Strongest Immortal Emperor in City

So, Father picked up a pecker axe from the side and looked around. Very quickly, he chose a suitable place and started to cheer with all his might. He started to dig, and it looked like he was going to dig a cave.    

    

"Don't worry. Come, let's talk properly."    

    

Little Charcoal stood up and wanted to say something, but his mother pulled him and hugged him with a smile.    

    

It was not until the evening that a small cave was dug out. It was about ten square meters. If it was a bed, he could just pull a big flat rock on the surface and put some grass on it.    

    

Those who could not even fill their stomachs could not ask for too much. Tables and chairs were unnecessary things. However, at least there was a small stove and a small pot that could steam and cook food. There was also a jar that contained water, the most basic and practical furniture. There had to be. Oh, and a blanket that could cover three people. It was quite cold at night.    

    

If it was the door, he probably wouldn't be able to do it today. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any rash Demonic Beast that would barge in. Otherwise... it just so happened that he would be able to give some Spirit Stone to use. Humph humph.    

    

Overall, if he made a more decent one, he would be able to barely block the wind, rain, and night outside the cave. Such a place of residence was completely tens of millions of times better than the old shabby little house.    

    

But why was no one willing to live in this kind of place? The reason was very simple. Just now, they had mentioned that there were Demonic Beasts roaming around and that they would encounter them when they worked in the mining area. They might be able to escape, but if they were to fall asleep... If he was approached by the Demonic Beast, he would not even know what was going on.    

    

"How is it? It's alright."    

    

After digging, he brought the mother and daughter in, and his father proudly showed off his achievements.    

    

"So-so." His mother muttered in a low voice.    

    

On the other hand, Little Charcoal's expression was rather subtle. He was stunned for a moment. Only then did he reveal a reserved smile and nod his head, which made him very mindful. He did not know what was going on in that tiny little head of his. It was indeed not good for a child to be too mature. He knew everything and hid it in his heart. Was this the rebellious period that came ahead of time?    

    

Seeing this scene, the parents unexpectedly began to struggle.    

    

"Rest assured, the life in the family will improve very soon. I have also learned some forging skills from Cultivator. Although I still can't do anything, perhaps I can go to some blacksmith shop to help. It shouldn't be a problem to earn some money. "    

    

His father continued to speak with his head held high and chest puffed out. In the eyes of most of the poor and civilians in Flower Demon King City, blacksmith was a synonym for the rich, even if they could only create some crude weapons. At least they did not have to worry about starving, so even if they worked in the blacksmith shop, for most people, it was a rare and wonderful job.    

    

"It's best if we can find it."    

    

Mother smiled at her father and lowered her head to look at Little Charcoal, who was holding her hand. After that, she frowned.    

    

That little germaphobia was not because of disgust, but because Little Charcoal, who did not allow her to take care of him, was still as dirty as before.    

    

So...    

    

"Before that, there is one thing that I must do first."    

    

The mother of the family exuded a strong determination that no one could refute. Her gaze lingered on Little Charcoal. She was eager to give it a try and couldn't wait to do it.    

    

"Take a bath."    

    

When her mother gave the order, her father had a matter-of-fact expression on his face.    

    

Little Charcoal still had a blank expression on his face, but the surrounding scenery... He moved from the dark stone cave to the nearby river. Night fell and the cold wind blew the sparse grass on the surrounding grassland up and down. It made a wave like rustling sound, as if some kind of Demonic Beast could jump out of it at any time.    

    

Little Charcoal shivered. He looked at the surrounding scenery and lowered his head, revealing a look of fear.    

    

"Don't worry about washing up. Dad will stand guard by the side."    

    

His father held the pecking axe and waved it in all directions with great momentum. The sound of the air being torn apart gave people a sense of security. Unfortunately, Little Grey, who had been living at the foot of the mine, knew that... She had once seen with her own eyes how fragile the strength of an ordinary person was compared to the strength of a Demonic Beast. One of the strongest men was easily dragged away by the Demonic Beast.    

    

However, her father's comical actions and his foolish and bold appearance still made her want to laugh out loud. Just as the corner of her mouth was about to curl up, she remembered something in her heart and her expression dimmed.    

    

All of this happened under the cover of the excessively long bangs on her forehead. Her father and mother did not notice Little Grey's expression, and the two of them started to whisper to each other.    

    

"Look, this is the shampoo powder and the shampoo powder. I have already prepared them."    

    

At this moment, it was time to show that the mother of the family was meticulous. When her mother proudly took out these things, her father could not help but curl his lips.    

    

Cultivator usually protected his body with the Spiritual Qi, so his clothes and body would not be stained with any dust at all. Even if he had gone through an intense battle and couldn't care about his clothes, he could still use his power to create another one. This mother who carried all kinds of cleaning items with her was already a super neat freak.    

    

Then, the two of them began to experience the terrifying accumulation of time. This hair... It can't be that it hasn't been washed for a few years, right?    

    

Looking at the originally clean river, it had already turned black. Ye Chen was speechless. Perhaps the simplest way would be to cut off the long hair on his butt a little bit and then wash it.    

    

Of course, this extremely straight idea was rejected by his' mother '. Because of her mysophobia, it ignited the flame of struggle in Red Lotus's heart, and she washed it even harder.    

    

Although it would be a bit unfair to Little Charcoal to say this, today, she had polluted a small river by herself.    

    

After more than an hour, Little Charcoal finally looked brand new.    

    

After washing its hair, which was as dirty and greasy as Charcoal, it finally revealed its original color. In the night sky, the silver threads were dancing and dispersing along with the breeze.    

    

The silver hair was not very dazzling silver. It was more like mercury, and the color was somewhat dull silver.    

    

However, this silver hair seemed to be too dry. It was as dry as dry grass. It was also because of long-term malnutrition and mineral erosion that caused the hair to be damaged. If it was because of half a barrel of shampoo, it would be able to restore light and smoothness. Ye Chen really had to ask around and see if this magical shampoo was some kind of divine medicine.    

    

His body had also been washed clean, even though it was still emitting a faint smell of coal. Compared to an hour ago, he could smell a subtle scent from far away. That was much better. It was the small charcoal from before. Most of the people passing by her had to pinch their noses.