I became a saint through my son's boasting.

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Bu Qingshan and his son returned to a peaceful life.

After all, the mastermind behind it all, Xu Changfeng, has already been killed. They don't have any enemies for the time being, and they don't usually offend anyone.

"Chen Qian's bragging skills have hit a bottleneck."

Bu Qingshan was somewhat troubled.

In the past two weeks, he only gained the ability to "hear the wind clearly," because his son's bragging skills had reached their limit and he couldn't brag any bigger.

Human imagination is limited.

What kind of astonishing things could a six-year-old child, who has never seen much of the world, possibly imagine?

Learning without thinking is futile.

To die without learning is perilous!

Chen Qian hadn't studied for a long time, so he couldn't find new inspiration for boasting, and gradually he started to show signs of running out of ideas.

Bu Qingshan was very anxious!

But he couldn't directly intervene. He had countless inspirations in his mind, but he couldn't tell his son.

He couldn't even tell someone else first, and then have that person tell his son.

He wanted to write a book about cultivating immortality and leave it by the roadside so that his son would accidentally come across its contents, but he was warned by the system again.

This is cheating, the system won't allow it!

He didn't dare gamble; if the system really disappeared, he'd have nowhere to turn.

"How can the water be so clear? Because it has a source of fresh water. This peaceful life needs more changes."

Bu Qingshan sat in the courtyard, muttering to himself.

He was considering whether to take his son away from Xinghua Village to see the world, but he felt it was too dangerous.

After all, his son had no cultivation, and his current strength had not yet reached the point where he could "go anywhere in the world".

It's safest to just lie low.

suddenly!

He looked up and saw a figure streak across the sky like a shooting star. Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, his eyesight was astonishing, and he was able to make out the person's appearance.

"This is... Chen Xiwei?!"

This is the original owner's sister-in-law.

This younger sister-in-law showed great talent for cultivation from a young age, so at the request of the royal family, the Chen family sent her to the capital as a hostage.

The royal family has ancestral precepts:

The three great families of cultivators in the dynasty each had to send their most talented offspring to the capital as hostages in each generation.

However, at the same time, the royal family must not suppress the three great families, let alone persecute them; in fact, they must strongly support the three great families.

This seems contradictory.

The royal family didn't understand, nor did the three great families, but for the past few hundred years, the royal family and the three great families had gotten along very well.

So be it. They won't be mistreated in the capital; in fact, they might even receive great courtesy.

Moreover, there are no restrictions on family members meeting.

After the original owner and Chen Xiyao got together, they visited the capital city several times to see the sister-in-law. Their wedding was even held in the capital city, which was also for the convenience of the sister-in-law.

In the original owner's memories, this sister-in-law disliked her brother-in-law.

She made no attempt to hide her contempt, and even frequently belittled her brother-in-law in front of her sister, saying that he was not good enough for her sister.

At these times, his wife Chen Xiyao would always smile gently, neither blaming her sister nor explaining anything to the original owner.

The original owner was quite magnanimous.

Although he knew his sister-in-law didn't like him, he wasn't angry or resentful; on the contrary, he felt a little apologetic.

He also felt that he was not good enough for his wife Chen Xiyao, but he was so deeply in love that he couldn't let go and didn't want to lose her.

"call out!"

While he was still in a daze, the shooting star turned back and fell into the courtyard.

Chen Xiwei stared blankly at Bu Qingshan, her eyes slightly red, but she didn't say anything. She seemed to be feeling uncertain and didn't dare to ask.

"Vivi? How did you find this place?"

Bu Qingshan asked in surprise.

Chen Xiwei trembled, tears welling in her eyes, and murmured softly, "It really is you...it really is you..."

Then she suddenly rushed over and started punching and kicking Bu Qingshan. Her punches and kicks were weak and powerless, and she cursed as she hit him.

"You piece of trash! Why are you still alive?!"

"Why are my parents dead, my sister dead, and you're the only one still alive?! Why, why? Waaaaaah..."

