The Supreme Sacred Bone’s runes flickered dimly, full of grievance. It had been born alongside imperial fortune, and its host was destined to at least step into the Saint Realm, easily ascending to the rank of Emperor. How could it have ended up like this—expelled from the body like trash and utterly rejected?
But it didn’t dare complain too much. The power dwelling inside this child was so fearsome that even the Heaven’s Path Organization would retreat. After all, they were both born of the Dao—who feared who?
Su Yun scratched his head. “Why are you here… Oh, I get it now.” Aside from Xiao Qingchen, no one else had a Sacred Bone. After a brief thought, he figured it out—Xi Yaoyue had dug out her biological son’s Sacred Bone and given it to her adopted son. Thinking this made Su Yun feel a bit touched. After three years of living as mother and son, their bond was genuine.
“Aiya,” Su Yun sighed, “So at this point, why am I being redeemed?” He had become spotless, while Xiao Qingchen ended up blackened.
“Buzz!” The Sacred Bone let out a hum. Su Yun looked down. “What should I do with you? Return you to him?”
The runes on the Sacred Bone instantly flickered intensely in refusal. Su Yun nodded. “Yeah, I thought so.”
Returning it was out of the question. To outsiders, Xiao Qingchen bore the Su family’s bloodline and had an overwhelming advantage over him. But in truth, the Su Residence had raised Su Yun for three years, and real bonds had formed. As long as he wasn’t framed or made a scapegoat, the future would be peaceful.
The Su Residence was a noble family, but above it stood the Great Qian Empire. Beyond that was the Heavenly Origin Realm, and even above that, the Thousand Star Abyss. He had no great interest in fighting over a mere family heir title. But he also wasn’t going to return the Sacred Bone to someone who had framed him.
Besides, spiritual energy required blood to acknowledge a master. The Sacred Bone had completely fused with his body—meaning it had already acknowledged him as its master countless times. As for Xiao Qingchen’s mark? Heh, in front of a Dao Bone, any imprint would be wiped away.
He said, “Then you’ll be my weapon. Can you change shape?”
Su Yun thought for a moment. If it couldn’t change form, he’d just throw the Supreme Sacred Bone at people like a brick. It had its own spirit—being a fantasy-world slab wasn’t a bad idea.
Buzz—
The Supreme Sacred Bone vibrated and transformed into a dagger. Su Yun felt a little disappointed—his dream of becoming the Hao Nan of Great Qian had just shattered. Still, after swinging it a few times, he quickly got excited again.
This was the Supreme Sacred Bone—a saint-grade spiritual item! Saint-grade pills and weapons could only be used by Great Saints and were extremely rare. The emergence of even one would cause a sensation across the Heavenly Origin Realm.
And a saint-grade Dao foundation—no one would ever waste that to make a weapon!
This thing could not only slash through other spiritual weapons like chopping vegetables but could also serve as an external soul bone, attune itself with great blades, and enhance comprehension.
Though Su Yun already had a Dao Bone, he wouldn’t mind having one more top-tier treasure. Moreover, it could take on multiple forms. He squeezed it into a small ball and, like a child with a toy, stuffed it into his pocket and headed out.
“From now on, your name is Little Bone,” Su Yun casually named it.
Buzz buzz! The Supreme Sacred Bone flashed a few times, as if wanting to protest, but didn’t dare offend the Dao Bone.
The maid Qingman saw Su Yun stepping out of the room and immediately gasped. “Young Master, your body…”
Qingman hesitated for a moment but didn’t wake the Madam. It seemed the Young Master was fine. Once he left, she couldn’t help but smile like an aunt.
“Too adorable.”
So small and delicate, like a carved jade doll, but with a hint of heroic spirit. He was clearly just a child, yet always carried himself like a little adult. Anyone would fall in love with such a child at first sight. And for some reason, today, the Young Master carried a unique aura—hard to describe, like the early rays of dawn or a soft breeze on the face, like a clear spring merging with the earth, filled with harmony and nature.
“Strange… Did he gain some kind of opportunity when he fell into the Youlan Pool yesterday?”
“Wonderful. If the Young Master can grow up healthy, Madam and Master will be relieved.”
Qingman exchanged glances with the other maids; they all saw the hope in each other’s eyes.
Su Yun stepped into the garden. He didn’t even have to search—the ground was covered with Crimson Moon Flowers. Tilting his head thoughtfully, he soon knelt down and started digging.
Qingman watched for a moment, then crouched down beside him. “Young Master, are you picking flowers?”
Su Yun answered seriously, “Yes.”
Qingman smiled warmly again. This little Young Master was truly adorable. Even digging in the dirt seemed fun when he did it. Other children played in the mud—Su Yun called it experiencing life.
She offered, “Young Master doesn’t need to do this yourself. Why not let me handle it?”
Su Yun put his hands on his hips. “No need. I can do it.”
When Qingman lowered her head, she let out a surprised gasp. Though Crimson Moon Flowers were common, they were still spiritual herbs. Even experienced farmers had to follow specific procedures to avoid damaging the roots and blossoms.
Yet Su Yun had already dug out more than ten complete plants. Each flower was perfectly intact, the dew on the petals still glistening—unharmed. She didn’t believe she could’ve done it this well herself.
“How did the Young Master manage this?”
She looked at Su Yun, who was focused and serious, holding a child-sized sickle, digging carefully. But even such a simple motion carried a strange kind of charm. Everything felt so naturally harmonious, as if he had merged with the flowerbed—no distinction between man and flower. It didn’t feel like Su Yun was harvesting flowers, but as if the Crimson Moon Flowers had leapt into his palm on their own.
“And where did this little sickle come from? Who manufactures farm tools for three-year-olds?”
“Oh… maybe the blacksmith forged it specially for him.”
The Supreme Sacred Bone: …
The Primordial Dao Bone: A sickle? Are you harvesting an entire wheat field?
“All done!” After a while, Su Yun held up a huge bunch of Crimson Moon Flowers, smiling brightly.
Qingman saw the sweat on his forehead and couldn’t help wiping it gently. “Let us handle this kind of work.”
“Young Master, what are you going to do with these flowers?”
Su Yun replied, “Of course, I’m giving them to my mother.”
Qingman thought for a moment. “This bunch is hard to carry. Let me braid them into a bundle with some string.”
Su Yun nodded. “Then teach me—I’ll braid them myself.”
Qingman’s heart thumped wildly. She wanted to pull him into her arms and rub his head. Too cute—far too cute! How could a child be this sweet—going out early in the morning just to pick flowers for his mother? If she had a child like him, she’d cherish him like a treasure!
“Yes, allow me to teach you properly,” Qingman said seriously. “Look here, Young Master, first take the string…”
But as she held the Crimson Moon Flowers, she noticed something strange. “Why do these picked flowers look even more vibrant?”
She glanced at the nearby garden—the flowers there clearly didn’t look as full or healthy. It was as if the ones Su Yun had touched had absorbed nutrients in a flash and grown even more beautiful.
“Is it just my imagination?” Qingman shook her head. “Maybe the Young Master just picked the best ones.”
She didn’t know that Su Yun’s natural Dao aura constantly buffed everything around him like a halo. These flowers had been filled with essence and were walking toward perfection.
“Madam is so fortunate to have such a wonderful son.”
“Unlike that other one…”
Qingman looked toward the other side of the Su Residence, a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes. Both were her children, yet the difference was like night and day.
Before long, Xi Yaoyue groggily woke up. Her hand instinctively reached out—but landed on empty space. She abruptly sat up. “Yun’er! Yun’er is gone!”