Chapter 118: Xiao Jin's Emotional Program

“Haha, I’m the big sister now! Finally, someone younger than me!” Green Sprout laughed joyfully, her hair flying wildly.

Little Dragon Jr. patted his chest confidently and promised, “Duoduo’s little brother is too weak. Leave him to me—I’ll train him until he’s as strong as a dragon!”

Sang Sang brought out some specialties from the Danxia Painting Realm for the children to eat, drink, and play with. Among them was the Gestation Pool, which could turn specially crafted mud creations into real objects—except for humans. She let Duoduo teach them how to play with it. Green Sprout and Little Dragon Jr. eagerly gathered around Duoduo like they had found treasure and promised Sang Sang they would take good care of him before taking him off. The upgraded Big White Wolf followed on Sang Sang’s command, ready to guard against any mishaps.

Next came the adult time. White Thorn and Big Yellow Duck were reluctant to part with Little Golden but pouted and followed the children’s group.

“You’re all fools. Forget it. Even if I am a kid, you all call Sang Sang ‘big sister,’ so Duoduo should be calling you ‘uncle’ and ‘auntie.’ Yet you’re so happy about being one generation younger for no reason. I’m not a child anymore and don’t like playing with mud… Wait, mud can turn into mecha? Hang on, I want to play too!”

Tom and the others didn’t stay long; they just checked on the Heavenly Emperor and learned he had overeaten, so they didn’t ask further. Their focus was on Duoduo.

“A child by blood relation? Duoduo doesn’t have a father? You went to the Creator’s Origin Mini World, and he is your creation?” Tom asked bluntly.

Sang Sang nodded. “Yes, the blood relation was an accident, but he already exists. I can’t just destroy him like an object.”

“Oh, a living person is certainly not an object,” Tom reflected. “If you don’t have time, I can help take care of him. I’ve raised countless children and have experience. He suits me, but there’s something off about his body—his gene stability is less than Dragon Jr.’s and Green Sprout’s, which is normal. But why is he so much weaker than White Thorn? Do you mind if I examine him properly?”

“Of course not, I would be very grateful,” Sang Sang replied.

Suddenly, Hu Yang asked, “Does he have a name? Just Duoduo?”

Sang Sang paused before answering, “No official name yet. Duoduo is just a nickname. He likes to laugh and talk a lot, so ‘Duoduo’ fits him. There’s no deeper meaning.”

Ye Xiu didn’t ask anything but smiled meaningfully. The others knew Sang Sang had something to discuss with Little Golden, so they took their leave to arrange care for the Heavenly Emperor.

Sang Sang placed the Heavenly Emperor in the quiet room of the castle tower’s martial arena and went next door to organize her recent gains.

Little Golden sat on her shoulder, kicking his little feet and tilted his head to tell her what outsiders thought about her acquisition of the Danxia Painting Realm.

“It’s a pity you weren’t the first among all contestants to gain a Faith Zone. Seventeen known contestants had their family factions prepared Faith Zones ready for them to just go through the motions of accepting. White Atractylodes and Water Midge were among them—they built their Faith Zones in a month before choosing to study in the mini world.”

“But you’re the only one who directly transformed the mini world into a Faith Zone. Precursors who haven’t appeared on the Star Network for thousands of years are watching your starlight and even publicly congratulated you. Among all contestants, you’re definitely the most watched and well-reviewed, though some bored people say you like stealing the headlines and aren’t modest enough.”

“Your fans are incredible across all levels. If someone says something bad about you, their boss shows up in the starlight comments, saying they lack love and patience and have narrow views, and that person gets fired. Besides bosses, some people get scolded by their parents or elders and then clear the starlight criticisms against you. Fans of all ages and races—from toddlers under thirty to elders thousands or even tens of thousands of years old—all say you have the potential to be a national idol.”

“I also caught news that you’re an orphan adopted by the Galactic Empire’s royal family. Over ten thousand people want to adopt you, promising warmth and good status, but Sena refused all and publicly announced you don’t need to be adopted.”

“Also, the Hundred Flowers Saintess sent an official letter inviting you to intern at the Hundred Flowers Palace anytime. She recently stopped all outside activities, growing increasingly agitated, constantly pestering Sena for help. Sena replied, advising her to calm down and comforted her.”

Little Golden’s sneaky tattling was utterly adorable.

Sang Sang lifted him and kissed him. He covered his forehead, stepped back with his left foot against his right, and squinted with laughter. “Whether Sena still harbors feelings or is just pretending, as long as he doesn’t harm my interests, we should trust him. Such a clever person needs trust most of all.”

Little Golden curled up but lifted his little head, eyes peeking out from his arms. “I’ve run many simulations, and the conclusion is that the Hundred Flowers Saintess has a princess syndrome. Only she can change her situation, but she insists Sena can help her. I just can’t figure it out—does Sena have some special talent?”

“I’m not sure about special talents, but his ability to make money and strategize is astounding,” Sang Sang chuckled. “What have you been busy with over the past year?”

“I figured it out! You mean I’m busy for no reason and only pay attention to gossip about you,” Little Golden said crossly, turning his head sharply away.

Sang Sang hurried to soothe him. “I didn’t say that. You helped me find the chip owner’s relatives and friends, searched for secret arts to transfer causality, helped me write and submit applications to receive the Danxia Painting Realm Faith Zone, and even carefully gathered and compared the ten-person team list before asking Grandpa Anthony to write transfer orders.”

Little Golden turned his head halfway back and lifted his chin. “Good you know. My emotional program is only 0.000...1 away from 100%. I can understand all the implied meanings in your words.”

Sang Sang silently counted 207 zeros, thinking that Little Golden must be quite displeased that his emotional program can’t reach full capacity.

This time, besides the Danxia Painting Realm Faith Zone, the greatest gain for Sang Sang was the Creation Law.

Now Sang Sang’s Creation Law had reached the fourth realm. Thanks to Rocky’s acceptance, even though distant, she could always perceive the Origin of Creation and, when necessary, harness and utilize it. She didn’t need special brushes, ink, or paper, nor the Gestation Pool—she could create ex nihilo.

Within the star core of myriad cosmic laws, the Creation Law ranked high, surpassing Purification and second only to Devouring. Of course, the unique status of Time and Space remained unchallenged. The formation of the Creation Star promoted the growth of life system stars, nourishing both illusionary and real stars.

The star core grew more harmonious and its shape gradually elongated from an oval amber to vaguely resemble a brush—this was the law’s manifestation form. When fully formed, it signified a high star rank.

Sang Sang did not refine the manifestation but ended her meditation and took out the Divine Tomb, infusing her recent insights into the painting. The addition of the Creation Law brought vitality to the painted time and space—flowers, grass, and trees turned real; the gods’ wills became more vivid; and the battlefield’s murderous frenzy intensified. Even Sang Sang herself dared not delve deeply without using the Primordial Demon Sacred Heart.

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