As they fought, she squatted down in front of Bu Qingshan, buried her head between her knees, and burst into tears.

Looking at the sorrowful, weeping woman, Bu Qingshan felt a pang of unease. Perhaps it was the body that was grieving.

After all, they were their only remaining relatives.

The original owner's parents and relatives were also slaughtered by that mysterious enemy back then, leaving no one alive in the family.

"Father, who is this? Why is she crying?"

Just then, Chen Qian came out of the house, his mouth smeared with pastries and holding a piece of apricot blossom cake in his hand.

Chen Xiwei suddenly looked up, then rushed over, knelt down, and hugged Chen Qian tightly, her eyes blurry with tears: "Chen Qian, it's me, your aunt..."

Chen Qian looked at his father blankly.

Bu Qingshan nodded: "Chen Qian, this is indeed your aunt. She is your mother's younger sister."

"what?"

Chen Qian stared wide-eyed in surprise.

But thinking about it carefully, I seem to have seen such a woman when I was a child, but I can't quite remember her.

So he held the osmanthus cake to Chen Xiwei's lips: "Auntie, you should have the apricot cake, it's delicious."

Chen Xiwei pursed her lips and shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

She felt relieved, happy, and sad at the same time. Her sister's child was still alive, but her sister was no longer alive.

......

That night.

At Chen Xiwei's insistence, Chen Qian did not sleep with his father, but slept with his aunt instead.

On the bed, Chen Xiwei held her little nephew in her arms and asked softly, "Chen Qian, is your father good to you?"

"Auntie, my dad treats me very well." Chen Qian smiled warmly.

Chen Xiwei inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, then asked as if possessed, "Who washed your diapers for the first two years?"

"Huh? What diapers? I never wet the bed, I didn't, I didn't!"

Chen Qian hurriedly denied it.

Chen Xiwei smiled indulgently: "You child, it's very normal for three- or four-year-olds to wet the bed. The more they wet the bed, the more promising they are."

"I see!"

Chen Qian's eyes lit up: "Then I do wet the bed often, almost every day. Every morning when I wake up, my pants are wet."

"Who washes your diapers?"

Without hesitation, Chen Qian replied, "Of course my dad washed it!"

Chen Xiwei was taken aback, then asked in surprise, "Aren't there any young women in your village? Don't they help your father wash?"

Chen Qian said:

"Yes, quite a lot, but my dad never talks to them and won't let me accept fruit or candy from them."

Chen Xiwei was silent for a moment, then smiled unconsciously. Her eyes were somewhat complicated as she muttered to herself:

"Sister, you really have great taste..."

Involuntarily, her sister's gentle smile from back then floated into her mind again, a smile that seemed to contain many things.

It made her feel guilty.

She thought for a moment, then asked, "Chen Qian, why did your father become a Xiantian expert? What exactly happened in these past three years?"

"Huh? What is a Xiantian expert?" Chen Qian was taken aback.

"Don't you know? Didn't your father talk to you about cultivation?" Chen Xiwei was shocked.

"No."

Chen Qian honestly shook his head, then eagerly hugged his aunt's arm: "Auntie, why don't you tell me about it? I really want to know!"

Chen Xiwei nodded:

"Alright, then I'll tell you some basic knowledge about cultivation, starting with the cultivation realms and the basic characteristics of each realm."

"First is the Nine Oxen Realm..."

"After the Five Viscera Realm comes the Innate Realm, which is the current realm of your father and aunt. Its most notable characteristic is the ability to fly and emit innate qi."

"After the Innate Realm comes the Mortal Transformation Realm. This realm transcends the realm of mortals. A primordial spirit will be born within the body, allowing one to command the wind and rain, just like a god."

Chen Qian suddenly asked, "Auntie, what are you talking about as the primordial spirit?"

Chen Xiwei looked longingly at the sight: "That's the manifestation of a soul condensing into a physical form, looking exactly like the body, and radiating golden light."

Chen Qian's eyes lit up.

Then he frowned and said thoughtfully, "Auntie, my father doesn't seem to be... at the Innate Realm."