Time flew like a shuttle, and ten years quickly passed.
On Silver Serpent Island, in a spacious Bluestone Plaza, the Wang Family laid out a grand feast.
Today was Wang Tianfu's hundredth birthday, as well as the full-month celebration for his nineteenth son. He had widely invited guests and laid out a grand feast, naturally in order to collect more wealth and gifts.
He did not have much lifespan left. Before he sat in meditation and passed away, he wanted to enjoy himself to the fullest.
"Fellow Daoists, seniors, thank you for traveling thousands of miles to attend this old man's hundredth birthday. I toast this cup to everyone."
Wang Tianfu raised his wine cup and drained it in one gulp.
"Daoist Wang, you're too polite. This is what we should do."
"Exactly. Daoist Wang, you're treating us like outsiders."
Listening to the flattering words of the other cultivators, Wang Tianfu's face revealed a smug look.
He had Five Spiritual Roots, but he lived even more comfortably than a foundation establishment cultivator, with wives and concubines in droves and five generations under one roof. In this life, he had not lived in vain.
Suddenly, a violent wind blew up. The originally clear sky was abruptly covered in Dark Clouds, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.
"This is a Core Formation Tribulation! The Wang Family is about to gain another Core Formation Cultivator."
The guests present all revealed envious expressions. The smile on his face deepened, and Wang Tianfu said proudly, "Haha, everyone, don't take offense. What does Core Formation amount to? It wouldn't be strange for our family to produce a Nascent Soul Cultivator either."
As soon as these words fell, wild winds rose on all sides, and five-colored spiritual light abruptly appeared in the void, incomparably gorgeous, like