As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Chapter 908 - 280: The Princess Consort, a Soul Capturing Bull Demon Riding a Dragon, Both Father and Daughter are 1000-Year-Old Divine Children? [Seeking Monthly Tickets]_5

Li Che and Zhang Ya, as Xi Xiʼs parents, received the greatest hospitality. Leaders of various noble families all came up to offer them a toast.

Zhang Ya was in high spirits, drinking one cup after another, her small face blushing brightly, her whole body seeming to radiate heat.

Li Che didnʼt persuade her to drink less. Feeling happy himself, he simply let her enjoy as much as she liked.

Meanwhile, Xi Xi sat next to Zhang Ya, indulging ravenously in the delicacies laid out on the table. Her little stomach seemed like a bottomless pit, as she swept food clean plate after plate.

”Daddy!”

”I finally got my wheels together!”

Still munching away, Xi Xi proudly showed off to Li Che, lifting her little feet into the air.

Instantly, sparks burst forth from beneath her soles.

Both her feet lit up with sweeping flames, accompanied by the metallic clanking of friction. Countless sparks danced wildly as two Prison Lotus Wind Fire Golden Light Wheels materialized out of thin air!

Supporting her body, the wheels lifted her off the ground and into the air. She tread lightly as though walking on flat ground, each step held steady by the spinning wheels beneath.

After showing off for only a moment, Xi Xi descended again, settling back beside Li Che.

She wore an expression of utter obedience and innocence.

Lv Taibai, his silver hair fluttering cleanly and freely, sat nearby. The Sect Masterʼs Wife swayed her little feet while seated beside him.

Occasionally Lv Taibai picked dishes to place into her bowl, and Sect Masterʼs Wife Xuan Qisha thoroughly enjoyed herself, her mouth glistening with grease from the feast.

After sharing a drink with Lv Taibai, Li Che served Xi Xi a roasted spirit chicken leg.

Beside them, Gongshu Jingjun walked over, laughing and raising his cup for a toast.

”Master Li, now that Xi Xi has become the Young Sect Master, you should feel at ease. Itʼs high time for you to focus on your work at the Divine Carving Ridge.”

”Youʼve inherited Elder Sunʼs Half-Saint Divine Sculpture legacy—donʼt waste such an invaluable gift.”

”In the future, if Elder Li truly ascends as the Divine Sculpture Master, it will undoubtedly mark a great celebration for the establishment of the Young Master,” Gongshu Jingjun said with a grin.

The Sect Masterʼs Wife laughed aloud, her mouth slick with oil as she gnawed at a chicken leg.

”Even though heʼs Xi Xiʼs father, a Saint-level Sculptor is not something just anyone can achieve, isnʼt it?”

”Divine Sculpting and Divine Talismans alike are easy to begin but difficult to master. Becoming a Saint Hand... far too difficult.”

”Better try achieving Half-Saint first. Only after becoming a Half-Saint Sculptor will there even be credentials to discuss Saint Hand status. Half-Saint is merely the threshold toward Saint Hand.”

The Sect Masterʼs Wife commented thoughtfully.

Li Che, hearing this, nodded in agreement...

”Mountain Master Gongshu, I havenʼt been idle lately. Iʼve been diligently studying Elder Sunʼs inheritance and have already mastered it. I think I can attempt sculpting a Half-Saint Divine Sculpture,” Li Che said.

Upon hearing this, Gongshu Jingjun froze mid-drink.

A glimmer of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

”Are you serious?”

Considering Li Cheʼs age and the short period since he obtained Elder Sunʼs dying gift—a painstaking Half-Saint inheritance...

He had already mastered it?

The Sect Masterʼs Wife scoffed lightly.

”Young man, do you think breaking into the Half-Saint realm is that simple? Donʼt be deluded into thinking that just touching the threshold allows you to craft a Half-Saint Divine Sculpture. Seeing the mountain and reaching the summit are entirely different things.”

”The saying ʼLooking at a mountain makes a horse die from exhaustionʼ holds true. Many Half-Saints exhaust their entire lifetimes to reach within armʼs length of the Saint realm, but that armʼs length... is an infinite chasm.”

The Sect Masterʼs Wife sighed deeply.

Her words reflected her own struggle: that armʼs length seemed agonizingly close, yet eternally unreachable.

Li Che laughed in response, his eyes gleaming as he glanced at the Sect Masterʼs Wife: ”Sect Masterʼs Wife, shall we bet on it?”

She wrinkled her nose: ”Why are you just like Xi Xi, so fond of gambling? No wonder youʼre father and daughter—carved from the same mold.”