The Last Sentinel

Good news, Ye Feng has indeed found his parents.

The bad news is that the number of parents is more than we imagined.

The three-year-old boy stared blankly at the small mountain of memorial tablets piled up on his face.

Ye Feng had seen ancestral halls before, but none of them had hundreds of memorial tablets, a vast and imposing sight that exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression. It was as if each memorial tablet was a towering mountain, and when he saw the names on those tablets, Ye Feng felt an urge to kowtow.

The third adoptive father, Shenmu Chen Dong!

The 15th adoptive father, Fang Han, the Gate of Immortality!

The 37th adoptive father, Ye Fan from Shrouding the Heavens!

The 55th adoptive father, Yang Shen Hong Yi!

The 67th adoptive father, Lin Dong, the master of martial arts!

The 99th adoptive father, The Great Ruler Mu Chen!

The 101st godfather, Battle Through the Heavens - Xiao Yan!

……

Time travelers from ancient times gathered together.

In the darkness, Ye Feng seemed to see those ancient transmigrators manifesting their original divine forms before him, pointing at him and saying something.

Where did the big shots who left the group go?

The big shots who left the group are right beside you!

One after another, big shots appear and disappear in the most absurd ways.

So, what is the background of this 108-stepmother?

Ye Feng's gaze searched up and down the small hill of memorial tablets, and finally found a memorial tablet lying flat at the very end of the last row.

The little hand slowly picked up the memorial tablet, on which was a powerful and ancient character written in bold strokes: "Ruthless!"

There's only one word: ruthless. Could this Xiao Fang be the legendary ruthless emperor who doesn't strive for immortality but only waits for the return of the mortal world?

Ye Feng clutched the memorial tablet of the Ruthless Great Emperor, gazing at the magnificent mountain of memorial tablets before him. The figures of 216 extraordinary ancient transmigrators flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, as if countless people had returned to glance at him. Although their stay varied in length, each of them had appeared in his life at least once.

So many overlapping factors are focused on me!

How exactly did I come to be?

Am I really an ordinary human being?

Can an ordinary human being receive the attention of so many ancient time travelers?

In an instant, Ye Feng felt an unprecedented sense of the unknown and fear wash over him.

This reminded Ye Feng of a movie he had seen a long time ago, about a rich man who pretended to be poor so that his talented son could be raised.

What I'm experiencing now is practically a real-life version of this movie.

A group of big shots all stepped in to act as cheap dads in order to raise a kid.

So here's the question: who are my biological parents?

"What are you doing, Xiao Feng?!"

Outside the door, Xiaofang tapped her rice spoon, calling out, "Come out and eat!"

"Here you are!"

Ye Feng quickly put the "Ruthless" spirit tablet back in its place and went outside.

On the small, peeling table, there was a plate of bean curd, a plate of cold garlic sprouts, and two bowls of cornmeal.

Xiao Fang was munching on corn porridge while fiddling with a tape recorder.

A deep, resonant voice came from the tape recorder: "According to our reporter's report, this year's college entrance examination in mathematics was significantly more difficult, employing entirely new and innovative question types that were completely disconnected from the material students had previously reviewed. A staggering 7.2 million students took the first-tier exam, with only one person achieving a perfect score in all science subjects, including mathematics. Regardless, we wish all candidates a successful college entrance examination, a happy life, and a bright future!"

Xiao Fang pouted, revealing half of her silver teeth, and spat out a corn kernel, muttering to herself, "This isn't the college entrance exam at all; it's the highest power searching for time travelers."

"Every college entrance examination is a massive screening for transmigrators from all walks of life!"

"The denominator is 7.2 million, the numerator is 1. It seems the guys the higher-ups have caught this time are quite troublesome! Their strength is probably comparable to Ye Hei's!"

"But was it really worth sacrificing over seven million students from a generation just to find this bastard?"

Ye Feng's hand holding the bowl trembled slightly. What did he catch? What denominator of seven million two hundred thousand, what numerator of one?

Who is this perfect score high school student who can be called troublesome by even ruthless people and is comparable to Ye Hei?

At this moment, Xiao Fang looked at Ye Feng, raised her hand and patted Ye Feng's head, "Xiao Feng, your teacher has been found. Soon this perfect scorer will be caught by the higher-ups and become your teacher! Then, I'll be free, hoho—"

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door. "Xiaofang! Time for dinner!"

"Isn't this Xiaofeng? Eating now!"

Ye Feng looked up and his eyes widened in shock.

A burly middle-aged man was wearing a greasy t-shirt, and a young high school boy followed behind him.

