of this child is suspicious; it may be an ominous sign," a lieutenant whispered a warning. The people of the Shang Dynasty revered ghosts and gods; the appearance of a healthy infant of unknown origin in the wilderness was indeed bound to arouse suspicion.

Su Hu remained silent.

He reached out and touched the baby's cheek.

It's cold.

The baby suddenly stirred, its little hand struggling to emerge from the animal skin and grasp his rough index finger.

The force was very light, yet it carried a strange warmth.

Just then, a guard galloped up from afar, dismounted, and reported: "My lord! I have discovered a large patch of messy footprints and...bloodstains three miles to the southeast, as well as a few tufts of grayish-black stiff hair, which seem to belong to a wolf demon! The footprints lead into the deep mountains, and there appear to be buried bones under the snow."

Wolf demon?

Su Hu's eyes sharpened.

Monsters frequently appear on the northern border, harassing the local people.

It seems a caravan or travelers were attacked, and this child...

He looked again at the baby who was clutching his finger.

Was it forcibly lost during the escape? Or...?

"This child survived the wolf demon's attack and remained upright even while lying alone on the snowy plains; he is no ordinary man." Su Hu spoke slowly, making his decision. "Since he has met me, Su Hu, it must be fate. Take him back to my residence and raise him well."

He took off his cloak, carefully wrapped the baby in it, and held it in his arms.

A deep warmth and a strange sense of security emanated from my embrace.

"Back to the city."

……

The Marquis of Jizhou's residence.

Inside the warm pavilion of the inner courtyard, the charcoal fire was burning brightly.

Su Hu's wife, Lady Yang, was a gentle and kind woman. She looked at the baby her husband brought back with eyes full of pity.

"Poor thing, in this freezing weather..." She carefully took the child and gently patted and comforted him.

"Father, Father!" a clear, childish voice rang out.

A little girl who is about three or four years old!

Wearing a red brocade jacket, she ran in like a ball of fire.

She wore her hair in two buns, and had very large, dark, and exceptionally bright eyes!

Her skin was as white as the finest mutton fat jade, and her eyebrows and eyes already hinted at a future beauty that could topple kingdoms.

This is Su Hu's only daughter, Su Daji.

"Daji, slow down." A hint of gentleness appeared on Su Hu's serious face.

"What is this?" Little Daji stood on tiptoe, looking curiously at the "package" in her mother's arms.

"This is your younger brother that your father found in the snow," Madam Yang said gently with a smile.

"Little brother?" Little Daji blinked, trying to understand the meaning of the word. She stretched out her tiny finger and carefully touched the baby's face.

Su Yunbai, who had been quiet all along, looked at the exquisitely beautiful little girl in front of him!

This is... Su Daji? The real, human Su Daji?

He tried to pull the corners of his mouth up, giving the little girl a toothless, baby-like smile.

"Oh! He smiled at me!" Little Daji exclaimed in delight, her eyes curving into crescents. "He likes me!"

She immediately turned her head, grabbed Su Hu's sleeve, and looked up at him pleadingly, "Father, Father! Please let him stay! Daji wants this little brother! Daji will share her snacks with him!"

Su Hu and his wife exchanged a glance and smiled.

"Okay, from now on he'll be your younger brother."

Su Hu rubbed his daughter's head, then looked at the baby in his wife's arms!

"This child is destined to be with my Su family, so I have adopted him, and he will take my surname, Su, and be ranked after Daji. As for his name..."

He recalled the unfamiliar characters on the white pendant, which resembled flowing clouds.

"Let's call him 'Yunbai'. Su Yunbai."

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From then on, the Marquis of Jizhou's mansion had one more young master.

Su Yunbai carefully played the role of a baby.

She nurses, sleeps, and occasionally makes babbling sounds.

He quickly got a feel for the surroundings.

This was during the reign of Emperor Yi of the Shang Dynasty.

Su Hu was an important vassal lord who guarded the north, and was known for his bravery and integrity.

The atmosphere in the mansion was relatively harmonious. The mistress, Madam Yang, was kind and treated him like her own son.

Most importantly, there was his "older sister," Su Daji, who came to see him almost every day.

Little Daji was filled with curiosity and possessiveness towards this suddenly appearing younger brother.

"Little brother, look, this is the most beautiful flower in the garden!"

"Little brother, listen, isn't that bird singing beautifully?"

"Little brother, don't cry, your big sister is here."

She would lie by the cradle, talking to him incessantly, piling her favorite toys around him, and clumsily wiping his drool with a small handkerchief.

Although Jiang Yunbai's soul is that of an adult, his cold and lonely heart from his previous life is slowly softening in the face of this pure and unadulterated intimacy and dependence.

Is this... family?

He lay in the warm swaddling clothes, listening to the soft voice of little Daji, looking at the ancient beams above his head, and thinking silently.

In my past life I wandered aimlessly, but in this life I have finally found my home.

Although the future is uncertain, this start seems... not bad.