Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1429: 770: Do You Know, the Red Dragon Son Is My Child

The hall was buzzing with chaos right now.

Liu Dushi's statement had thrown everything into turmoil, like a rock dropping into calm waters and creating endless ripples; the Zhao Family could no longer hold back their fury, and they fired back at him with fierce shouts.

For a moment, the room rang with booming voices, filled with endless yells of rebuke and furious oaths.

“Hmph!”

A sharp huff exploded suddenly, resembling thunder crashing in a drought-stricken sky, and it quelled every bit of racket in the hall at once.

In a flash, the Zhao Family members froze as if their pressure points were sealed, all going quiet together.

Liu Dushi lightly tapped his fingers and drawled out lazily, “You're all fired up, which means I've struck a raw nerve—why else would you get so worked up.”

Zhao Xiandu's face grew deadly grave, and he declared loudly, “Taoist Liu, what you're saying is completely outrageous. You're making wild claims against my Zhao Family out of nowhere—how could we not push back against that. Even though our clan is tucked away in a distant spot with little sway, we won't stand for such empty attacks.

Liu Dushi, take back your statement right away. If not… hehe!”

“If not, then what? Mr. Liu just can't wrap his head around it. Are you planning to pull out arms and trap us here? Where does that boldness come from? From your ancestor who's already lost his strength? Resorting to violence when talk fails—you're really bold!” Shockingly, Liu Dushi didn't flinch at all, but rather fired off a barrage of piercing questions with bold defiance.

The Zhao Family, watching this man twist the truth, felt deeply wronged and nearly exploded with rage.

Zhao Xiandu's cheeks flushed crimson in anger, yet he couldn't lash out. Because of his hasty slip-up, he'd boxed himself into a corner where he had no comeback.

“Liu Dushi, I got carried away with my words before. That wasn't what I meant. Please overlook it generously and not hold it against me. Soon, my clan will offer a fine gift as our way of saying sorry.”

Thinking of the larger concerns, Zhao Xiandu had to swallow his pride and seek truce on his own.

“What, attempting to buy me off? That's laughable! Mr. Liu has always stood firm and honest. To think some trinkets could sway me into wrongdoing—you're out of your mind!” Liu Dushi proclaimed with staunch integrity.

He cut off any chance for Zhao Xiandu to respond, stating straight: “I'll repeat this once more. Giving face to Elder Xianglong, I'll give you an hour.

Once that hour's up, we'll head out right away. But if there's a next time, it won't be just our small group coming for the person—it'll be the All Heaven Twelve Fiend Gods.

I've laid it out clear; whether you turn him over or hold on, that's your call!”

With that, Liu Dushi shut his eyes, acting as if he were napping casually.

One had to say, his cutting remarks really landed hard.

For a bit, the Zhao Family fell into disorder, with endless Divine Thoughts colliding without a sound, even whipping up a storm of Divine Thoughts in the air from the heated clashes.

To surrender the person or shield him—this choice tied straight to the clan's very survival!

In the Zhao Family, the Red Dragon Son had always stood out as the most unique, all because he was the last blood descendant of the Ancestor.

If the Ancestor had truly perished, it would simplify matters. But should the Ancestor still live, and come back to discover the Red Dragon Son gone… the fallout would be beyond imagining!

Time ticked away slowly, and the Zhao Family had split into two big factions, each failing to sway the other.

Still, faced with the harsh pressure, the side pushing to hand him over started to pull ahead.

After all, the Ancestor had vanished for centuries, his fate a total mystery.

Right now, safeguarding the family's future mattered most; no matter how vital the Red Dragon Son was, he couldn't outweigh the worth of the entire clan's millions of souls!

It was this focus on the “big picture” that tipped the scales toward those who wanted to give him up.

Just when opinions were starting to align and the hour was almost done, a lean, towering form materialized from nowhere right in the hall's midst.

Liu Dushi picked up on something off, snapping his eyes open to spot the “unexpected visitor” immediately.

