Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1369: 737: Birth of the Dragon Son and the Kunyuan Meeting

Zhao San Yue spoke up at that moment, saying, “Ancestor Xi should be the one to decide this matter! We cannot act on our own authority.”

This young woman had reached the Divinity Transformation stage in a mere sixty years. Her cultivation had advanced with startling speed, and she had already reached the Fourth Stage of Divinity Transformation, exceeding all expectations.

Among the seven other Divinity Transformation Ancestors, Zhao San Yue was now viewed as the family’s beacon of hope. She was considered the most likely candidate to endure the Returning to Void Thunder Tribulation and emerge as the clan's third Half-Immortal of the Void.

Consequently, her words carried great weight, and Zhao Qingfeng and the others had begun to treat her as the second-highest authority, trailing only Ancestor Zhongping.

Zhao Zhongping nodded in agreement and declared firmly, “San Yue is correct! We will report this to Ancestor Xi once the Qilin’er is born. The final decision on whether to attend rests entirely with Ancestor Xi!”

Before long, a peculiar scent drifted from the rear hall, accompanied by flashes of crimson light. Simultaneously, a bolt of dry thunder erupted outside the hall while a massive surge of worldly spiritual energy rushed in. This energy condensed into spirit clouds that flowed incessantly toward the back of the palace.

The rear hall was soon enveloped in thick banks of mist and cloud, a sight that left everyone present lost in their own reflections.

Shortly after, a thunderous cry rang out from the back, so powerful that it rattled the palace tiles and caused the metal lamps and hooks to vibrate. As the infant wailed, a beam of red light shot toward the heavens, revealing the faint silhouette of a massive Dragon Shadow. The strange fragrance transformed into Purple Gold Lotus blossoms that danced through the mist before eventually fading away.

Inside the rear hall, Zhao Sheng stood with a furrowed brow, watching the "Little Budian" as he crawled erratically across the floor, lost in deep thought.

The child had been born amidst various omens. Not only was he moving about immediately after birth, but his features were also striking, with eyes like the sun and moon and a voice like a thunderclap. It was obvious to anyone that he was destined for greatness. However, Zhao Sheng was most startled by the two soft, white fleshy protrusions on the boy's forehead, which unmistakably resembled Dragon Horns. This was no mere metaphor; it was a physical reality.

Kang Min, looking exhausted and pale, struggled to sit up. She watched her son crawling on the ground with eyes full of distress and confusion. Unaware of the truth, she feared her own mixed bloodline had produced a monster.

“Husband…” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at him piteously.

Snapping out of his trance, Zhao Sheng turned to her with a comforting smile. “Do not trouble yourself with such thoughts! Hong’er is my true son, and no one shall say otherwise.”

“Giving birth to Hong’er has severely drained your Primordial Qi and vitality. You must rest for several years to recover. Leave the child’s care to me; you have nothing to worry about!”

“But…” Kang Min began, still feeling uneasy.

“There is no need for further words. Simply rest!” Zhao Sheng interrupted gently, easing her back onto the bed and tucking the covers around her.

He then turned back to “Little Budian,” lifting him from the floor and carrying him out toward the front hall.

Standing before the gathered crowd, Zhao Sheng held the struggling child high above his head and announced, “This child is my direct bloodline, born under heavenly omens—a true gift to the Zhao Family! I name him Hong, taken from ‘Hongfu Qitian,’ and his nickname shall be Red Dragon Son. Are there any objections?”

Zhao Zhongping was the first to respond: “None at all! That the Ancestor has sired a Dragon Son is a magnificent blessing for our Sect. We must organize a grand festival to celebrate!”

“A celebration is unnecessary,” Zhao Sheng replied. “Regarding the Huang Family’s invitation to the Kunyuan Meeting—inform them that I shall attend as requested.”

Two titanic forces rule the Yellow Wind Immortal City: the Huang Family of Five Emperor Mountain and the Feng Bo Clan of Misty Wind. The city’s name itself honors the heritage of these two ancient clans. The Kunyuan Meeting is ostensibly a gathering hosted by the Huang Family, where Ancestors from across the Immortal City are invited to taste rare spiritual fruits.

The Five Emperor Mountain is home to the Kunyuan Immortal Fruit Tree. This legendary tree takes eight hundred years to flower, another eight hundred to fruit, and a final eight hundred years for the crop to ripen. These Kunyuan Fruits are the most coveted treasures of the Ten Thousand Peak Spirit Domain, capable of extending a life by a millennium and purifying both the Divine Soul and Mana.

Whenever the fruit matures, the Huang Family invites various Daoists to their mountain. In years past, the Divine Artisan Zhao Clan would have been ignored, but the situation had shifted. The rapid growth of the Zhao Family had unsettled established powers like the Huang Family, who now sought ways to restrain the rising Sect’s influence.