The facial features of this high school boy seem familiar, evoking a strong sense of déjà vu.

The middle-aged man pointed to the high school boy behind him and said enthusiastically, "Xiao Fang, let me introduce you to someone. This guy just turned eighteen this year. His surname is Zhao, and his name is Zhao Changcheng. He failed the college entrance exam this year, failing all the science subjects. But you can't blame him; this year's science exam was really tough. There was only one perfect score in the whole of Daxia. He didn't get into university this year and is thinking about settling down and starting a family as soon as possible. I thought you were still single..."

Xiao Zhao?

Zhao Changcheng!

Holy crap, what a DJ!

No wonder this guy looked so familiar. Oh my god, it's the Sixth Speaker!

No, this isn't right!

Zhao Changcheng had a wrinkled face, a long, wrinkled face, and a three-foot-long white beard. He looked like a centenarian. How could he be an eighteen-year-old youth?

That doesn't make sense!

It's 1998 now, and there's only one year left until 1999!

Can a high school student be turned into a centenarian in just one year?

Unless we say that the Battle of Planet 1999 actually lasted for many years, not just one year.

However, the flow of time on Earth is absurd. One year on Earth is equivalent to decades of fighting outside, which is why people who went out return with gray hair, while people back home only feel that an ordinary year has passed.

Just as Ye Feng hesitated, the middle-aged man pulled Zhao Changcheng aside, "Little Zhao, this is the girl Xiao Fang I told you about. Don't let her background fool you, she's incredibly hardworking. Although she has a child, she's never been married..."

Xiao Fang interrupted without looking up, "Uncle, I'm not looking for a partner. I'm fine raising Xiao Feng on my own."

"No way!" Uncle kept saying, "This young Zhao is Old Sun's godson from our factory. You know Old Sun, right? He's a veteran lathe operator at the machine factory, a real iron rice bowl. Young Zhao can take over his godfather's job and won't have to worry about making a living. He'll eat meat three times a day! Xiao Feng is at the age where he's growing, we can't let him suffer, can we?"

"No, thank you." Xiao Fang stood up and said irritably, "Uncle, that's all for now, please take care."

Before she could finish speaking, the door slammed shut, and Xiao Fang went inside.

Ye Feng, a local resident, stood outside the door holding a rough porcelain bowl, watching the two men with great interest. The middle-aged man's face was full of embarrassment and stiffness, clearly indicating that his matchmaking skills were terrible.

Zhao Changcheng, who was still young, looked embarrassed, but his eyes were burning with passion as he stared intently in Xiao Fang's direction, as if he were completely infatuated.

A three-year-old child watching this scene could only say, "What a tragic fate!"

Zhao Changcheng, you can't just take a fancy to anyone, but you've set your sights on my stepmother. Do you even know who my stepmother is? She's the Empress of all the heavens and myriad realms!

However, Ye Feng couldn't help but admire Zhao Changcheng's foresight. He took a liking to the transmigrated empress at a glance. Tsk tsk, with such vision, such wisdom, and such intelligence, it's no wonder that he later became the chairman of the Human Alliance.

The middle-aged man awkwardly patted Zhao Changcheng on the shoulder, "Let's go, I'll introduce you to someone else."

"No, thank you," Zhao Changcheng said. "I think Xiaofang is a very nice girl! I'll wait here and play with Xiaofeng for a bit. Uncle, you can go ahead!"

The middle-aged man awkwardly patted his behind and left.

Zhao Changcheng looked at Ye Feng, who was shoveling rice into his mouth, and said, "Come on, Uncle will take you to eat meat, okay?"

Ye Feng glanced in the direction of Xiao Fang inside the room.

Zhao Changcheng warmly took Ye Feng's little hand, "Come on, Uncle will take you to eat meat! Your mom won't scold you..."

Inside the room, Xiaofang said coldly, "Xiaofeng, come in and recite your multiplication tables! You don't want to end up like this guy, failing your college entrance exam, do you?"

Ye Feng hurriedly returned to the house.

Zhao Changcheng's face flushed. He looked around for a long time, staring at the bowl and chopsticks Xiao Fang had left behind. After glancing around, he suddenly stuffed the bowl and chopsticks Xiao Fang had used into his pocket and quietly left.

Ye Feng witnessed this entire scene.

Ye Feng couldn't help but wonder, "That old bastard Zhao Changcheng, he really never leaves empty-handed!"

Those were bowls and chopsticks used by a ruthless person!

The imperial weapon left behind by the Great Emperor!

Could it be that Zhao Changcheng's later martial arts cultivation and understanding of the laws of time were all bestowed by this pair of bowls and chopsticks?