Chapter 27: “Outside, Baby Is Called Situ Nangnang!”

In the third month, grass grew long and orioles flew.

Xiling Mountain was remote, the westernmost spiritual mountain in the cultivation world. Even starting from the demonic sect’s nest, the fastest trip would still take five days.

If the saint babies were properly guided, this journey would actually be a decent training experience.

He Shangxian silently watched the two little cubs come up with ways to run away from home, neither stopping nor helping them.

Regarding preparations before running away from home, Meng Wowo and Meng Nangnang had different opinions.

The two cubs sat on the ground and untied the cord of a qiankun pouch.

Meng Wowo said, “Need to bring Daddy’s magic treasures.”

The outside world was very dangerous. They needed enough things to protect little brother.

Meng Nangnang said, “Bring lots of little steamed buns!”

They had to eat until full on the road, awo, so they would have the strength to find Daddy!

“…”

The two little cubs looked at each other and pursed their lips. Both were very firm, so they split up. One went to the kitchen to steal little steamed buns, and the other searched everywhere for magic treasures.

Meng Nangnang carried two steamed buns at a time and threw them into the qiankun pouch. Meng Wowo packed up the “toys” Meng Baixu had given them one by one. Daddy had said these things were very powerful.

The private treasures Wen Tingshu had given Meng Baixu and that Meng Baixu had brought back from Hengxue Mountain were all placed on the shelves in his room as decorations. Seeing them every day made him happy.

Like ants moving house, Meng Wowo and Meng Nangnang busied themselves for half a day. Their foreheads were sweating by the time they filled the qiankun pouch the elders had given them at their full-month celebration.

By accident, the luggage packed by the two cubs was almost exactly the same as Meng Baixu’s when he left Hengxue Mountain.

Once the luggage was packed, the two cubs sat back-to-back, exhausted. Their two round cheeks were flushed red, like steaming peach buns.

The next question was: how to get to Hengxue Mountain.

Sword flight required a stable lower body. Wowo and Nangnang still sometimes stumbled when they ran too fast. They had only learned basic short-distance teleportation; long-distance sword travel was impossible.

Outside Guiye City was a layer of protective array barrier. They could not teleport out. The two little cubs held the qiankun pouch and stared at the high wall until their necks almost snapped from looking up.

Meng Nangnang decisively started digging a pit. He wanted to dig a tunnel and escape.

A small cub who had drunk enough milk had plenty of strength for violent digging.

He used a spatula as a hoe and scooped soil out one spoonful at a time.

Meng Wowo watched his little brother dig the tunnel with worry.

But, but if they did this, bad people from outside could also run in. There were still Grandpa, uncles, gege, and Grandma Mingyue inside. Especially Grandma Mingyue—she could not even run as fast as Wowo and would be caught by bad people.

“Nangnang.”

Meng Wowo thought about it in a half-understanding way for a long time, but his language ability was still limited, and he could not explain it properly to his little brother.

Meng Nangnang was immersed in his own tunnel-digging art, biting a little steamed bun in his mouth and taking a bite whenever he got tired.

Meng Wowo failed to stop him, so he sat by the pit and stretched out his hands to push the soil back in bit by bit.

Meng Nangnang noticed this. Wowo-gege had his reasons, oh. Nangnang just needed to focus on doing his own thing!

The two cubs worked from morning to night, achieving nothing.

Baby was too tired!

Meng Nangnang threw away the shovel, sat in the shallow pit, and closed his eyes.

Nangnang would sleep for a little bit first!

Meng Wowo was also tired, so he lay down on the soft soil that had been repeatedly dug up and pushed flat to rest.

Soon, the two little cubs’ breathing became even.

Wang Mingyue and He Shangxian stepped forward, each picking up one child.

“If they’re tired, they won’t have time to miss Daddy. Let’s see how long they can dig.”

The next day, Meng Nangnang learned his lesson and gave up on digging a tunnel.

Couldn’t dig through, oh.

Meng Nangnang began to feel that Wowo was more right. The magic treasures Wowo had brought must be useful. He rummaged through the qiankun pouch and took out a Heavenly Thunder Pearl. With five fingers, he struggled to hold up the pearl that was several times bigger than his fist, then threw it forcefully at the array!

If he could smash a hole, he and Wowo could teleport out.

Hm? It got stuck in the sky?

