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However, when Fang Ren pulled out his own ID card, the female attendant at the front desk breathed a sigh of relief. After asking Fang Ren a few more questions, she did not harbor further suspicions.

Upon opening the window of his hotel room, he could see countless soldiers shuttling back and forth on patrol, a scene even more vast than when a Ninth-order Void Beast would appear.

After confirming that no one was going to disturb him, Fang Ren closed the window and drew the curtains. He went to the bedside and removed a small Formation embedded in his chest.

Hum—

His True Qi filled the room, creating a large noise barrier.

Only after completing all these preparations, did he dare to erode the small Formation with True Qi, breaking it open from around its edges. As the Formation shattered, a crying baby suddenly appeared in his arms.

Fang Ren gently touched the child's head, feeding the grey True Qi to the Spirit Form within her body. Soon, the baby's cries diminished significantly, eventually becoming completely quiet.

Although it is said to be good for a newborn to cry for a while to ensure smooth breathing, this child had no need for such a thing, her Spirit Form was able to adjust whatever state she required.

Looking at the child now quiet in his arms, Fang Ren's emotions were beyond words, and he simply continued to look at her, his face breaking into an involuntary smile,

The infant in his arms seemed to be connected to him by an innate thread, this thread hanging on his heart, tied to the child's body. He thought that this must be what a blood bond feels like.

Feeling the emotions of holding his child for the first time, Fang Ren suddenly thought of his parents. This affection... had they also felt it for him at some point?

If they had felt the same way towards him, why hadn't they come to see him more often over the past twenty-plus years? Could everything really be as Uncle Han stated, that they were just too busy?

But how busy is too busy? Too busy to even spare a glance for their own child?

Shaking his head, Fang Ren quickly dismissed these emotions. He didn't want to understand his parents, as once that part of his heart that was touched by loneliness, it was hard for him not to be affected.

Fortunately, he had Uncle Han, Hui Qing, and a bunch of friends from school. His emotional ties with these people allowed him to bury the nerve of kinship deep down.

"Look at you, causing such a stir the moment you're born," he said as he pinched the child's chubby cheek. The baby couldn't understand his words, just looking at him with her adorable big eyes while her tiny hands clutched at his arm.

"Speaking of which... should I buy some diapers in advance?" Fang Ren suddenly frowned, "Right, and baby formula as well, I can't have Hui Qing rushing over from the battlefield every time she gets hungry, can I?"

"Ran'er!"

As he was talking to himself, a loud shout suddenly came from a distance. In his expanded field of vision, a dark shadow flashed by. Before he had a chance to react, someone burst in through the window, breaking his barrier!

Fang Ren hurriedly hid the child behind him and stared at the figure that had entered his room, his gaze freezing for a moment.

"Uncle Han?"

In the room, Shang Han looked disheveled, his eyes red with blood vessels, his True Qi wildly violent. Despite being a Peak-stage practitioner of the Yingyue Realm, at this moment, he seemed like someone in the mid-phase of the Xuanyang realm—maybe even higher!

"Ran'er! How are your injuries?"

Shang Han sprinted over and grabbed Fang Ren's shoulders, his whole being radiating an alarming concern.

"I'm fine, Uncle Han, what's happened to you?" Fang Ren asked, looking at his fierce expression in a daze.

"Damn it! I heard the bastards from the Nightfall killed you, and I was ready to use the Forbidden Technique to go all out even if it meant risking my life! But just as I completed the Forbidden Technique, that bastard ran off!" Shang Han shouted in a rage.

However, seeing that Fang Ren was unharmed, he immediately dispelled his Cultivation Technique, and his bloodshot eyes started to swell with tears; standing in front of him, Fang Ren could even feel the urge to cry welling up within him.

"Uncle Han... I'm fine."

"You're fine my ass, thank goodness!"

Shang Han slapped Fang Ren on the head and sat on the bed, still looking furious with reddened eyes. Without a second word, he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and his chest continued to heave violently.

"Uncle Han, don't smoke, the child will breathe it in." Fang Ren quickly repaired the soundproof barrier that Shang Han had broken, smiling awkwardly as he spoke.

"Child? You're still a child?"

At these words, Shang Han was about to hit him again, but then he saw a little head peeking out from behind Fang Ren.

Suddenly, he froze: "This..."

Fang Ren held the baby from behind him in his arms and said, "You might not believe it, Uncle Han... but this is mine and Qing'er's child."

—Plop—

Shang Han's face turned to stone, and the cigarette fell from his hand onto the floor.

A few seconds later, he slapped Fang Ren's head again: "Qing'er hasn't even been pregnant! Where did this child come from! Speak! Where did you pick this child up from!"

Fang Ren was dumbfounded: "What do you mean picked up, this is the child of me and Qing'er, our biological child, your granddaughter."

"Bullshit!" Shang Han didn't believe a word: "You'd better come clean! Is it that Qing'er can't get pregnant or is there something wrong with you? You can't just pick up a child and bring it home because you two can't have one!"

With a look of helplessness, Fang Ren said, "Uncle Han, so much has happened in between, and there's no time to explain it all, but she is indeed Qing'er's own child, and she was just born!"

"..."

Shang Han was taken aback, looking at the infant in Fang Ren's arms and squinting for a while, he suddenly realized that the child did indeed have a look reminiscent of Fang Ren as a baby.

"Cough cough cough!"

As Shang Han looked on, he suddenly grimaced with pain, burst into a violent cough, and his body went limp as if he were about to fall to the ground.

"Uncle Han! What's wrong with you!"

Fang Ren hurriedly supported him with True Qi, panic-stricken—there was no need to get so excited just upon seeing his granddaughter.

Grinding his teeth, Shang Han spat out blood continuously: "If only I knew you were alright... I wouldn't have used the Forbidden Technique..."

"Backlash from the Cultivation Technique?" Fang Ren was startled.

Uncle Han's Realm had always been at the Peak of the Yingyue Realm, but it had suddenly risen to the mid-stage of the Xuanyang Realm, even touching the Peak Stage!

The power of the Forbidden Technique was evident!

And with great power brought by the Forbidden Technique came an even greater price to pay.