Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"Father...Father?"

These two words are like a spell more terrifying than divine thunder from the heavens.

Boom!

Su Changqing felt a roar in his mind. All the myriad tribulations of gods, the path of immortal cultivation, and the breaking of the void were shattered into dust at this moment!

His Dao heart, which remained calm even in the face of a thousand troops, collapsed instantly, shattering into pieces that could not be pieced back together no matter what he did.

"Hey! Hey!"

Su Changqing responded almost reflexively, his voice trembling and choked with emotion.

"I am! I am Father! I am!"

He panicked.

Really panicked.

This reclusive terrestrial immortal, at this moment, is like a child who has just learned to walk, squatting down helplessly.

He reached out his hands to hug the little dumpling in front of him, but then suddenly pulled them back halfway.

He looked at his palms; although they were fair and slender, he always felt there was dust on them.

Or perhaps there was an unseen sword aura, as if afraid of soiling the daughter's delicate pink dress or hurting her tender, tofu-like skin.

"I...I'm not dirty, I just washed my hands..."

Su Changqing explained incoherently, completely lacking the domineering presence he had when facing the Black Snake Gang, and the composure he had shown when facing Baili Dongjun.

At this moment, he was just an ordinary, excited, and even a little silly father.

"whee."

Little Nuomi looked at the flustered, big uncle in front of her... oh no, her daddy, and suddenly laughed.

That smile was like a spring breeze and rain, melting away ice and snow.

She revealed a row of clean, white, and neat little teeth, and her big eyes curved into two crescent moons, making her extremely cute.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, she opened her short arms and, like a small cannonball, suddenly pounced into Su Changqing's arms!

"Daddy, hug me!"

soft!

It's too soft!

This was Su Changqing's first impression.

The little dumpling in my arms smelled wonderfully of milk; it was soft, fluffy, and warm.

The moment that small body pressed against his chest, Su Changqing felt that his entire life was complete.

He instinctively tightened his arms, holding his daughter tightly in his embrace, as if he possessed the whole world.

"My good...my good daughter..."

Su Changqing buried his face in the crook of Xiao Nuomi's neck, took a deep breath, and his eyes were already wet with tears.

"Father is here. Father will never leave again."

"Really?"

Little Nuomi raised her head, blinked her big eyes, and held out her little finger, "Let's pinky swear!"

"Pinky promise! Pinky promise, never to change for a hundred years!"

Su Changqing stretched out his finger and solemnly hooked it around that little finger.

This was probably the most solemn vow he ever made in his life, heavier than any vow made to Heaven.

Looking at this heartwarming scene of a loving father and filial daughter.

Li Hanyi, who had been holding back her emotions the whole time, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Waaaaah..."

Her body went limp, and she squatted down on the ground, hugging her knees with both hands, bursting into tears like a little girl who had suffered a great injustice.

He doesn't have the demeanor of a sword immortal, nor does he have a cold and aloof persona.

At that moment, she was just a fragile woman who had been carrying the burden alone for three years.

"You bastard! Su Changqing, you big bastard!"

Li Hanyi cried as she grabbed wood chips from the ground and threw them at Su Changqing, yelling, "Why did you leave! Why didn't you even say goodbye!"

"Do you know what I've been through these past three years? When I was pregnant with Nuonuo, my morning sickness was so bad that no one would even pour me a drink of water! If I wanted to eat pickled plums, I had to get up in the middle of the night to buy them myself!"

"The day I gave birth to Nuonuo, it happened to be a thunderstorm. I was in excruciating pain, calling your name over and over, but where were you? Where were you?!"

Li Hanyi cried her heart out, every word she uttered felt like a knife stabbing into Su Changqing's heart.

"When Nuonuo was one year old, she had a high fever and kept calling for her father while she was delirious. All I could do was hold her and cry, telling her that her father had gone to fight the bad guys and would be back soon..."

"To find you, I've traveled all over the world. Everyone laughs at me, calling me a crazy woman, laughing at my lack of propriety... but I don't care! But I'm afraid Nuonuo won't have a father! I'm afraid that when she grows up and asks me where her father went, I won't be able to answer!"

Hearing Li Hanyi's tearful account, everyone present fell silent.

Those who were just watching the spectacle now had red eyes, and some of the more sentimental older women were even wiping away tears.

