My Five Bigshot Seniors: I am The Most Coddled Junior!

He heard from those who served him in the past that when he was born, a strange phenomenon occurred involving the family treasure. The family believed he must be very gifted and held high hopes for him. However, in his memory, his mother never imposed strict demands on him because of this.

She was always very gentle with him, and she loved him dearly!

When his mother was still around, his father wasn’t as he became later. Their relationship was very good, and they could be described as harmonious partners. As the crystallization of their love, he was also very important in their hearts.

He still remembered how his mother always spoke to him with such gentleness. No matter what mistakes he made, she was always very forgiving and never scolded him.

When he was young, he wasn’t like he is now; he was rather mischievous. During piano practice, he would often slack off and get sternly criticized by his father, but his mother would always prepare his favorite meals and watch him gently from the side.

He was so happy during those times, and because of that, for many years afterward, he couldn’t forget it. It was this happiness that supported him through the sad times of his childhood.

Later, when his mother died in childbirth, his father remarried, and his attitude toward him worsened by the day. After going through a period of suffering, he met Wen Guiyun, who took him as a disciple, allowing him to leave the family. That period, and even the whole Yue Family, were buried deep in his memory. So when he first saw this courtyard, he was taken aback.

At this moment, he watched in a daze as his young mother walked over from not far away, as if time had returned to his childhood.

But his mother didn’t see him and walked gently toward the room with her maid.

He felt like a puppet being pulled, uncontrollably following behind his mother, entering his own room, and saw his four- or five-year-old self slacking off, getting caught by his mother, and then clinging to her while she gently taught him.

Back then, he bore a smile that his current self could never muster, looking carefree and very happy.

He experienced his childhood again as if he were a spectator, watching his mother dote on him, growing carefree under her love until he was seven years old when his mother gave birth.

He thought he had forgotten, but he realized he still remembered that day to this day.

The weather that day was terrible, with thunderstorms that now seemed to foreshadow the fate of his mother and unborn sister.

Although he was smart, he didn’t quite understand how terrifying childbirth was, only watching his father pacing anxiously outside while agonizing screams came from inside.

He wanted to go in and accompany his mother, but everyone around him stopped him, not allowing him to enter, so he stayed outside with his father.

And now, he was the same, having to stay outside, watching the elder midwife come out to tell his father that his mother was in a difficult labor, asking whether to save the mother or the child. His father angrily rebuked the midwife, saying he wanted both. The midwife re-entered the delivery room, holding her tongue.

About half an hour later, the midwife’s hysterical shout came from inside, and the tea cup his father had just picked up fell to the ground in shock.

He heard someone come out from inside, saying that his mother was in a difficult labor and both the child and the adult hadn’t survived. Then he watched as his father burst into the room with a contorted expression, soon followed by his father’s calls for his mother.

He was anxious but was blocked and couldn’t go in.

Even though he knew the scenes before him were events from the past, he still couldn’t help but feel heartache—much more intense than before, even to the point of feeling unable to breathe.

He wanted to rush in to save his mother, but an invisible force restrained him, making it impossible to enter the delivery room. He could only watch these events unfold, unable to stop them!

After that, he numbly watched the pain he had once experienced re-enact itself before him, seeing those ugly faces he had encountered back then, struggling and resisting at first, feeling helpless and despairing, until eventually, he calmed down.

In his mind, the faces of Wen Guiyun, Si Lin, Nan Hua, Mu Chen, Rong Ye, and Gu Qingqing began to appear. The things that upset him were gradually replaced by the happy moments he shared with them, especially after meeting Gu Qingqing. In her, he found the excitement he had felt upon learning he was going to have a sister.

Gu Qingqing was the sister he had longed for, and he showered her with all his love. Just seeing her smile gave him motivation!

When his inner self began to calm down and felt at ease, everything around him gradually disappeared, and his consciousness returned to darkness.

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The waiting was always particularly unbearable. Although each day’s time was the same, it had previously felt short, wishing for more hours in the day, but now he wanted time to pass faster, hoping each day would only last seven or eight hours!

Gu Qingqing and the others felt exactly this way, finding the days waiting for Wen Guiyun and Mu Chen’s alchemy incredibly painful, especially as they watched the poison in Yue Zhao’s body, although suppressed by the elixir left by Wen Guiyun, continue to spread little by little, causing great anxiety.

Yet, aside from waiting, they couldn’t do anything, making Gu Qingqing and the others feel agitated but unable to vent their frustration on their own people, causing everyone to feel quite stifled.

On the morning of the fourth day after Wen Guiyun and the others sealed the Alchemy Room, a large black cloud suddenly gathered in the sky above the Alchemy Room, with its thick cloud layers casting a heavy atmosphere.

Gu Qingqing and the others were closely monitoring the Alchemy Room’s situation. Noticing something amiss, they immediately gathered together, daring not to approach but watching from a distance they deemed safe.

"By the looks of it, could it be that Master and the others have succeeded in their alchemy?" Gu Qingqing, gazing at the clouds above the Alchemy Room, speculated with a hint of excitement: "Master said before that if the elixir was successfully crafted, it would surely be of Immortal grade, and an Immortal grade elixir must undergo a Heavenly Tribulation, just as humans must pass a tribulation to ascend to the Immortal Rank."

"According to Master’s description, it should be like this," Si Lin said, his eyes fixed on the cloud layers, tinged with a trace of joy.

Though the others remained silent, they all looked expectantly, praying internally that this was the Heavenly Tribulation signaling the elixir’s impending success.

Gu Qingqing looked at the Alchemy Room, a flash of light suddenly passing through her mind. Her eyes brightened, watching intently, and with her hands clasped in front of her chest, a mysterious and ethereal voice flowed from her lips: "Wen Guiyun and Mu Chen will craft the Nine Revolutions Reincarnation Elixir."