Sikong Haoxuan sent his mother away and excitedly played with the extremely high quality space ring like a rustic old man who had gotten a novelty. With nothing else to put in the ring, he threw everything in the room into the ring, and the few maids waiting by his side saw his crazy behavior, and their brains were in a state of instantaneous short-circuit.

After having enough, Sikong Haoxuan threw down a sentence to the maidservants without any responsibility, "Replace them all with new ones tomorrow." He sat on the ground and entered a state of cultivation. A few maidservants looked at the empty second floor attic and couldn't help but wonder in their hearts how they would explain this to the madam.

After entering the state of cultivation, a warning from the depths of the soul was felt. Sikong Haoxuan, who had studied ancient sorcery for many years, knew that soul warnings often appeared when sorcerers misjudged or underjudged objective information, and the divination and prediction that ancient sorcerers were proficient in had a close relationship with soul warnings.

For a long time, Sikong Haoxuan, who had found the reason, felt a wave of coldness rushing from his spine into the spirit of heaven. If it wasn't for Grandpa's test tonight, he would never have returned alive. With the memories of his previous life, Sikong Haoxuan would not be arrogant enough to think that he could fight against a martial artist or mage of the Remnant Yang realm right now.

A great sorcerer would never put himself in danger. Sikong Haoxuan, who had just stepped into the Sorcerer's Gate, had clearly violated the greatest taboo of a sorcerer, so it was no wonder that his soul would appear to be alerted.

Opening his eyes, Sikong Haoxuan gestured to the maid beside him, "Find me a piece of wood this long and this thick."

Worthy of being the first great family of the Imperial Capital, within a short time, the maid unexpectedly brought a cut of Golden Silk Sandalwood. Looking at this cut of precious wood that was sold in the market on two, Sikong Haoxuan was immediately dumbfounded and only managed to come to his senses after half a day. It seemed that after so many years of having memories of his previous life, he still did not have the awareness of being born into the Empire's first family, the fourth young master.

Receiving the sandalwood, Sikong Haoxuan couldn't help but ask the maid, "The mansion often has this kind of wood?"

The maidservants in the mansion are specially trained since childhood, in such a late night, the petite and pretty maidservant is still glowing, hearing Sikong Haoxuan's question, she smiles sweetly, "Fourth young master, there is a very large sandalwood forest in the family's estate, some days ago some was sent to the mansion for madam to make a new bed with."

"Making a bed out of golden sandalwood sold by the tael?" Sikong Haoxuan cursed the nobility's extravagance in his heart, then feeling the need to integrate himself into the family's life, he instructed the maid, "Turn around and ask them to send me a bed made of gold silk sandalwood as well."

Sending the maid out, with a wave of his hand he took out a sharp dagger from his ring. "Having a spatial ring is indeed much more convenient." After a slight sigh, Sikong Haoxuan sank into the fixed use and utilized his soul power to start carving up the wood in his hand.

The dagger looked so bizarre under the effect of the soul power. Between seemingly moving and not moving, the wood in Sikong Haoxuan's hand slowly formed a child-like puppet. Surprisingly, not a single shred of wood fell to the ground during the carving process.

Cutting through his middle finger, a drop of blood dripped onto the puppet's brow, and as Sikong Haoxuan spat out a few bizarre syllables, the blood slowly seeped into the puppet's brow. The puppet that had absorbed the essence blood, the surface of the puppet even slowly protruded dense meridians and blood vessels, and in those slender veins, there seemed to be bright red blood flowing.

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Late at night in the Imperial Capital, everyone was awakened by a mournful baby's cry emanating from their souls.

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The essence and blood depleted Sikong Haoxuan was as sick as a great sickness, and the puppet in his hand with soulful eyes pleased him greatly. After throwing it into his ring, he casually threw out a large bed and just slept in the hall.