The Heavenly Thunder Pearl was sucked onto the invisible force ring formed by the array, as if it had become a large bright pearl decorating the sky.

As everyone knew, when a shoe got stuck in a tree, a person’s first reaction was to use the other shoe to knock it down.

Meng Nangnang rubbed his palms against his belly as if he had done something wrong, pointed at the Heavenly Thunder Pearl, and said, “Wowo.”

Seeing that the marble had been sucked in, Meng Wowo quickly took out another one and threw it at the angle of the first.

Oh. He missed. Another one got sucked in!

Shi Wumi, who had been silently watching, quickly appeared and removed the two Heavenly Thunder Pearls, returning them to the saint children.

Aih, the angle was rather tricky. If things went wrong, these two one-and-a-half-year-olds might smash out a Nine-Star Altar, and all the cultivators below Golden Core nearby would be sucked in and drained of spiritual power.

“You’re not allowed to use marbles to tear down the house.”

Shi Wumi crossed his arms and knowingly asked, “What are you two trying to do?”

Meng Wowo and Meng Nangnang looked at each other, then innocently shook their heads together.

“Nothing, oh.”

After saying that, they added in milky voices, “Shi Wumi-gege.”

Shi Wumi rubbed his ears. Truly pleasant to hear.

Seeing the two little cubs work so hard—digging for a whole day yesterday and persisting today—Shi Wumi’s heart softened. He reached out and poked a hole in the city-protecting array, pretending to be surprised.

“Eh? Why did a hole break here? But luckily, only one person can go out. Aiya, aiya, I’ll go find the Vice Sect Leader to repair it. You two mustn’t run around.”

Meng Nangnang’s round eyes turned.

Hm? There’s a hole?

Meng Wowo looked calm and even covered his little brother’s eyes.

Liu Xishi usually handled these things. The moment a hole appeared in the city-protecting array, he sensed it. Just like the last time an unknown force tried to pry open the gate, he immediately rushed over to check.

“You poked it?” Liu Xishi asked Shi Wumi.

Shi Wumi nodded with wicked amusement. After twenty years of seclusion, his muscles and bones were somewhat stiff. He wanted to go out for a walk too, and he also wanted to find Meng Fuguang.

Back when Meng Fuguang had sent him to go undercover in the Qingyun Sword Sect, Shi Wumi had accumulated a lot of complaints he wanted to unload on his superior.

“I only poked one hole. Only one cub can go out. Let’s see how the two of them fight among themselves.”

Liu Xishi slowly looked at Shi Wumi. As expected, when it came to making things difficult for the saint children, it had to be you.

Meng Wowo and Meng Nangnang both heard it. Only one cub could go out.

The two cubs looked at each other.

Meng Wowo pursed his lips and struggled to stuff the qiankun pouch into his little brother’s arms.

“Nangnang go.”

Meng Nangnang shook his head hard. There was only one hole. Hole was bad.

Suddenly, Meng Wowo remembered the Attached Form Technique Shi Wumi-gege had taught them.

Wowo and Nangnang could combine into one cub!

They had not used this spell since learning it.

Meng Wowo placed both hands on his little brother’s shoulders.

“Sit properly.”

With the motivation of finding Daddy right in front of him, Meng Nangnang became serious like never before. His proper sitting posture would have made Elder Grandpa cry out that this child was worth teaching!

Meng Wowo remembered the incantation and slowly merged his yuan core with Nangnang’s.

At the same time, his body disappeared, becoming a strand of granny-gray hair on Meng Nangnang’s head.

Meng Wowo could hear and feel everything his little brother heard, and they could communicate directly heart to heart.

Following Wowo’s instructions, Meng Nangnang took a farewell letter from the qiankun pouch and placed it on the ground.

The two little illiterates could neither read nor write. Meng Wowo’s idea was to leave behind a blank letter with one little steamed bun and one cornmeal bun weighing it down. That way, Elder Grandpa and Grandma Mingyue would understand!

Meng Nangnang solemnly placed the steamed bun and cornmeal bun down properly, but could not resist taking one bite out of each before putting them down.

After that, he aimed at the hole in the array, gripped the qiankun pouch tightly, and, together with his older brother, teleported out.

Shi Wumi watched Wowo and Nangnang’s smooth movements and nodded in satisfaction.

“As expected of saint children taught by me. For the sake of the saint babies, when the great Sect Leader returns, he probably won’t remove you as a useless Vice Sect Leader.”

