Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1613 People, in the end, must recognize their own worth.

It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking.

The first rays of dawn broke through the clouds and poured down, a dazzling display of light.

The orange-red sunlight gently descended.

The light splashes across the mountains and rivers, blending with the thin, smoky mist in the mountains, creating a hazy, ethereal atmosphere. It drapes the rolling mountains in colorful veils, making them appear dreamlike and like a fairyland.

Su Fan sat cross-legged in the main hall of the courtyard, with an antique wooden table in front of him and a thick book on it.

The pages are yellowed, exuding a faint, antique feel.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the ancient books, completely absorbed in them.

He was completely different from the ruthless and evil demon who used to destroy sects with a wave of his hand.

Now, his personal secret realm has long been occupied by several Daoist partners.

The once quiet and secluded personal secret realm is now bustling with activity every day, filled with laughter and joy, making it quite lively.

Su Fan is a person who naturally prefers quiet and dislikes noise the most.

So every day I would stay alone in the main hall of the courtyard, reading classics, cultivating myself, and spending the whole day quietly away from the noise and hustle and bustle.

On a jade couch not far away, a little boy of about three or four years old was playing by himself, occasionally letting out a clear and cheerful laugh.

The laughter was pure and innocent, like heavenly music, breaking the tranquility of the courtyard without seeming abrupt; instead, it added a touch of warmth and life.

Su Fan slowly put down the book in his hand, his face even more serene.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze gently falling on the little boy, the indifference and coldness in his eyes long since replaced by deep affection.

Even the wrinkles between his brows seemed to soften a bit.

This child was Li Chongxiu's youngest son, named Su Changqing.

The little guy has excellent aptitude, possessing a rare dual spiritual root, and has been deeply loved by Su Fan since birth.

Su Fan was overjoyed when the child was born, and he loved him so much that he took the little one with him wherever he went.

Su Fan already knew that Wei Xiaomo was pregnant.

He personally checked her pulse and clearly sensed that the girl was carrying a daughter.

In a few months, another little daughter of his will be born in the old Su family mansion.

He had already decided on the child's name: Su Luoyu.

The Luo River, brimming with affection, where fish frolic in tranquility, holds a tenderness he had never known in his life.

A warm feeling of disbelief spread across Su Fan's eyes. He himself had never expected that at his age, he would be able to have another pair of children.

These two little ones are surprisingly senior in terms of generation.

His descendants, the Su family, have spanned generations. Many of his grandchildren are already in their fifties or sixties with graying temples. When they see these two little ones in the future, they will still respectfully call them "Uncle" and "Aunt."

Su Changqing sat alone on the jade couch, fiddling with small jade toys. He chattered and made noise for a long time until his little body finally gave up and his chubby little face flushed red.

He slowly turned around, his dark eyes locking onto Su Fan, and then uttered a soft, sweet call, as sweet as honey.

"father……"

The voice instantly struck Su Fan's heart, and the old father's heart almost melted.

He spent half his life traversing the cultivation world, witnessing countless battles and killings, and had long since developed a heart of stone.

But when facing this newborn little one, all her sharpness disappeared, leaving only tenderness in her heart and eyes.

After shouting this, Su Changqing clumsily climbed down from the warm jade couch.

His short legs wobbled as he stumbled and staggered towards Su Fan, like a toddler learning to walk.

Su Fan's heart was already warmed by that "Dad," and the doting look in his eyes was almost overflowing.

He quickly stretched out his arms and steadily pulled the little body that was rushing towards him into his embrace. His palms were pressed against the child's warm back, the touch was soft, and his mind became clear and peaceful.

He carefully lifted Su Changqing high and then slowly lowered him, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a rare treasure, which made the little guy giggle.

The crisp laughter, like wind chimes, echoed in the quiet courtyard, dispelling all the gloom and leaving only warmth and healing. Even the wind seemed to soften.

Just as the father and son were having a great time, a member of the Su family hurriedly walked in from outside.

"Greetings, Ancestor..."

The member of the Su family bowed deeply, not daring to even raise his head.

Su Fan glanced down at him, her brows twitching almost imperceptibly.

Although the boy in front of him bore some resemblance to the Su family, he couldn't immediately recall which branch of his family this grandson belonged to.

There's no way around it; the Su family's old house is now filled with countless descendants, their grandchildren and siblings numbering innumerable, spanning generation after generation.

Moreover, he lived a secluded life for many years, detached from worldly affairs, and devoted himself entirely to self-cultivation. How could he possibly remember the appearances of all his descendants?