Early in the morning, the people in the inner house who passed by the back garden all vaguely felt that something seemed to be missing in the garden. Song Ziyan, who had the habit of watering the flowers in the backyard early in the morning, looked at the empty pond side of the garden and couldn't help but think, ''Today is really fresh. In the past few years, Xuan'er, who has been sitting by the pond in the early morning to cultivate, did not come?"

Song Zi Yan, who couldn't rest assured, hurried towards her son's compound.

Stepping into the hall door, Song Zi Yan could not help but freeze. The entire house seemed to have been ransacked by the most dedicated thieves, not even a single cup was left behind.

The lone large bed in the middle of the empty hall was so blinding. After a night, Sikong Haoxuan, who had apparently recovered, had a rosy complexion and was snoring as he lay on the bed.

"Pah" the small buttocks were attacked as Sikong Haoxuan woke up, looking at Song Zi Yan in a daze, "Mom, why are you here, quickly go back to sleep, the sky is still not yet bright." After saying that, he planted himself on the bed again and prepared to continue dreaming.

Song Zi Yan, who was made to laugh bitterly by her son's inexplicable words, recited an incantation, and a large water balloon exploded in the sky above Sikong Haoxuan, and a miserable shriek spread throughout the entire ducal mansion.

Returning from the court, just stepped out of the door of the house of Sikong Buqun "hehehe" laughed twice, "it is rare to hear this little bastard screaming so miserable, in this wonderful morning is really refreshing ah, have to go to find someone to drink on the two cups."

"Mom, what are you doing here so early in the morning? Didn't go water the plants or anything." Sikong Haoxuan, who was already sober, didn't care at all about his soaking wet body and ingratiated himself with his mother.

Song Zi Yan looked at her wretched son and forced a smile on her face, "Hmph, you little guy has learned to sleep in! Tell me where everything in this room has gone?"

Sikong Haoxuan explained with some embarrassment, "Yesterday, I took grandpa's ring, and accidentally threw all the things in the room into the ring, and it's very inconvenient to take them out again."

After "Puffing" a laugh, Song Ziyan raised her volume to the maid outside the house and said, "Go tell the housekeeper to add a new set of furniture to the fourth young master's place."

Knocking on Sikong Haoxuan's little head, "Quickly go and wash up, and go to mom's place for dinner today. Your father will be back in the evening. Keep refusing to go to school, let's see how you'll explain to him."

At ten minutes into the evening, Song Ziyan brought along Sikong Mochun, Sikong Xiaoyue, who had returned from the Noble School, and Sikong Haoxuan, the biggest loafer in the family, to stand at the main entrance of the Sikong Residence, waiting to greet Sikong War, who had returned from the Uyar Grassland defense line.

In the Golden Empire, which was founded on martial arts, regardless of whether one was a noble or a commoner, when the man in the family returned from the battlefield, the wife had to bring the children to greet him at the door as a sign of respect for the warriors who had gone to war for the country.

A few moments later, dressed in steel snowflake armor Sikong war, led by five hundred blizzard guards, across the color of Hershey grassland produced high-quality warhorse slowly walking. Looking at his wife and child in front of the door, the murderous aura brought out from the battlefield between Sikong War's brows slowly dissipated.

The team of five hundred people stopped in front of the mansion, but did not make a sound of human speech and horse neighing, visible is a branch of iron blood elite soldiers.

In the Sikong war between the wave of the hand, five hundred Blizzard guards quietly by the side door into the Sikong House. Song Ziyan's eyes fluctuated a bit as she said softly to her husband, who hadn't seen her for a year, "I'm back."

Pulling up his wife's hands, whose brows were filled with joy, Sikong War softly responded, "I'm back." The short greeting between husband and wife is filled with warmth and countless unspoken words. This kind of friendship is not something that outsiders can easily comprehend.

In the atmosphere of a family reunion, Sikong Haoxuan's behavior was so blinding. Seeing that he simply ignored the return of his father after a long absence, he stood like a wooden stake with his eyes closed.