Liu Xishi: “…”

“The most important task of an undercover agent is to return without injury.”

Shi Wumi: “…”

Outside Guiye City, the sky was a little bluer. Meng Wowo and Meng Nangnang successfully landed and looked at the fork in the road before them, troubled.

They did not know the way.

Vaguely, the Great Elder seemed to have once shown them a cultivation map.

So the two began rummaging through the qiankun pouch on the spot again.

Meng Wowo searched for books and maps.

Meng Nangnang picked up the magic tools one by one and spoke to them in a milky voice.

“I want to find Daddy!”

He had seen He Shangxian use some kind of magic tool before. He had only needed to directly say what he wanted, so Meng Nangnang thought all magic tools were activated this simply.

The magic tool had no reaction.

Meng Nangnang did not get discouraged. He changed to another one and continued, “I want to find Wen Tingshu!”

No reaction.

He changed again.

Meng Nangnang picked up a golden ring.

“Baby wants to go to Hengxue Mountain!”

Whoosh—

The golden magic ring lit up all over. It flew up from Meng Nangnang’s hand and gradually grew larger, finally turning into a luxurious carriage pulled by four phoenixes, long feathers flowing with light, jade pendants chiming.

This object was precisely the birthday gift the righteous path had once forged together and given to Wen Tingshu.

They had felt that, with Wen Tingshu’s status, he did not need to ride a sword exposed to the wind and sun. He could have a more elegant carriage. Originally, they wanted to use immortal cranes, which better matched Wen Tingshu’s temperament, but then they thought that “riding a crane westward” was inauspicious, so they changed it to phoenixes.

Who knew that not long after they gave the gift, Wen Tingshu stopped going out entirely.

Meng Wowo and Meng Nangnang climbed into the phoenix carriage. This was very high-grade, oh. It solved the problem of babies not knowing how to ride swords.

Shi Wumi and Liu Xishi chased out. Seeing that the saint children were heading east, their expressions both changed.

This was… going to Hengxue Mountain to find Father?

They had accidentally stepped onto the righteous path!

No one had ever told Wowo and Nangnang to their faces that Wen Tingshu was their father, right?

“You let them out. You chase them!” Liu Xishi said to Shi Wumi.

Shi Wumi gritted his teeth and flew up on his sword to catch up. His fiery red clothes looked like a fourth dancing phoenix.

He stopped in front of the carriage and pulled open the curtain, meeting the two babies’ guilty expressions.

“Gege, we didn’t go find Daddy.”

Shi Wumi squeezed inside and sat down, holding one in each arm.

“The saint children can go find Sect Leader, but you must tell me where you’re going.”

Meng Wowo immediately told him about how they had eavesdropped while kneading dough.

After Shi Wumi listened, he did not know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at the little saintly father on the left, then at the little steamed bun on the right, and pondered for a moment.

Since the Sect Leader had already decided to send one of them to the Hengxue Sect as a prodigal son, it was better to act than plan.

Only one could go.

Meng Wowo could not be sent. He would not achieve the effect of tormenting Wen Tingshu. Besides, if the righteous path discovered that their demonic sect had raised a little saintly-father cub, wouldn’t they laugh themselves to death? Where would the Sect Leader’s face go?

As for Meng Nangnang… at most, one could say he might be able to eat Hengxue Mountain poor.

Let Meng Nangnang torment Wen Tingshu for a few days. When the Sect Leader returned, they would go pick him up.

Shi Wumi was not worried that Wen Tingshu would recognize this as his biological cub and keep him. He was, after all, the number one saintly father under heaven. Perhaps, out of guilt, Wen Tingshu might even be willing to bring the child to find the Sect Leader and help the Sect Leader rescue his father. The latter was the real reason he and Liu Xishi tacitly allowed the saint child to go find Wen Tingshu.

Shi Wumi said, “You can go, but promise Gege one thing.”

Meng Wowo said, “Okay!”

Shi Wumi said, “Wowo, you can only attach yourself to Nangnang. If anyone tries to harm you, you can come out and ambush them unexpectedly.”

Meng Wowo agreed at once. “Okay, oh!”

Shi Wumi rubbed his head, then said to Meng Nangnang, “Nangnang, when you go outside alone…”

Meng Nangnang said very knowingly, “Outside, Baby is Situ Nangnang!”