From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

Chapter 357: Chapter 349: Actually, You Are More Like Father_1

"We haven't had the chance to name her yet."

Fang Ren cradled the baby, continuously poking her delicate little face with his finger, his heart filled with bliss.

Looking at the infant in his arms, he suddenly realized how utterly correct his decision to return had been.

It seemed as if he saw the meaning of the latter half of his life, and a sense of responsibility equal to that he felt towards Mu Huiqing blossomed in his heart.

"Xiao Xuan often called her Cai Cai because her entire Spiritual Root is colorful," Mu Huiqing said.

"Is that a bit casual?"

"Let's consider it her nickname. After all, Xiao Xuan ran around for her sake, so why not use the nickname she came up with?"

"Since you've said that, I certainly have no objections, but as for her formal name, let's think it over," Fang Ren said with a frown.

"You want to name her?" Mu Huiqing looked at him with a touch of distrust.

Fang Ren blinked and asked, "Is my skill in choosing names... that bad?"

Mu Huiqing rolled her eyes at him and said, "Qianye once told me, you wanted to name it something like 'Universe's Supreme Invincible Panren Tree'..."

Upon hearing this piece of his dark history, Fang Ren's face darkened, "You're... afraid that I'll name our daughter something like 'Galaxy's Ultimate Supreme'?"

"What if you really did name her that?"

"Wouldn't Uncle Han kill me?"

...

After some deliberation, Mu Huiqing ultimately chose the name.

The names Fang Ren suggested were truly too peculiar, almost no different than the name 'Cui Hua'er'.

"I hope to give her all she wants in the future, so I thought of calling her Mo Xin, which means not to envy others," Mu Huiqing said.

"Let's go with Fang Mo Xin if that's what Qing'er says. But somehow... it doesn't seem quite feminine," he replied.

"How is it not feminine? Anyway, I don't agree to her being called something like Fang Dahua!"

When Mu Huiqing heard that name, she nearly came to blows with him.

While Fang Ren and Mu Huiqing were sitting in the pavilion, having their heartwarming conversation, everyone in the Mu Family Manor had already begun to hear the news.

The students from Class 3 of Western College were even using their personal networking accounts to spread the news.

If they didn't do so, Fang Ren's portrait would be placed prominently on display at the funeral today!

They had to remove Fang Ren's portrait!

Inside the Mu Family Manor, Liu Qianqian had packed some of her belongings, ready to leave this place alone.

Just as she was about to go, a female figure approached her from the bamboo garden and stopped her.

"Miss, please wait a moment."

Liu Qianqian turned to look at the fairy-like figure, not quite understanding what the mysterious woman, who could cover the entire Mu Family Manor with her aura in the blink of an eye, wanted with her.

"Yes?" Liu Qianqian said.

Zhuyuan extended her palm into the air, catching a strand of faint transparent thread, and said, "You should have the potential to become an Immortal."

"Qianye has said the same thing."

"Fang Ren's Spirit Form?"

On her journey here with Fang Ren, Zhuyuan had also discussed his Spirit Form with him.

"Indeed."

"Knowing your physique is special, why do you continue to waste it? Your body is now in tatters, weaker even than that of an average Mortal," Zhuyuan questioned, puzzled.

The Sacred Body is considered a rare and powerful constitution amongst all realms; those with this physique seldom fail to become Immortals.

Unless their Spirit Embryo has been extracted.

"I prefer being a Mortal, goodbye," Liu Qianqian said, and turned to continue her departure.

"You and Fang Ren must know each other. I offer you this small pill. Although it cannot repair your Spirit Embryo, it can spare you the agony of the injuries within your body," Zhuyuan said as she wrapped a pill in True Qi and sent it floating towards Liu Qianqian.

"Thank you, but I don't—" Liu Qianqian began to refuse, but she never did speak the final word.

Watching the pill enveloped by True Qi, she took it after two seconds, "Let's call it even."

With those words, Liu Qianqian left the manor.

Since Fang Ren felt guilt toward her, she would use this pill to settle that bit of guilt in his heart.

After Liu Qianqian's departure, the classroom was enveloped in silence. Perhaps they would soon be attending Liu Qianqian's wedding banquet, but that banquet would definitely not involve Fang Ren.

From the start, she had been nothing but a tool for her family's interests, beset by twists and turns along the way. In the end, hadn't it all amounted to the same thing?

Li Xinyue never thought she would end up reaching out for that pill; if she didn't, at least Fang Ren would surely try to make amends out of his guilt toward her in the future.

But once taken, the next time Fang Ren saw her, she would tell him she had already received her compensation.

From then on, there would be no further contact.

"It seems that the jokes we once made were just that, jokes, but it looks like she took them seriously. Well, she wasn't the only one who did, sigh," Li Xingwang gave up with a wave of his hand and sighed.

"That's it, my Jing brand condoms just lost another spokesperson," Jing Haichuan shook his head, feeling a sense of loss.

"Let's not talk about that now. Didn't we agree? When Ranzi gets back, we're supposed to go off the grid on the Tianjiang Continent," Er Gou remarked.

"Not me! Not me, I'm not up for that!" Teacher Huang declared with a stern face.

"Big brother, haven't we sworn brotherhood? We should face difficulties together!"

...

At a certain location in the Mu Family Manor, Shang Han with reddened eyes rushed toward Fang Ren.

"You're still alive, you brat!" Your journey continues on mvl

He smacked Fang Ren's back forcefully, excited like a child.

"Of course, otherwise Uncle Han, you wouldn't have a son-in-law," Fang Ren smiled and said.

"Damn it! I worried for nothing for so long!" Shang Han said and then made to hit him.

After a bit of commotion, Shang Han hurriedly took out his phone, his face filled with excitement: "I have to quickly share this news with Brother Zheng! Let your dad know you're still alive!"

"Uncle Han."

"What is it, you little rascal?" Shang Han asked while flipping through his contacts.

Fang Ren watched him bustling with activity, his smile gradually fading.

"Actually, in my eyes... Uncle Han, you, you're more like a father to me."

Shang Han's hand, which had been scrolling through the phone, suddenly froze.

He had always been good at holding in his emotions. Since Fang Ren "died," he managed to keep his thoughts to himself, even going so far as to comfort his daughter and Fang Zheng.

Even after just seeing that Fang Ren was still alive, his eyes had only reddened.

But Fang Ren's last remark was like something striking him right in the heart, tears uncontrollable, immediately welling up and spilling over.

"You little..."

Shang Han bit his lip, his voice choked with emotion.

For twenty-two years, he had raised Fang Ren, relinquishing the position of Ninth District Chief, leaving his family, all in the hopes that Fang Ren could live peacefully, without getting involved in the troubles of the great clans.

He had invested so much of himself in Fang Ren.

Seeing his back to him and hearing his voice as if he had swallowed sand, Fang Ren spoke up, "Do you want me to call you dad?"

"Damn it! Brother Zheng is your real father!" Shang Han roared.

"I married your daughter, doesn't that make you my father too?"

"Seems like it damn well does, haha."

"Dad."

"..."

Shang Han suddenly fell silent.

Then, he suddenly turned around and slapped Fang Ren on the top of his head, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Who the hell told you to call me that now? Making me shed tears, making me, the grand Ninth District Chief, lose face in public, you little brat, are you happy now?!"

As he spoke, Shang Han, under the gaze of everyone, quickly made his way to a room.

Inside the room, Shang Han locked the door behind him and dove into the bed covers, crying his heart out.