It had been a week since Alex arrived in this new world. His daily routine was as simple as it was boring—drink milk and sleep. Hungry? Eat. Tired? Sleep. He felt like a little puppy being pampered endlessly. Alex was on the verge of being bored out of his mind.
Thankfully, yesterday his mother had taken him out for a trip, riding her flying sword. Well, it wasn’t exactly for him; she had errands to run at the Alchemy Peak and decided to bring him along.
For the first time in this life, Alex experienced the thrill of flying. It was an exhilarating sensation that almost made him want to shout:
“Mommmmmmm, take me fly high and let me flaunt my style!”
Of course, that was just a fantasy, as a one-week-old baby could only manage some incoherent cooing sounds.
When they arrived at the Alchemy Peak, a strong medicinal fragrance hit Alex immediately, especially as they entered the pill refining room. He could barely take it all in when his attention was drawn to a young woman standing before them.
She was about 1.7 meters tall, with an oval face, delicate features, and large, expressive eyes. Her thin, slightly arched eyebrows gave her an air of innocence. What stood out most, however, was her rather "impressive assets," which seemed ready to burst out of her robes. Alex was certain that, aside from his mother, this was the most dazzling young lady he’d encountered in this world so far.
“Master, you’ve arrived! Little Eryndor is so adorable!” the young woman exclaimed with a respectful bow to his mother, her sweet voice filled with admiration.
"Seraphine, I won’t be coming to the Medicinal Forge as often for a while. You’ll be in charge here—don’t slack off. Pill refining requires constant practice to maintain your skills," Serene instructed firmly.
"Master, I understand. Don’t you already know how diligent I am?" Easton Seraphine replied with a confident smile.
"Good! I’m reassured when you’re handling things. Alright, I’ll take my leave now. Make time to visit and play with Dori," Serene said, glancing at her baby with a warm smile.
"Yes, Master!" Seraphine responded with enthusiasm, her gaze falling on baby Dori. His sparkling eyes and adorable appearance made her heart melt.
"Dori just gets cuter and cuter! I have to finish refining these pills quickly so I can go play with him!" Seraphine thought to herself, her determination renewed by the little bundle of joy.
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After everything was settled at the Medicinal Forge, Eryndor was once again carried home by his mother on her flying sword. As they soared through the air, he couldn’t help but notice something fascinating: women in this world rarely used makeup like those on Earth. Instead, their natural beauty was enhanced by the spiritual energy saturating their environment, giving them an ethereal and otherworldly charm—a true immortal aura.
Their vitality and allure far surpassed the celebrities he used to see back on Earth. Celebrities only cozied up to wealthy patrons, leaving otakus like Eryndor to admire from afar. But here, in this world, beauties were as plentiful as clouds, and wealth wasn’t the key. All he needed was strength.
“With power, picking up girls is no longer a pipe dream!” Eryndor thought, grinning foolishly at the idea. But his daydream quickly turned bitter. “Ugh, this world is so unfair. Right now, I’m just a little baby—how long will it take before I can flaunt my strength, slap some faces, and charm the girls? This is going to be a long road.”
Putting his ambitions aside, Eryndor focused on a more immediate problem: learning the language. Over the past week, he’d seen the written characters of this world. They weren’t simplified Chinese characters but a different kind of pictographic script. However, the architecture and people bore an uncanny resemblance to the cultivation dramas he used to watch.
Learning the script presented a big challenge. As a one-week-old baby, he couldn’t even speak yet, managing only incoherent baby sounds like “aah” and “gah.” Despite his best efforts to mimic his mother’s speech, his progress was dismal, leaving him frustrated.
"Fate is messing with me!" he thought, covering his imaginary face in embarrassment.
Since learning to speak seemed hopeless for now, Eryndor decided to focus on physical development instead. Lying in his crib, he made a point of waving his tiny arms and legs, trying to exercise as much as possible to build strength. On Earth, babies typically started sitting up and crawling around 4–7 months, but Eryndor couldn’t wait that long. In this world, with its spiritual energy and immortal practices, he was sure he could grow faster.
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In the evenings, his father would return home, and the whole family would have dinner together. Well, his parents had dinner while he nursed. Every time Eryndor fed in front of his father, he noticed the man’s envious gaze, as though Eryndor had stolen something precious. To this, Eryndor could only chuckle internally.
Despite being cultivators, both his father and mother led a simple, warm family life in the evenings. They ate together, relaxed, and all slept on the same bed. Eryndor, nestled between them, found it fascinating that his parents could lie perfectly still all night without shifting. “So this is the discipline of cultivators,” he thought with a mix of amazement and amusement.
As the days passed, Eryndor began to feel the genuine warmth of familial love from his parents. His liveliness and intelligence made him a favorite of his mother, Serene Skyshade, who adored his playful antics. He rarely cried or fussed, and his knack for “selling cuteness” made her dot on him even more. She could spend the entire day playing with him without tiring, her maternal instincts overflowing.
