Transmigrated into Duan Yu at the Battle of Shaoshi Mountain, I’d planned to quietly live the life of a winner.
Who knew the System would ask me to find Xu Zhu a father and stop him from losing both his parents?
I looked at the honest, simple Xu Zhu, then at all the big shots present: Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci (the stoic version), the villain Ye Erniang (the mad version), and the flirtatious biological father Duan Zhengchun (the guilty version)...
A brilliant idea struck me. I raised the bowl for testing blood ties. “Father, how about taking this son? You’ll even get a princess for a daughter-in-law, and he might inherit Lingjiu Palace one day!”
Duan Zhengchun: “???”
Ye Erniang: “So you’re the heartless man after all!”
Xuan Ci: “Amitabha... (secretly breathing a sigh of relief)”
From then on, the martial world went completely off the rails:
Xu Zhu became the son of Dali’s Prince Zhennan, and two “Young Masters of the Duan Family” showed up at the Western Xia princess’s matchmaking event.
While drinking, Xiao Feng suddenly asked me, “Third Brother, are you going to find me a father next?”
Murong Fu gritted his teeth. “Duan Yu! Why do you always ruin my plans... Wait, why are you holding that blood-testing bowl again?!”
As for me, Duan Yu, professional blood-tie tester and unpaid father-finder, I was fretting over the System’s new mission:
“What? You want me to help Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yanqing reconcile? One is my biological father and the other is my father in name. How did this end up becoming my problem?!”
