Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 794

Chapter 794: Chapter 797 Regaining Momentum

The Ancestor of Blood Refinement went to read, leaving Peony bored.

Lady Song looked at Peony and smiled. "Come, let’s have some flower tea. The flower is a new species I cultivated. Tea brewed from it fully replenishes one’s vital energy, making one feel a hundred times more vigorous."

"Of course," Peony agreed, her curiosity piqued.

"Follow me." Lady Song took Peony’s hand and led her away.

"Please wait, my lady! I haven’t tasted your newly cultivated flower yet."

Song Shuiping was hesitant to spend too much time with Lady Song, fearing she would ask for something he couldn’t provide. However, the new flower species piqued his interest, so he hurriedly followed them.

Meanwhile, the Ancestor of Blood Refinement—Wu Tian—continued to read.

There was a vast collection of books, most of which were summaries describing which master had cultivated a particular flower, tree, or animal in a certain year, and what unique characteristics it possessed. For an ordinary person, reading through them would take at least a month, but Wu Tian simply scanned the pages, absorbing and remembering everything with perfect clarity.

Based on Song Shuiping’s tone, I thought I’d genuinely underestimated Cultivators. But after reading these books, I see I didn’t underestimate them at all. I possess the Ten Great Spirit Roots. With any single one of them, I could easily be hailed as the number one Cultivator in the world.

The Ten Great Spirit Roots, also known as the Ten Innate Spirit Roots, were species from the Mythical World. The most famous among them were the Pan Peach and the Ginsengfruit. The more common ones included the Green Lotus Seed and the Yellow Middle Plum. It could be said that all ten were extraordinary.

The weakest among them is the Immortal Apricot. Speaking of the Immortal Apricot, I can’t help but think of another person: Lei Zhenzi. He had a face as blue as indigo and hair like cinnabar. His eyes blazed, and his teeth jutted from his mouth. Standing two zhang tall, he possessed immense martial strength, with a pair of "wind" and "thunder" wings sprouting from his ribs. Wielding a gold staff, he was the hundredth son of King Wen of Zhou, Ji Chang, and a disciple of Cloud Child from the Chan Teachings. His combat record was ordinary, but he excelled at aerial combat and sieges. He was a prince of the Zhou Dynasty, a filial son, and blessed with deep fortune.

It must be said, however, that he wasn’t always so hideous. Raised by Cloud Child, he was once a handsome Taoist acolyte. His transformation was the result of eating an Immortal Apricot. He sprouted a pair of fleshy wings on his back and developed a monstrous appearance—so ugly and bizarrely frightening that even his own father, King Wen, was terrified upon first seeing him. The Immortal Apricot has the power to physically transform a person. Of course, all I have of the Immortal Apricot are the seeds.

Mass-produce Lei Zhenzis? That’s a matter for the future.

Wu Tian flipped his palm, revealing a Ginsengfruit. Seeds for the Ginsengfruit were also in the Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House. This particular fruit, however, was one Wu Tian had obtained in the Underground World beneath Earth City.

It’s not that I’m a braggart. You’re just a frog in a well.

With a smile, Wu Tian left the tree hollow and strode confidently outside.

「In the pavilion」

"This flower tea is really delicious," Peony praised.

Song Shuiping was also drinking the tea. Hearing his wife’s question, he thought to himself that the Ancestor of Blood Refinement, despite his black hair, must have an old, weathered face beneath that bronze mask. He’s just an old monster pretending to be young.

"It seems the Ancestor of Blood Refinement is a young prodigy," Lady Song praised. A man like that is exactly what young girls adore. But alas, I am already a married woman.

Those books describe seeds that can grow into such miraculous fruit trees. Once the Ancestor of Blood Refinement reads about them, I guarantee he’ll see how foolish his own words were. His ambition to become the world’s number one Cultivator will seem utterly idiotic. Of this, Song Shuiping was absolutely certain.

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