Chapter 903: Sinister Gaze

"Wow! He can understand you?"

Chang Yueer exclaimed in surprise, her gaze towards Han Huang filled with affection.

This boy was indeed adorable.

As if understanding Chang Yueer's words, Han Huang actually flew up from Han Jue's arms, but Han Jue grabbed his foot and pulled him back down.

Han Huang furrowed his small brows and reached out to grab Han Jue.

"This kid is quite fierce."

Xuan Qingjun couldn't help but laugh. Upon hearing this, Han Jue immediately slapped Han Huang's bottom with a loud sound.

Han Jue could feel that Han Huang's intelligence wasn't high, at most that of a two or three-year-old, but his physical talent was excellent, allowing him to instinctively manipulate changes.

After being hit by Han Jue, Han Huang didn't cry. Instead, he stared at Han Jue, looking very angry.

Han Jue chuckled and slapped him again.

After ten consecutive slaps, the boy still didn't cry, continuing to stare at Han Jue.

"Oh, what are you doing!"

Xing Hongxuan couldn't help but take Han Huang, glaring at Han Jue.

Xuan Qingjun and the other two women also began to scold Han Jue.

Han Jue was helpless and dared not retort.

After a good while of playful banter, Xuan Qingjun and the two women finally left.

Han Jue then took Xing Hongxuan and their son to the Third Dojo to see Qing Luaner and Han Qinger.

"My second brother is born?"

Han Qinger exclaimed in surprise, then leaned towards Han Jue. Looking at Han Huang in the swaddling clothes, her eyes immediately lit up, and she reached out to take him.

Qing Luaner, meanwhile, linked arms with Xing Hongxuan, asking about the delivery.

Han Jue warned, "Be careful, your second brother is a Free and Unfettered Saint; he can easily hurt you."

"What? Free and Unfettered? Isn't he just born?"

Han Qinger was shocked, her hands holding the swaddling clothes trembling.

"After all, he was conceived for so many years."

"But still…"

Han Qinger couldn't accept it. She had always thought her talent was extremely strong, but compared to her little second brother, it was utterly terrible.

Han Huang seemed amused by her expression, giggling as he raised his two small hands, wanting to grab her face.

Seeing how adorable he was, Han Qinger could only force herself to calm her complex feelings.

She began to tease Han Huang.

Qing Luaner exclaimed, "To be a Free and Unfettered Saint at birth, he must be the first in Chaos, right?"

Xing Hongxuan smiled, "Probably. Speaking of which, my cultivation also benefited from him."

During the period when Han Huang was about to be born, her cultivation also rapidly increased significantly.

"Sister is truly blessed."

"Not at all, Qinger is so well-behaved. Although this boy's talent is extraordinary, he will definitely be a restless one in the future."

"Bring him over often in the future; I see Qinger likes him very much."

"During this time, I'll stay here and accompany this boy as he grows up."

"That's truly wonderful."

Han Jue ignored the two women's conversation, his gaze fixed on Han Huang.

Han Qinger held him up in the air, making him laugh even more happily.

The newborn Han Huang already looked like a one or two-year-old, appearing innocent and naive, but Han Jue always felt that this boy was very sinister.

Not to mention the future he saw in the Evolution Illusion, when Han Jue hit him earlier, he stubbornly didn't cry. Instead, he stared at Han Jue fearlessly, and that gaze had something to it.

When this boy grew up, he would probably be able to scare others into weak knees just with his gaze.

Han Jue thought silently.

He decided to accompany Han Huang as he grew up, not Cultivate for now, and not rush for twenty years.

Qing Luaner took Han Huang to play with other Disciples, but not long after, Han Huang accidentally injured a Disciple. Fortunately, Han Jue was present, otherwise that Disciple would have been slapped into Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering by him.

Han Jue was even more surprised.

Could this boy already distinguish relatives?

Towards Han Qinger, he was like a normal infant. Towards other Disciples, his hands and feet were very heavy, instinctively using Innate Dharmic power.

Han Qinger was startled by Han Huang's actions and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Han Jue raised his hand and pulled Han Huang over.

Back in Han Jue's arms, Han Huang flailed his limbs, very displeased at being held by Han Jue.

"Husband, this boy needs to be properly disciplined…" Xing Hongxuan walked over, frowning as she spoke.

She had also witnessed that scene just now. If it weren't for her son, she probably would have been as scared as Han Qinger.

Han Jue said, "I know what I'm doing."

He glanced around at the nearby Disciples, all of whom looked terrified and dared not approach.

Han Jue felt helpless.

Indeed.

He really was a little tyrant.

Han Jue's first two children weren't fierce, but it was impossible for all children's natures to be so gentle.

Thus, Han Jue began to personally look after Han Huang, while Xing Hongxuan pulled Qing Luaner to the side of Han Jue's Daoist temple, preparing to open a new Daoist temple. After all, she couldn't always Cultivate under a tree; Xing Hongxuan wasn't used to it.

Time flew by.

Two years passed in a flash.

During these two years, Han Jue kept a close eye on Han Huang, fearing that the boy would harm someone.

He also didn't restrain Han Huang, usually letting Han Qinger play with him.

Two years later, Han Huang looked like a three or four-year-old, could speak human words, and his intelligence reached that of a ten-year-old, allowing for normal communication.

This day.

Han Huang and Han Qinger were under the old tree. Han Qinger was recounting her previous experiences in the Immortal Realm, while Han Huang lay in front of her, cupping his chin with his hands, his two small legs swinging behind him.

Two-year-old Han Huang wore a Golden-threaded White Robe, with purple pupils, both adorable and divine.

After growing up, he saw Han Jue's red pupils, so he no longer hid his own purple eyes.

Listening to Han Qinger tell folk stories, Han Huang looked puzzled.

"Qinger, why did that person want revenge?"

Han Huang couldn't help but ask.

Han Qinger smiled, "If someone killed me, killed Father and Mother, would you kill that person?"

Han Huang tilted his head, saying, "How could anyone kill you?"

Han Qinger paused, then said, "What if?"

"There will be no 'what if'."

"Why?"

"Because I will protect you."

"There are many stronger than you in Chaos, and besides, you can't always be with us."

"Then I'll kill all the Chaos living beings, so no one can kill you."

"You…"

Han Qinger was so angry she raised her hand to hit him, but then she thought, he's her older brother, how can a younger sister hit her older brother?

She changed her words and said, "You even want to kill people, let alone him who has a deep blood feud."

"No, he's not worthy."

"Why not worthy?"

"He's so weak. Why does he want to kill someone stronger than himself, and even ask others for help?"

"What kind of twisted logic is that? Should the weak be bullied by the strong?"

"Otherwise?"

"Heh, then if you get bullied by someone stronger, what will you do?"

"That won't happen. No one can bully me."

Han Qinger was almost exasperated.

This kid's words were infuriating, and there was something wrong with his brain.

At this moment, Han Jue walked over and said, "Huanger, are you bullying your sister again?"

Han Huang was so scared that he quickly jumped up, scratching his head and saying, "No way, how could I bully her? She's always bullying me."

He feared Han Jue the most because only Han Jue dared to hit him, and he couldn't fight back, always getting hit very painfully.