“Ah?!”

At that instant, a cry from someone broke the ongoing argument among the group.

Right away, a few Zhao Family elders went rigid in shock, blurting out without thinking, “Ancestor?!”

“It's really the Ancestor!”

“Hahaha, the Ancestor is back at last!”

Catching sight of the Ancestor, absent for hundreds of years, popping up so suddenly, every person there burst with joy.

The quick thinkers, like Zhao Xiandu, jumped up to offer a deep bow, calling out, “This junior Xiandu greets the Ancestor's return!”

His cue sparked the rest, who stood promptly to give proper salutes.

Suddenly, the whole hall brimmed with people on their knees.

“Rise, all of you!” Zhao Sheng gave a gentle smile and a kind nod.

The Zhao Family folks stood, then parted to the sides to let the Ancestor take his seat.

With that, Zhao Sheng drifted upward and settled onto the top Jade Chair, easing into place with poise.

Only then did Liu Dushi jolt awake like from a daze, scrambling from his seat to bow to Zhao Sheng, “Taiyi Spirit Palace fifth-generation disciple Liu Tonghe, offers respects to Senior Zhao. Junior extends congratulations to Senior on returning to Taiyi Heaven.”

Zhao Sheng nodded with a touch of chill, then abruptly declared: “Do you know, Red Dragon Son is my son?”

Hearing that, Liu Tonghe felt his stomach drop, sweat beading on his brow as he rushed to clarify: “Senior might not realize, but Red Dragon Son has turned into a Fallen Demon. By the Immortal Venerable’s order, we Qintian Guard have to bring him in for judgment. This can't be undone—please don't put us in a tough spot.”

With a sharp smack, Liu Tonghe flew back from the blow, slamming into the hall's wall before tumbling down.

Thud!

Liu Tonghe hauled himself up from the floor, coughing up a gush of bloody liquid that included scores of knocked-out teeth.

Next, his face ballooned and twisted right before their eyes, swelling into a bloated pig's mug in no time.

“You… you woo woo… have to let us take him… breaking heavenly laws…” Liu Tonghe glared at Zhao Sheng with burning eyes, mumbling through his mangled mouth.

Even if his words came out garbled, everyone grasped what he meant.

The squad of red-garbed Qintian Guards watched their chief get thrashed, stirring them up a bit, but no one moved a muscle.

To challenge a Half-Immortal of the Void head-on? That'd be like courting death boldly, as if they'd outlived their welcome!

After the strike, Zhao Sheng growled: Hmph, I'll handle my own son's punishment—no outsiders get a say. I struck you today as a warning. If you're not happy about it, have your boss show up in person.”

“Senior's message, Mr. Liu will pass it along word for word to the higher-ups… we're going!”

Liu Tonghe forced himself to stay calm, tossing out a couple of formal lines before spinning on his heel and striding swiftly from the hall.

The red-clad Qintian Guards followed suit, slinking out in silence.

Watching the Qintian Guard scatter in defeat, Zhao Xiandu fretted deeply and glanced at Zhao Sheng, saying cautiously: “Ancestor, those Qintian Guards are from Taiyi Spirit Palace—they're known for being overbearing and wild. We've crossed them today, and I'm afraid it'll bring big trouble.”

“Don't worry about it; since I made the move, I've got my reasons.” Zhao Sheng brushed it off with a wave, then added: “Everyone, go your ways—I'll go check on Hong’er first.”

Fresh from his return, Zhao Sheng's Divine Thought had already swept over the whole Zhao’s Station, so he knew exactly where Zhao Hong (Red Dragon Son) was confined.

At this, Zhao Xiandu quickly offered: “Ancestor, Red Dragon Son is locked in the Bitter Prison for self-examination right now. Let this junior guide you there.”

“No thanks, I'll handle it solo.”

The moment he finished speaking, the Ancestor's form vanished from sight for everyone.