Three weeks flew by, and Eryndor had noticeably grown. He was chubbier and more adorable than ever, his arms and legs sporting rolls of baby fat. He ate well, slept well, and lived a life that was, quite literally, the epitome of bliss in an immortal world. Since Eryndor was just a week old, Serene Skyshade had dressed him in a protective magical armor designed for infants. It kept him warm in winter, cool in summer, and shielded him from dirt and grime, making the weather and environment practically irrelevant to him.
The nursemaids often complained that caring for babies was hard work—always dealing with unexpected crying and sudden messes. However, Eryndor was an exception. Whenever he needed to relieve himself, he would start whimpering, and Serene would immediately understand his needs. The silent understanding between mother and son meant he had never soiled his diapers even once since birth.
This unique trait only made Serene adore him even more. She often praised Eryndor’s intelligence to Jin Valen, who, of course, had no real idea how much effort went into caring for a newborn. He could only respond proudly:
“Isn’t it obvious? Look who his father is! Of course, my son is smarter than most.”
Of course, Jin Valen’s proud response was met with nothing more than a dismissive eye-roll from Serene Skyshade.
That same morning, Eryndor saw the young woman he had previously met at the Medicinal Forge. Although he couldn’t understand the conversation at the time, the familiarity and age gap between the two hinted that she was likely one of Serene’s disciples.
Easton Seraphine had joined the Skyshade Sanctum at a young age, apprenticing under Serene. Her talent was decent—average in combat but exceptional in alchemy. Her diligent and meticulous approach to refining pills, combined with her ability to endure tedious work, made her stand out. Recognizing her potential, Serene had taken Seraphine as her personal core disciple, elevating her status within the sect.
“Master, I’ve finished refining my latest batch of pills and came to visit you and Eryndor,” Easton Seraphine said with a cheerful smile, bowing respectfully.
“Take a seat. Is your cultivation progressing smoothly?” Serene asked with a gentle smile.
“Not really. Lately, I’ve been focused on refining pills, so I’ve put my cultivation on hold. Besides, I’ve been stuck at the ninth layer of Foundation Establishment for quite some time. What I need now is an opportunity or some good fortune to break through,” Seraphine admitted with a lighthearted laugh.
Her cultivation progress relied heavily on medicinal pills, leaving her combat abilities severely lacking. She could barely hold her own against a first-layer Foundation Establishment disciple from the Sword Peak, let alone fight on par with others. Nevertheless, her alchemy skills were highly sought after, and the pills she produced were eagerly snapped up by her fellow disciples.
Despite her shortcomings in combat, Seraphine had earned her place in the sect through her unmatched talent in alchemy—a skill that made her indispensable to those around her.
"Don’t forget to focus on your cultivation," Serene gently reminded her. "Even alchemy depends on your cultivation level. By the way, Eryndor has been very well-behaved. Why don’t you try holding him? Just make sure to support his neck with one hand and cradle him with the other."
Easton Seraphine’s eyes lit up with excitement as she walked over to the crib. Seeing Eryndor’s cute, chubby face and playful expression, she couldn’t resist gently picking him up.
Eryndor, being cooperative, didn’t fuss or resist. Instead, he laughed and giggled happily, as if to say,
"Look how adorable Baby Dori am! Come on, hug me, love me!"
This made Seraphine’s heart melt. Holding him close, she felt a wave of affection for the little baby. His cheerful demeanor and bright smile had completely won her over.
“Hehe, young lady, you invited me, if I don’t take advantage of it, I'm not Alex”
Alex secretly laughed in his heart, seeing Seraphine kissing and fondling his cheeks, Alex quickly touched her chest.
At first, Seraphine didn’t pay much attention, thinking that it was just a child accidentally touching him and continued to play with him, but the strange feeling became more and more obvious, a tingling sensation quickly spread from her chest, making her blush slightly. Seeing this, Alex couldn’t help but increase the intensity of the kneading and massaging. Seraphine’s hands began to tremble slightly, her face reddening to her ears, as a young girl, she had never experienced this before. Although it was just on the outside of her shirt, the feeling was extremely real, she began to gasp, unable to help but let out an “Ummm” sound.
Immediately after, she regretted it, feeling so embarrassed she wanted to disappear. Quickly turning to her master, Serene Skyshade, she heard her say softly, “Ah, the little one must be hungry again. Seraphine, give Eryndor back to me.”
Seraphine, feeling like she’d been granted a reprieve, gently handed Eryndor over to Serene. Eryndor, ever cooperative, nestled comfortably back into his mother’s arms, as if the earlier incident was merely an innocent attempt to ask for milk.
Eryndor knew exactly when to press and when to let go, playing the game like a pro. “Hehe, young ladies, just wait. Little Master has arrived, and soon you’ll all be defeated by my unbeatable cuteness.”
A sly grin flashed across Eryndor’s tiny face as he chuckled inwardly, plotting his playful conquests.