Ninja World:The Heavenly Emperor Returns

With the help of Shen Qingqing, the old lady Shen got into the car and left the ancestral house.

As for Shen Qingqing, she began cleaning the Shen family ancestral residence.

After earnestly cleaning the place, Shen Qingqing stood up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and stretched.

"Huh... finally finished cleaning."

She took out her mobile phone and called her best friend.

"Hey, Sisi, I'm done with my work here. Let's go out for hot pot. What? Tonight is the college reunion? You want me to go too? Uh... okay okay, come pick me up. I'll send you the location on WeChat."

As she hung up the phone, Shen Qingqing locked the door of the Shen family ancestral house.

Not long after, a red Ferrari sports car came to a stop in front of the ancestral home.

With a roar, Shen Qingqing hopped in and left.

Almost the moment she left, two figures appeared at both ends of the street.

Shen Lian and Xuan Ba.

"Mm?"

Shen Lian looked up.

Ahead was a bustling downtown, and amidst it stood a humble bungalow identical to what he remembered, as if isolated from the flow of time.

Shen Lian's expression softened with nostalgia.

Sixty years had passed, yet the house of his youth was still standing.

He didn't need to use a trace of chakra or divine sense to investigate. Instead, he walked toward it step by step.

He raised his head.

The iron door still had the old paper talisman of the door god he once pasted on it. Though faded with time, it remained intact.

The red paint on the door had flaked, and the wooden beams of the eaves were rotting with age.

Shen Lian stepped forward and entered the yard through the gate.

None of the passersby noticed.

Inside, Shen Lian looked around.

Everything remained just as he remembered.

He reached out and touched the table. It wasn't dusty. In fact, it still bore fresh water stains.

"Are the Shen family descendants still maintaining this place?"

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes in thought.

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At the same time, in the speeding pink Ferrari—

"Ah! I forgot my bag at the ancestral home!"

Shen Qingqing, in the passenger seat, slapped her forehead.

"Sisi, turn around! I need to grab my bag!"

Driving beside her was a fashionable woman with bold makeup. She rolled her eyes.

"Miss Shen! When will you fix this habit of yours? Gas is expensive!"

Shen Qingqing groaned.

"Okay okay, I'll pay for gas later. Look at you getting all fussy. No wonder no one dares to pursue you. I think you'll be single forever."

"Hahaha, says you! You're not exactly taken either. By the way, Su Chen is coming to the reunion tonight. You remember him? Studied abroad. Now that's a quality man. Maybe tonight your girl's getting off the market!"

Qi Si snorted triumphantly, then spun the car around and headed back to the ancestral house.

"Su Chen?"

Shen Qingqing frowned.

That annoying guy is coming?

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Swish—

With a sharp brake, the pink Ferrari stopped at the gate of the Shen family ancestral home.

Shen Qingqing rushed out, unlocked the door, and ran inside.

Inside, Shen Lian was sitting in the living room reading an old book. He slowly lifted his head.

Then—

"Aaaah!!!"

Shen Qingqing screamed.

Their eyes met.

"Is this the Shen family descendant?"

Shen Lian rose to his feet and gave her a close look.

He could sense the same bloodline in her.

"You... who are you? What are you doing here?"

Shen Qingqing backed away in panic, eyes darting for a weapon.

If this man was here to steal, then she was going to show him what black-belt Taekwondo really meant.

That's right.

She had already mistaken him for a thief.

"Why am I here?"

Shen Lian chuckled.

"This is my home. I should ask why you're here."

"Your home??!!"

Shen Qingqing's eyes widened.

"You shameless thief! This is the ancestral home of our Shen family, and you dare claim it as yours?"

"You thief! Trying to rob us and still have the nerve to say this is your place?"

Shen Lian smiled faintly.

As the former Emperor who had once stood atop the heavens and was revered by gods and men alike, he had no need to be offended by her accusations.

Shaking his head, he said, "Sixty years ago, this was indeed my home. Tell me, whose descendant are you in the Shen family?"

"Sixty years ago? So you must be in your eighties or nineties? Don't be ridiculous."

Shen Qingqing frowned with suspicion.

"Fine then, listen up. My father is Shen Pangui, chairman of the Shen Group. If you're smart, you'll leave now. If our family gets involved, it won't end well for you."

"Shen Pangui?"

Shen Lian furrowed his brow and shook his head.

"Never heard of him."

He looked at Shen Qingqing again.

"Any elders still in the family?"

"Elders?"

Shen Qingqing raised an eyebrow.

Even her father's name didn't scare this thief?

"Then let me tell you, my grandmother is the old lady of the Shen Group, Shen Man. She's a nationally recognized businesswoman. Surely you've heard of her."

"Xiaoman? Your grandma is that little girl?"

Shen Lian raised his brows in surprise.

So she's Xiaoman's descendant.

The girl who used to cry and follow him around back in the day had become a grandmother.

He sighed.

It had indeed been sixty years.

He turned to Shen Qingqing with a slight smile.

"Little girl, in terms of generation, you should be calling me Uncle and Grandpa."

"Grandpa?"

Shen Qingqing snapped.

"What nonsense are you saying? If you're my uncle and grandpa, then I must be your aunt!"