Chapter 438 - The Three Sovereigns (2/2)

At this moment, Yan Zaizen was downing food and drink faster than it came. Every bit consumed a chunk, every slurp finished a drink or soup laid before him. He was the picture of gluttonous greed as he feasted without care for his image.

After that fight, Yan Zaizen felt his body carve an insane amount of sustenance. He devoured whatever was before him instantly while his Herculean Physique digested it all in the matter of seconds. Even after an hour of eating, he felt only hungrier.

This was the first time he felt so hungry. Perhaps it was because his three revivals had consumed an absolutely astronomical amount of energy and power. Regardless, he needed to eat.

Lin Feilin sat beside him, the snow-white puppy held in her arms, but unlike Shin Xuanji, she was smiling with a hint of admiration and pride. There was a saying that a man that could eat was capable in many things. Seeing Yan Zaizen consume so much caused her mind to go awry.

Old Man Bo wasn't here. Yan Zaizen sent him off to cultivate somewhere.

After finishing an entire turkey and a jug of wine, Yan Zaizen turned his amber-gold gaze towards this young woman beside Shin Xuanji. He knew that this young girl wasn't his wife, but his great-something granddaughter. Her life aura was just slightly older than this body of his.

She couldn't be more than twenty.

”So, you're going to introduce me or you too embarrassed of this Junior Brother of yours?” Yan Zaizen said, his smile was sly as he picked up a chicken leg and waved it at Shin Xuanji.

Shin Xuanji's expression darkened a little. He sighed and said, ”this is Shin Feiyu. She's my great-great-great-great Granddaughter.”

Hearing herself being introduced, she rose and performed a respectful bow meant for a senior. Since Yan Zaizen was Shin Xuanji's Junior Brother, he was worthy of being her senior.

”Oh?” Yan Zaizen perked, taking a hefty bite of his chicken leg. ”Yu? Not your family line?” In the Xiantu Realm, the naming structure typically went Clan Name -> Name, Family Line.

Yan Zaizen. Yan Clan. Zai. And, originated from the Zen lineage.

This held true for Lin Feilin and Shin Xuanji, even Han Genji. They all had their names define their origins. For example, with those familiar with the Yan Clan, they could gather that Yan Zaizen was a part of the Main Family. And as the grandson of the Clan Head, they would be correct.

For Shin Feiyu to be named after a different family name was quite odd, especially if she was Shin Xuanji's granddaughter.

”I renounced my family line, starting a new one with my wife's.” Shin Xuanji calmly explained. While this was highly unconventional, and this meant Shin Xuanji was likely renamed Shin Xuanyu, Yan Zaizen had no intention of changing how he addressed him, but he respected the choice.

”Mm. Good on you, starting anew.” He had already finished off the entire chicken, not just the chicken leg, by the time Shin Xuanji had finished talking. The most shocking thing was that, regardless of how much Yan Zaizen ate or how greasy the food, he was still as clean as always.

This level of skillful eating and awareness of self was admirable.

”You named her?” Yan Zaizen said to Shin Xuanji, looking at Lin Feilin. As if she read Yan Zaizen's thoughts, she also turned to Shin Xuanji. Her name was Fei, so she would feel honored if a descendant of her Junior Brother was named after her.

Shin Xuanji didn't deny it. Lin Feilin was similarly an important figure in his life, and for some reason, when she was born and he held her in her arms, he felt this name was appropriate.

Yan Zaizen smilingly said, ”Master would be proud.”

The three went silent for a moment. Han Genji was their Master, and he had given each of them an invaluable opportunity for change. He saved Shin Xuanji, Lin Feilin, and Yan Zaizen. While his methods were forceful, his intentions were good and true.

”I hope he is,” Lin Feilin and Shin Xuanji simultaneously said, even synchronizing their vocal cadence. Yan Zaizen's heart thumped.

Would Han Genji be proud if he knew that his three disciples gave birth to three Sovereigns? He must be.

”Milord, the cake is prepared.” A soft, melodious voice sounded. Yan Zaizen's ears perked as his eyes shone a brilliant glimmer.

Cake!

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