I Woke Up to Eight Thousand Cubs

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Please check out my other works, The Kids Stay, the Dads Change and Call Me Dad and I’ll Carry You [Quick Transmigration]!

Don’t ask why there are so many animals together. I just want to cuddle them.

This is a fictional setting. In real life, don’t eat wild animals. It’s for your safety and your family’s.

Ever since the spiritual qi revival and the whole world began cultivating, the nations have been jealous of China.

Other countries: We all raise our affinity with beasts to cultivate faster. Why is China the only one that stands out with its “Lu, Yue, Sichuan, Fujian, Huaiyang, Su, Zhejiang, Hunan, Anhui, and local cuisines, with pan-frying, deep-frying, braising, boiling, stewing, simmering, roasting, marinating, and pickling”?

And fine, China’s pandas want to come home. But why are they bringing whole families of different species back from our countries?

Eventually, they stopped being jealous of China, but they all became jealous of the same person.

This guy cuddles furry creatures in winter and strokes scales in summer. Eight thousand little ones all recognize him as their dad.

They wanted to teach the guy a lesson, but before the eight thousand little ones could overwhelm them with cuteness, their own beast companions trampled them flat.

Protagonist: The big kids and little kids have all accepted me as their godfather. Given the bond we’ve forged through life and death, shouldn’t you show your elders a little respect?

The Kids Change, the Dad Stays: The “cub-rescuing maniac” has passed down the role of dad from one generation to the next.

He opens his eyes to find two cubs, one big and one little, going hungry but still looking for wild fruit to feed him.

He’s willing to be a dad to these sweet kids.

Fine clothes, fine food, carriages and horses: if other kids have them, his kids should have them too.

And if other kids don’t have them, his kids should still have them.

But kids, can you please change this habit of bringing every stray home... just a little?

All right, all right. Bring them home. Dad will raise as many as you bring.

A certain person once thought that since King Wen had a hundred sons, he could never outdo his illustrious predecessor. Now he gazes at one batch of kids after another: Fine. These kids make me feel young and full of energy!

Please check out my next novel, Transmigrated as a Little White Snake!

Yan Shu transmigrates as a little white snake and sees cultivators abusing little demons and keeping them as furnace cauldrons. The little demons are all suffering miserably.

Yan Shu is outraged and leaps into action.

With a tail measuring 1.88 meters around the waist, he crushes a whole basket of cultivators with a single sweep.

The little demons hail him as their ancestor and bow to thank him for saving their lives.

Yan Shu, a three-year-old dragging his snake tail: Ah! Can someone tell me if I’m poisonous? I’m too scared to even swallow my saliva! What do I do if my fangs cut my tongue?!

The little demons: Oh, the ancestor is drooling again. He must want some milk. Hurry and pick a flavor for him.

Theme: Carefully nurture the flowers of the nation’s future and raise the little ones to grow up strong