"The Azure Empire is about to strike. In these next few days, you should prepare more flowers and fruits. They can be used as rations and medicine for the soldiers," the Ancestor of Blood Refinement instructed before leaving the Cultivators’ Guild.
"Don’t worry, President," Song Shuiping and Mrs. Song nodded repeatedly.
"If you do this well, I will help you with your problem of insufficient yang energy."
At the Ancestor of Blood Refinement’s words, Song Shuiping was greatly moved and nodded his thanks. He had been impotent for years, a devastating issue for any man.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Song blushed and lowered her head.
"Thank you, President, thank you so much," Song Shuiping said, his voice thick with gratitude.
The Ancestor of Blood Refinement waved his hand, indicating it was a small matter.
"I’m leaving now," he said, bidding farewell to Song Shuiping and Mrs. Song.
The Ancestor of Blood Refinement then left with Peony.
Only after the Ancestor of Blood Refinement’s figure had completely vanished from sight did Song Shuiping and Mrs. Song go inside.
Previously, they had thought that, given his exceptional talents, the Ancestor of Blood Refinement could surely become an excellent Cultivator in his lifetime. But after seeing the Ginsengfruit seeds, the Pan Peach seeds, and the Yellow Central Plum seeds, they realized they were wrong.
How could such a person merely become an excellent Cultivator in the future? He is destined to soar like a dragon, becoming the number one Cultivator, revered by all Cultivators in the world.
The Ancestor of Blood Refinement told Peony to return to the Blood Refiners Guild ahead of him. He, meanwhile, slipped into an alley, removed his robe and mask, and once again became Wu Tian.
As night fell, he headed toward the Royal Palace, wanting to see his wife and child.
Upon arriving at the Royal Palace’s back garden, he found only the little one cultivating while Qin Yuhan watched from the side. The others were nowhere to be found.
Wu Tian walked over and asked, "Where are Dao Feng and the others?" Surely they aren’t slacking off? But Dao Feng and the others aren’t that kind of people.
"If you want to know where they are, give me a kiss." The little one ran up, arms outstretched, wanting a hug and a kiss.
"My little darling." Wu Tian chuckled, lifted her, and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Little darling, tell me, where are Dao Feng and the others?"
"Dad, are you happy after kissing my cheek?" the little one suddenly asked.
"..."
Wu Tian frowned slightly. What is she up to? It seems even a kiss has an ulterior motive. As I thought, my daughter couldn’t possibly be this adorable!
"I’m happy," Wu Tian replied after a moment’s thought.
If he said he wasn’t happy, the little one would surely have something to say. ’What? You’re not happy kissing my cheek, Dad? Is there something wrong with my face?’ She might get upset and stir up some trouble that he would be helpless to deal with.
Wu Tian had known she was behind the rockery all along. He’d only pretended not to notice because he wanted to find out what they were up to.
It would start as the Heavenless Gate, then become the Wutian Dynasty, the Wutian Kingdom, the Wutian Divine Dynasty, the Wutian Divine Country, and finally, the Heavenless Immortal Domain.
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