This thought crossed his mind, and he felt a slight pang of guilt. He had ultimately neglected these blood relatives.

So he tried to keep his tone gentle and asked softly, "What is it..."

"Reporting to the Ancestor... the Sect Master of the 'Demon Sun Divine Palace,' the Divine Venerable Shi Dao, has arrived..."

Upon hearing this, Su Fan's smile vanished instantly, his brows furrowed slowly, and a hint of impatience and doubt flashed in his eyes.

What is that old bastard Peng Shidao doing here at this time?

Despite his inner turmoil, Su Fan's tone remained calm, revealing no emotion.

"Let him in..."

A moment later, Peng Shidao followed the young man into the courtyard.

Upon seeing Su Fan, he immediately bowed deeply, his attitude extremely respectful, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Junior brother... I apologize for my intrusion in coming today..."

Peng Shidao's voice was cautious, and his posture was extremely humble, almost obsequious.

Although he calls him "junior brother," his respectful demeanor, bordering on obsequious, makes anyone who sees him think he is paying respects to his grandmaster. He doesn't act like a sect leader of the same level at all.

Su Fan rolled his eyes inwardly, inwardly grumbling.

You know you're being presumptuous, yet you still come.

Su Fan remained unmoved, merely raising his hand and saying in a cold tone, "Sit down..."

Peng Shidao quickly agreed and carefully sat down cross-legged, not daring to overstep his bounds in the slightest.

As soon as he sat down, his gaze fell on Su Changqing in Su Fan's arms, and his eyes lit up immediately.

This child must be my junior brother's newborn son.

Indeed, she was exquisitely beautiful, full of spirit, and clearly not an ordinary child.

"Junior brother...this child is so well-behaved and adorable, with an extraordinary spirit..."

Peng Shidao immediately began to praise him, his ingratiating tone undisguised.

As he spoke, he hurriedly took out an antique wooden box from the storage ring at his waist. The box was surrounded by a faint spiritual aura, making it clear that the contents inside were extraordinary.

He held the wooden box with both hands and respectfully presented it to Su Fan, his posture becoming increasingly humble.

No one knew that Peng Shidao's heart was bleeding at that moment.

The contents of this wooden box are his treasured possessions, kept for many years, which he rarely even dared to touch.

But when he came to visit today, he really had nothing to offer, so he had to reluctantly part with what he wanted.

After all, the man in front of them was a powerful backer of the "Demon Sun Divine Palace." What was a mere treasure compared to the stability of the Demon Sun Divine Palace?

"This is a gift for the child when we first meet..."

Peng Shidao wore a smile on his face, but his heart ached inwardly. The reluctance in his eyes was almost impossible to hide, yet he dared not show it at all.

Su Fan gently swept his divine sense over the wooden box, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. This old man was really willing to part with it.

Since learning of the birth of her newborn son, all the sects of the Demonic Path and the families of the Immortal Cultivation Sect in Zheng Yuan Tian have been vying to send congratulatory gifts, each trying their best to curry favor.

Even the immortal sects that used to have no dealings with the demonic sects changed their arrogant ways and quietly sent generous gifts.

From the day this kid was born, the gifts he received alone were enough for him to squander for several lifetimes.

Su Fan smiled faintly, reached out and took the wooden box. His tone softened a bit, but he still didn't seem particularly warm.

"Senior brother...you're so kind..."

As he spoke, he placed the wooden box into Su Changqing's small hands and gently patted the child's back.

"Changqing...aren't you going to thank your uncle..."

Su Changqing had no idea what treasures were inside, but since his father had spoken, he looked up with his chubby little face and called out in a childish voice.

"Thank you, Uncle..."

The voice was soft and sweet, which made Peng Shidao overjoyed. He quickly waved his hand, and his smile deepened.

"You're welcome...good boy..."

Just then, a graceful figure emerged from the personal secret realm; it was Li Chongxiu.

As soon as she came out, she saw Peng Shidao sitting to the side, and immediately went forward and bowed to greet him.

Peng Shidao immediately guessed that this was Su Fan's new Daoist partner.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and quickly stood up to return the greeting respectfully, his tone full of politeness, and even lowered his posture a few more times.

Li Chongxiu nodded slightly, said nothing more, gently took Su Changqing from Su Fan's arms, and then, holding the child, turned around and returned to his personal secret realm.

Once Li Chongxiu's figure disappeared, the gentleness on Su Fan's face vanished instantly, and his tone returned to its coldness.

"Speak... what is it that made you, senior brother, make such a special trip..."