"That's so tragic... The Snow Moon Sword Immortal has had it so tough."

"That man deserves to die! Even if he's handsome, he can't be such a jerk!"

"If it were me, I'd stab him to death!"

Even Baili Dongjun, who had always felt sorry for Su Changqing's plight, couldn't help but sigh and silently put the jar of wine back on the table.

It's best not to drink at times like this, as you'll get drunk easily.

Holding his daughter, Su Changqing listened to Li Hanyi's accusations, his heart filled with guilt and self-reproach.

He knew that although he had spent those three years in a state of deep meditation and had not intentionally abandoned Li Hanyi, it was a real abandonment and hurt to her.

Any explanation seems pale and powerless in the face of such suffering.

He slowly walked up to Li Hanyi, knelt on one knee, and gently stroked her hair with one hand.

"Hanyi, I'm sorry."

Su Changqing's voice was deep and firm.

"I know it's no use saying anything now. But life is long. Give me a chance to make it up to you and our child for the rest of my life, okay?"

Li Hanyi raised her head, her face streaked with tears, and looked at Su Changqing with a complicated expression.

She saw the sincerity in Su Changqing's eyes and felt that long-lost warmth.

In fact, the moment she saw Su Changqing accept his daughter without hesitation and hold Nuonuo with eyes full of affection, most of her resentment had already dissipated.

What she wanted was never to be the best in the world, nor to be a peerless sword immortal.

All she wanted was a home, a safe haven from the wind and rain.

The little girl in her arms seemed to sense that something was wrong. She reached out her tiny hand to wipe away Li Hanyi's tears and said in a childish voice, "Mommy, don't cry. Daddy's back. Daddy will protect us from now on!"

This brilliant assist completely shattered Li Hanyi's last bit of psychological defense.

She sniffed, trying to stop her tears, but she couldn't stop them no matter what she did.

"Who cares if he protects me!"

Li Hanyi turned her head away arrogantly, stubbornly saying, "I can protect Nuonuo myself!"

Su Changqing smiled.

He knew he had barely gotten through this hurdle.

As long as Li Hanyi is willing to speak and swear, there's still hope. What's most frightening is that kind of utterly despondent silence.

"Yes, yes, yes, my Hanyi is the most powerful. The Snow Moon Sword Immortal is renowned throughout the world, how could I possibly protect her?"

Su Changqing quickly stroked his hair.

"Then I'll protect Nuonuo, and while I'm at it, I'll be your sidekick, serving you tea and water, how about that?"

"Pfft."

Li Hanyi was amused and burst into laughter through her tears.

That smile was like the first spring breeze after a cold winter, breathtakingly beautiful.

The surrounding air seemed to warm up instantly.

But the next second, she seemed to realize that she shouldn't forgive this bastard so easily, and immediately stopped smiling and put on a stern face.

Stop being so cheeky!

Li Hanyi stood up, dusted off her skirt, and regained her proud demeanor as a sword immortal.

Looking at the carefree little Nuomi laughing in Su Changqing's arms, she felt more and more that she couldn't just let go of the grievances she had suffered over the past three years.

Why is it that his daughter is so close to him as soon as he comes back?

Why should I forgive him just because he said a few words so casually?

No!

That's too good for him!

He needs to learn a lesson!

Thinking of this, the tenderness in Li Hanyi's eyes was once again replaced by a hint of "killing intent".

However, this time, there was an added element of coquetry and spite in his murderous intent.

"Su Changqing!"

Li Hanyi suddenly shouted, startling Su Changqing, who was enjoying a moment of fatherly bliss.

"What's wrong, honey?"

Su Changqing asked subconsciously.

"Who's your wife! We haven't even had a wedding ceremony yet!"

Li Hanyi blushed, then became furious and embarrassed. She reached out and summoned the Iron Horse Ice River from the ground back into her hand.

A flash of cold light, and the sword's aura was menacing!

Su Changqing was stunned: "No... didn't we have an agreement? I've already admitted my mistake!"

"If admitting your mistakes is enough, what's the point of having a sword?"

As Li Hanyi cried, she suddenly grew angrier and angrier, and drew her sword again, leaping into action:

"Even though I've acknowledged you as my daughter, I still want to strike you down with my sword to vent my anger! Take this!"

This sword strike, unleashed in fury, was even more powerful than before!