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The main hall and square of the Pangu Palace in Chaoge, the capital of the Shang Dynasty.

Today, the place was incredibly lively. A full five hundred tables of exquisite medicinal hot pot feasts were lined up on the bluestone square. The huge pots were bubbling with the finest dragon liver and phoenix marrow from the East Sea, as well as the flesh and blood of powerful demons captured from the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The steaming aroma soared to the heavens, enveloping the entire Buzhou Mountain in its incredibly rich meaty fragrance.

Today is the one-month anniversary of Lin Xuan's daughter, Lin Gui.

Lin Xuan was dressed in an extremely casual white short-sleeved shirt and wore his ever-present flip-flops.

He carried a beautifully sculpted baby girl in his hands with remarkable steadiness as he strode through the room.

This baby girl was Lin Gui, whom Chang'e gave birth to after giving birth with all her might.

The little girl had a head full of thick baby hair, and her big, sapphire-like eyes darted around, completely oblivious to stage fright. Her delicate little hands gripped Lin Xuan's collar tightly, and every now and then she would exhale a transparent bubble that emitted the innate fragrance of laurel blossoms.

Houtu and Xiwangmu, along with a group of female immortals, excitedly surrounded them.

"Let me hold her quickly. This little girl is so beautiful, her nose and eyes are just like her mother Chang'e's." Houtu stretched out her hands eagerly.

Lin Xuan grinned and carefully handed Lin Gui to Hou Tu.

Xiao Lin Gui twisted her body in Hou Tu's arms, then suddenly stretched out her chubby right finger and pointed directly at a load-bearing pillar next to the hall.

The pillar was made of wood that had been struck by lightning millions of years ago; it was incredibly hard and had long since lost all signs of life.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Lin Gui pointed her finger in the air, a loud "crackling" sound came from inside the dead wooden pillar.

An intensely vibrant azure light spread wildly along the wood grain. In just half a breath, the dry, black wooden pillar not only sprouted more than a dozen thick, emerald-green vines, but also blossomed a large patch of snow-white innate laurel flowers at its top!

"Holy crap!" Gonggong, carrying a bowl of noodles, passed by and cursed upon seeing this scene. "This little girl's affinity for wood is too overpowered! She can make even dead wood bloom and bear fruit. If she were to plant trees outside, the entire Shang Dynasty could become a vast forest by tomorrow."

The female fairies laughed out loud with great joy, and one by one they rushed to pinch Xiao Lin Gui's chubby cheeks.

At this moment, Zhu Rong walked out of the inner hall with an extremely smug expression.

This old rascal went all out today, buying a top-quality, bright red fire silk cloak from Su Daji's haute couture boutique, paying in full. The cloak was embroidered with several lifelike fire dragon patterns, making it incredibly flashy.

"Come here, let your fifth uncle give you a hug. Let your little niece see how impressive your fifth uncle's new outfit is." Zhu Rong grinned and put his big old face right in front of Lin Gui.

His beard, which Lin Sa had burned off, had recently grown back a small tuft of red stubble after he took his father's hair-growth pill.

Lin Gui stared at Zhu Rong's big face for a while, then her eyes lit up instantly. She suddenly reached forward with her two small hands and grabbed the small tuft of stubble that had finally grown on Zhu Rong's chin with great precision and firmness.

"Ouch! My little ancestor! Be gentle, be gentle!" Zhu Rong gasped in pain, his face contorting instantly.

Normally, if anyone dared to touch a single hair on his beard, this hot-tempered old man would have already cleaved them in two with his halberd. But today, facing this delicate, one-month-old niece, he, the mighty Ancestral God of Fire, didn't even flinch.

To prevent Xiao Lin Gui from falling, Zhu Rong even bent over without any restraint, placing his hands on his knees. He let his large head hang in mid-air, allowing Xiao Lin Gui to grab his beard and use his large face as a human swing.

The little girl giggled excitedly, swinging and twirling in the air with her hands and feet.

Zhu Rong grinned foolishly below, completely transforming into a perfectly dutiful old locust tree toy.

Gonggong, watching from the side, rolled his eyes and loudly mocked, "You old scoundrel Zhurong! You've disgraced the reputation of the Ancestral God of Fire all the way to Xiniu Hezhou! Being pulled by the beard and made a fool of like a monkey by a little kid, you're a spineless henpecked husband! If it were me, I would have shaved my beard off long ago!"

Zhu Rong retorted with a smirk, "What do you know! This is called family bliss! You old bald man, you'd be lucky to get dragged away! Go eat your lousy noodles somewhere else."

Just as these two idiots were about to start arguing again.

Xiao Lin Gui, who was hanging on Zhu Rong's beard, suddenly turned his head and stared at Gong Gong's bald head for a second with his big eyes.

The little girl continued to grip Zhu Rong's beard tightly with her left hand, while her right hand mischievously swiped around in the air a couple of times. A ball of ice and wood, a mixture of Yin energy and wood-elemental vitality, condensed directly in her palm.

She suddenly raised her little hand.

A crisp "snap" sound.

The fist-sized snowball flew with incredible precision, covering a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and slammed into Gonggong's shiny bald head. The snowball exploded instantly, and extremely cold ice shards covered Gonggong's face, flowing down his collar and into his clothes.

The large bowl that Gonggong was holding fell to the ground and shattered. He was completely stunned and stood there, touching his bald head, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Hahahaha!" A deafening burst of laughter erupted in the hall.

Lin Dasheng, carrying his golden cudgel, suddenly appeared from some corner, holding a high-grade photographic stone and yelling wildly at Gonggong's face: "Look, everyone! Gonggong's sixth uncle has been brutally attacked by Full Moon Sister with a snowball to the head! The most famous scene of a drowning dog in the prehistoric world has been born! Go back and get your father some Huangzhong plums!"

Watching the chaotic yet joyful scene, Lin Xuan lay back comfortably in his rocking chair. He picked up his wine glass, took a sip of the Dragon Palace's specially supplied premium immortal wine, and grinned from ear to ear.

All the fighting and killing is meaningless; it's the warmth of family life, the comfort of a cozy home, and the joy of having kids running around that are his greatest motivation to guard the Pangu Temple.