**Chapter 333: Shu Shu is Stupid?**

**Chapter 333: Shu Shu is Stupid?**

The camera shifts to Zhao Ling.

After spending some time perfecting the airspace of the Eighteen Realms, he returned to the Douluo Mortal Realm.

At this moment, Zhao Ling realized that his strength had improved again—and the increase was extraordinary.

The expansion and improvement of the eighteen realms of space in his body seemed to be directly linked to the growth of his strength.

Zhao Ling carefully compared his current strength with his previous level and found that he was about three times stronger than before.

Moreover, in the future, the eighteen realms of space within his dantian would expand and evolve on their own.

Zhao Ling had no idea just how far it would go.

Anyway, he felt like a creator god within the eighteen realms of space in his dantian.

What was even more surprising was that the knowledge he had gained from the Eighteen Realms' Space seemed to apply to the Douluo Mortal Realm as well—something he had not expected.

After leaving the room Dong'er had prepared for him, Zhao Ling went to Dong'er's Pope's Palace.

But unexpectedly, he encountered a little boy, about six years old, on the road.

When the boy saw Zhao Ling, he rushed over, hugged his legs, and burst into tears.

"Dad, Dad, why did you just get out? It's been five years, five whole years! Do you know how I've been living these years?

Please take me back quickly, or your precious child will be lost..."

"Five years? What five years?"

Zhao Ling didn't react immediately. It had only taken him half a day to travel to the Douluo God Realm, and then he had been perfecting the airspace of the Eighteen Realms.

He thought it had only been a few days, so how could five years have passed so suddenly?

And who is this five- or six-year-old kid? Why is he calling me Dad? What's going on here?

Zhao Ling observed the little boy carefully and realized that the child looked somewhat similar to both himself and Dong'er.

Unsure if this child was his older son, Zhao Ling asked, "Little brat, are you Ping An's mischievous child?"

The boy looked at Zhao Ling as though he were an idiot and said, "Dad, have you gone mad from seclusion? You can't even recognize your own grown son?

I'm six years old now; you should remove the flying restrictions on me, right?"

What the hell??? Zhao Ling's heart was filled with rage. He never expected that perfecting the eighteen realms of space would take him five years!

What a joke! Five years had passed in the blink of an eye. His beloved girlfriends must be worried sick by now, seeing that he hadn't returned for five years.

Zhao Ling wasn't boasting, but his girlfriends usually acted as if they disliked him, treating him like a ball, kicking him back and forth between their sisters.

However, if he didn't return home for ten days or half a month, those beauties would definitely be anxious, maybe even thinking he'd been kidnapped by some wild flowers.

When Zhao Ling first went to the Xingluo Empire to be with the sisters Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing, it only took him a little over a month.

After returning, he was severely exploited by the beauties who ganged up on him for a while. That experience was hard for Zhao Ling to bear.

This time, he had been away for five years, and Zhao Ling couldn't imagine how severely he'd be punished by those beauties when he returned home.

Before Zhao Ling could react to the sudden passage of five years, he heard a clear and melodious voice, like the sound of an oriole, coming from not far away.

"Brother, what did you say just now? I didn't hear you clearly. It seemed like you wanted Father to send me away?"

Zhao Ling turned toward the voice and saw a girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, walking toward him in a delicate sea-blue palace dress.

With her long blue hair and beauty, she resembled Xier about 60%.

Zhao Ling knew at once that the girl was his eldest daughter, Zhao Mengyan.

In just five years, his daughter had grown a lot taller. She was now about 1.7 meters tall, with skin as white as jade. It seemed she was living a very good life in Wuhun City.

The daughter's almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, giving off a dangerous glint. Zhao Ping'an, the mischievous boy, shuddered violently and quickly shook his head like a rattle, trying to please her.

"Sister, I didn't mean anything bad. I was just saying that you've been in Wuhun City for five years.

Xier's mother must miss you very much. Don't you miss her too?"

"Well, whether I want to be a mom or not is none of your business. And you'd better not let me hear that you're always thinking about sending me away.

Otherwise, I'll beat you up every time I see you, without mercy."

The daughter clenched her fists in a domineering manner, threatening her brother, which frightened him to death.

After threatening her brother, Zhao Mengyan turned to Zhao Ling, smiled with her eyes curving, and said, "Dad, you're finally out of seclusion. Yan'er missed you so much..."

After speaking, Zhao Mengyan quickly walked forward, obviously wanting to throw herself into Zhao Ling's arms.

But just as she was about to, she stopped and puffed up her cheeks in frustration.

She remembered what her mother and Dong'er's mother had taught her. Both had told her that, as she was growing up, she should avoid jumping into her father's arms.

No matter how much she wanted to be close to him, she had to show maturity.

Zhao Ling nodded with satisfaction when he saw this. It seemed his daughter now understood that girls should avoid their fathers once they were grown. That was very good.

Zhao Ling gently raised his hand and rubbed his daughter's head lightly, smiling.

"My daughter, not bad. In five years, your strength has increased to level 82. Your father is proud of you."

"Hmm..." Zhao Mengyan nodded, her previously gloomy expression turning into a sweet smile.

"Dad, why did your retreat take so long?

It's been five years. I'm sure Mom must be so anxious that she's about to cry, right?"

"It's okay; I'll explain everything to your mother when we get back to Poseidon Island.

I'll meet your mother, Dong'er, first. After that, I'll take you back to Poseidon Island."

Zhao Ling gently stroked her head, causing Zhao Mengyan to close her eyes in comfort and respond sweetly, "Yeah."

Then Zhao Ling took his daughter and son to meet Bibi Dong.

Upon seeing Zhao Ling coming out of seclusion, Bibi Dong immediately stood up from the Pope's throne, flew directly into his arms, and asked, dissatisfied, "My stinky husband, why did you stay in seclusion for so long this time?

Five years! I thought something had happened. Do you know how worried I've been?"

Zhao Ling held Dong'er, who had grown more mature but still retained her youthful charm, in his arms and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Silly girl, what could possibly be wrong with me? I just spent some time perfecting the eighteen realms of space in my body."

Bibi Dong raised her head and looked at Zhao Ling curiously. "Then... husband, has the new God Realm you mentioned been opened up?"

She had never heard of someone opening a divine realm. If her husband really could do this, he would be too powerful.

(End of this chapter)