Chapter 3353: The Demands Of The Little Ancestor

Tao Yinsu glared at at the Patriarch.

"Do I look like a normal child? Does a normal child make arrays cry? Does a normal child speak celestial level phrases? Does a normal child call an elder monk ’bald shin scraper’ without remorse? I think not."

The Patriarch collapsed to the floor.

He bowed.

"Very well. From this day forward we shall address you as Little Ancestor."

Xukong’s laughter echoed inside Lin Mu’s mind.

"This is a spectacular disaster. I am enjoying this more than I should."

Lin Mo cackled too.

"This is the funniest reincarnator I probably will ever see. And he is not even pretending to hide his nature. He is simply terrorizing everyone."

Lin Mu rubbed his forehead again.

With the seniority issue settled, or at least forcibly resolved, Lin Mu finally gave the clan proper instructions. He told them what they could reveal and what they should not. The rumor of a cursed baby was ordered to be dismissed immediately.

They would instead announce that the child was blessed with divine wisdom, likely touched by the fate of the White Wisdom Owl King. The baby was not cursed, but blessed beyond measure with early intelligence and divine mind.

He was already cultivating naturally, a sign of great destiny.

And once Lin Mu, wielder of the White Jade Ruyi, said this publicly, no one dared question it. Every Buddhist temple in White Owl World supported his words. Any objection would be treated as an insult to the Buddhist Dao itself.

Soon the crowd outside the clan gates heard the news.

The cursed baby was gone.

In its place, a divine infant of wisdom had been born.

The Binggan Clan became ecstatic. They paraded around with relief and pride swelling in their hearts. The tents outside slowly dispersed, though many stayed behind to sell food, talismans, and fortune cookies in celebration.

Within the clan walls, Tao Yinsu sat on a cushion surrounded by elders.

He crossed his arms proudly.

"That is right. Worship me. No, not literally. Just do not annoy me and we will get along fine."

Lin Mu sighed deeply.

He had once fought against spatial rifts, great beasts, curses, dark immortals, and malevolent entities that sought to end worlds.

None of them had exhausted him as much as a grumpy reincarnated baby.

The first morning after Lin Mu decided to remain, Tao Yinsu woke up at dawn and demanded imperial grade tea, immediately followed by a thorough list of titles he insisted were his.

The clan tried to placate him with warm milk and mashed pears. He spat them both out with theatrical disgust and then swore like a dockhand when the milk was not of the right temperature.

Little Shrubby saved the morning by producing a coarse smoothie of boiled pear, lotus petal, and a faintly medicinal root. The beast had learned how to puree things in one of the many restaurants they’ve been to and now brought that knowledge into the world.

Tao Yinsu took one sip, made a face that would have curdled cream, and then fell asleep on Lin Mu’s lap. The clan sighed in relief. Lin Mu leaned back and felt a brief, selfish victory as if the infant had finally agreed to be sensible.

Unfortunately, that victory lasted precisely three hours.

At midmorning Tao Yinsu woke up demanding music. He screamed for a war horn, then for a lute, then for fireworks. The Patriarch offered a gentle drum and an old pipe, which Tao Yinsu promptly used to attempt a what could only be called death metal solo that frightened the family rooster into thorough reconsideration of flight.

They also got to witness the control over qi that Tao Yinsu had even now. As he managed to use his Spirit qi to use the instruments that was simply horrendous.

The pipe broke. The Patriarch gawked.

Cattaleya volunteered to teach etiquette by force of example. Her method involved tying the infant into a ridiculous harness designed to look adorable while preventing wild flailing. She sang nursery rhymes in a deep baritone that could have been used as a siege engine.

The child hissed like a goat and then, after a full minute of humiliation, burst into laughter and promptly bit the edge of his own diaper. This started a minor kerfuffle involving the clan’s seamstresses, who declared the diaper redesign an insult against her.

That afternoon the baby attempted to order the Patriarch about, which is where the etiquette lesson truly began.

Tao Yinsu told the Patriarch that the Patriarch would be appointed to the role of royal scullion, then demanded the clan bake a wheel of fortune cookies to match his stature. The patriarch was confused as he didn’t even know what a Scullion meant.

Tao Yinsu scoffed at the lack of his knowledge and explained it for them. The Patriarch could only cry and accept it begrudgingly. Though to Lin Mu, this gave him a bit more insight into Tao Yinsu’s past.

The word he used was rather archaic and isn’t used now. Even in old books, it would be rather rare to find, and even Lin Mu only knew it because he had read some ancient books like those.

Still, that didn’t stop Tao Yinsu’s orders from being carried out.

The clan set about the wheel. It was supposed to be symbolic. Tao Yinsu attempted to steal the first one, chased a servant through the courtyard while being carried by his mother, and managed to insert a prophecy inside the biscuit that read, in very large crumb letters, YOU WILL BE DOUBLE DUTY TONIGHT.

The prophecy was wrong, but the pastry left crumbs everywhere and the clan had to clean for two hours while the baby demanded a throne. Lin Mu settled Tao Yinsu on a cushion, put a simple jade ornament on the infant’s lap, and pretended to be impressed. The baby immediately ordered a battle decoration of long feathers.

He was simply brought a broom.

At night a band of fortune tellers arrived, insisting that they could see the baby’s fate. Tao Yinsu, bored and fed, loudly imitated each of them. They left red faced and far less prophetic than they had intended to appear.

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