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

At that moment, Zhao San Yue spoke up: "Ancestor Xi must be the one to decide this matter! We cannot take action on our own."

This young woman had reached the Divinity Transformation stage in a mere sixty years. Her cultivation had advanced with staggering speed, having already attained the Divinity Transformation Fourth Stage, far exceeding anyone's expectations.

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

Consequently, no one dared to ignore Zhao San Yue’s counsel. Zhao Qingfeng and the others had begun to treat her as the second most influential figure in the family, subordinate only to Ancestor Zhongping.

Hearing her words, Zhao Zhongping nodded and declared firmly, "San Yue is correct! Once the Qilin’er is born, we shall present this situation to Ancestor Xi. Whether we attend or not depends entirely on Ancestor Xi’s decree!"

Shortly after, a mysterious fragrance drifted from the rear hall, accompanied by flashes of crimson light radiating from within.

Simultaneously, a bolt of dry thunder crashed outside the hall. A massive surge of natural spiritual energy rushed in, condensing into spirit clouds that flowed incessantly toward the rear chambers.

The back of the palace was soon enveloped in thick mist and clouds, a sight that left everyone in awe, each person harboring their own private thoughts.

Before long, a thunderous cry erupted from the rear hall. The sound was so powerful that it rattled the palace tiles and caused the metal lamps and hooks to vibrate with a low hum.

As the infant wailed, a beam of red light shot toward the heavens, faintly revealing the silhouette of a massive Dragon Shadow. The strange scent in the air shifted into the form of Purple Gold Lotus blossoms, which drifted through the mist for a long time before finally fading away.

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

The "Little Budian" had entered the world amidst various omens. Not only did he begin crawling the moment he was born, but his features were also strikingly distinct—his eyes shone like the sun and moon, and his voice carried the weight of thunder. It was obvious to any observer that this child was destined for a legendary path.

What truly stunned Zhao Sheng, however, was the presence of 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 struggled to sit up in bed, her face drained of color as she watched her son move about the floor. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of dread and maternal sorrow.

Still unaware of the truth, she feared that her own mixed bloodline had caused her "son" to be born as a freakish creature.

"Husband..." Kang Min whispered, her eyes brimming with tears, appearing utterly heartbroken.

Zhao Sheng snapped out of his thoughts and turned to her with a reassuring smile. "Do not let your mind wander! Hong’er is my true son, and his lineage is beyond question!"

"You have just given birth, and your body and Primordial Qi are severely exhausted. You must rest for several years. Leave Hong’er’s upbringing to me; you have nothing to fear!"

"But..." Kang Min remained uneasy, her lips trembling as she tried to argue.

"There is no need for further discussion. Simply focus on your recovery!"

Zhao Sheng gently cut her off, easing her back onto the pillows and carefully tucking the blankets around her.

He then turned back to "Little Budian," reaching down to lift him from the floor before carrying him out toward the front hall.

Upon entering the main hall, Zhao Sheng held "Little Budian" high in the air, ignoring the infant’s fierce struggling. He announced to the gathered crowd: "This child is my direct blood descendant, born under auspicious signs—a true gift from the heavens to the Zhao Family! Today, I name him ‘Hong’ from the phrase ‘Hongfu Qitian,’ and he shall be known by the nickname Red Dragon Son. Does anyone object?"

Zhao Zhongping was the first to respond: "We have no objections! The birth of a Dragon Son to Ancestor Xi is a monumental blessing for our clan. We must organize a magnificent celebration!"

"There is no need for a party! Didn't the Huang Family send an invitation for the Kunyuan Meeting? Inform them that I shall attend when the time comes."

Within the Yellow Wind Immortal City, two powers reigned supreme: the Huang Family of Five Emperor Mountain and the Feng Bo Clan of Misty Wind.

The city's very name, Wanhuang Feng, was derived from these two surnames, a testament to the deep-rooted legacies of these two ancient clans.

The "Kunyuan Meeting" was officially a gathering where the Huang Family invited various Ancestors from across the Immortal City to enjoy rare fruits.

The Five Emperor Mountain was home to the Kunyuan Immortal Fruit Tree. This legendary tree took eight hundred years to flower, another eight hundred to bear fruit, and a final eight hundred years for the harvest to ripen—hence its name, the Kunyuan Fruit.

This fruit was renowned as the premier Immortal Fruit of the Ten Thousand Peak Spirit Domain, capable of adding a thousand years to one's lifespan while also cleansing the Mana and Divine Soul.

Whenever the Kunyuan Fruit reached maturity, the Huang Family would extend invitations to fellow Daoists to visit Five Emperor Mountain for a tasting.

In years past, the Divine Artisan Zhao Clan would never have received such an honor, but the tides had turned.

The rapid growth of the Zhao Family had already sparked the resentment of established powers like the Huang Family, who were now eager to find ways to restrain the Zhao Family's rising status.