Peng Shidao quickly sat back down, his expression becoming more serious, the smile fading from his face.

He took a deep breath, organized his thoughts, and then slowly began to explain the purpose of his visit in detail.

His purpose in visiting was actually to report to Su Fan on the development of the "Demon Sun Divine Palace" over the past few years.

After all, everyone knows that the Demon Sun Divine Palace's current status, ranking among the three major demonic sects of Zheng Yuan Tian, ​​is not due to its own strength, but rather to its powerful backer, Su Fan.

Without Su Fan in charge, given the Demon Sun Divine Palace's past foundation and style, probably no one would take them seriously, let alone become one of the three major demonic sects.

Moreover, the vacated territory created by the destruction of the "Secret Demon God Sect" is lucrative.

However, the Demon Sun Divine Palace did not gain much benefit, ultimately because it lacked confidence and was too timid.

There was no other way; the Demon Sun Divine Palace had been hiding like a coward for too long, and its behavior had become timid and cautious.

Even with Su Fan backing them up, they still didn't dare to go all out to compete, fearing that they would get into trouble and lose their current peace and stability.

Although everyone in the sect has worked hard in recent years to expand the sect, it still hasn't reached the influence of the Secret Demon God Sect in the past, and is still far from it.

Su Fan listened quietly to his report, his face expressionless.

He had long anticipated this outcome. The Demon Sun Divine Palace's inherent strength was unworthy of its current status.

It's already quite good that they can maintain their standing and live a peaceful life by relying on his intimidation.

He hadn't had high expectations of them to begin with, so naturally he wasn't disappointed.

Thinking this, he picked up the teacup on the table and took a small sip.

"It's right for sects not to fight. They should focus on developing and strengthening their foundations, and avoid being impatient for quick success. As for the 'Blood Shadow Demon Sect' and the 'Holy Demon Palace,' let them fight it out. Sects should try their best not to get involved and just mind their own business..."

With him in charge, even if the Blood Shadow Demon Sect and the Holy Demon Palace fight fiercely, they won't dare to easily provoke the Demon Sun Divine Palace.

Without external threats, the Demon Sun Palace only needs to develop steadily. Given time, hundreds or thousands of years later, it may well have a chance to rise again.

After hearing Su Fan's words, Peng Shidao, who had been on edge the whole way, finally felt completely relieved, and a thin layer of sweat had already broken out on his back.

Before coming here, his biggest worry was that Su Fan would blame him for the sect's slow development and failure to secure benefits.

After all, the Demon Sun Palace occupies one of the three major demonic sects, yet it has failed to achieve corresponding results, which would make anyone dissatisfied.

Now that he had Su Fan's tacit approval and instructions, the huge weight in his heart finally lifted, and even his breathing became much easier.

"Junior brother, rest assured, after returning, I will definitely urge the entire sect to develop steadily, never be impatient for quick success and instant benefits, and never easily get involved in the struggles between the other two sects..." Peng Shidao quickly expressed his stance, his tone firm and his face full of respect.

Su Fan nodded slightly, waved his hand, and spoke with a hint of impatience, but also a hint of tacit approval.

"Just do it boldly and without worry, but remember not to be impatient for quick success. As for the sect's trivial matters, you can discuss and resolve them yourselves. As long as you don't cause any major trouble, don't bother me..."

Upon hearing this, Peng Shidao showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever; instead, he revealed a look of delight.

Su Fan's words, though seemingly impatient, were actually a sign of his trust in him, tacitly allowing him to handle all sect affairs, and a promise to always be his support.

He quickly stood up and bowed again.

"Junior brother, please rest assured, I will never disturb your peace and quiet again..."

After saying that, he turned around and carefully left the courtyard.

Su Fan watched Peng Shidao's hurried departure, a smile flickering in his eyes, and gently shook his head.

This old man, though a bit timid and hesitant in his actions, at least had the right intentions and was a pragmatic person.

Ultimately, people must recognize their own worth.

Wear underwear that matches your hip size.

Taking too big a step can easily lead to injury.

Peng Shidao may not be entirely clear on this point, but at least he knows how to restrain himself.

This is exactly the situation Su Fan hoped to see.

Let the Blood Shadow Demon Sect and the Holy Demon Palace fight it out, while the Demon Sun Divine Palace, by virtue of his intimidation, maintains its detached position, mediates between the two, develops steadily, and consolidates its foundation.

Take advantage of this stable period to gradually settle down and accumulate experience, so that you will have the opportunity to truly rise in the future.

(End of this chapter)