Jin'ao Island.
Biyou Palace, secret chamber.
A male and female immortal disciple stood there with blank expressions, staring at the middle-aged man atop the steps. He wore a black-and-white yin-yang robe, his eyes bright and piercing as he looked straight ahead.
No, more precisely, they were looking at the tiny little figure standing beside the man in the dark robe.
The tiny figure blinked her large eyes prettily as she curiously looked around. She was so adorable that even cultivators could barely suppress the urge to pinch and stroke her little cheeks.
However, cultivators possessed extraordinary self-control. No matter how much they liked her, they restrained themselves.
Once they restrained their affection, confusion took its place. Why was there a child in their master's secret chamber?
Compared to the two of them, Qin Hong was even more horrified. He had merely stayed up late to watch The Qin Empire. After finally waiting for Lao Ai—the only person who might have had a chance to tell Qin Shi Huang, "Fuck your mother"—to die, he had transmigrated? What kind of bullshit was this?
His little eyes darted about as he looked at the respectful man and woman below the steps, then secretly glanced at the middle-aged man beside him. Their eyes met at once.
Unlike Qin Hong, the middle-aged man's gaze was filled with affection and kindness. Yet it made Qin Hong's ass clench, leaving him bitter inside.
He hurriedly looked away. He still had no idea where he was or what identity he had. Better observe things first!
With that thought, Qin Hong employed a combination of his past-life high school classroom technique and salesman technique—an utterly focused professional fake smile!
Already blessed with a lovely appearance, and now paired with an innocent little face and smile, he instantly melted the hearts of the other three people in the chamber.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man coughed lightly, and the two disciples reluctantly tore their gazes away from Qin Hong.
"Duobao, Jinling, I summoned you here today because there are important matters to tell you!"
His voice was deep and powerful, devoid of emotion, yet naturally imposing.
Qin Hong, who was acting as a prop on the platform and planned to continue doing so, felt his heart stir at the deep voice beside him. He was utterly shocked!
Duobao? Jinling? Why did those names sound so familiar?
His little face scrunched up as Qin Hong desperately tried to remember where he had heard those names, but he could not recall.
At that moment, the man and woman called Duobao and Jinling hurriedly bowed. "We respectfully await Master's instruction. What are your orders?"
"Duobao, Jinling, the first matter is that I calculated the Heavenly Secrets and discovered that a Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth will soon arrive. I must go to the Dao Ancestor to discuss countermeasures. You two are to restrain the disciples and ensure they do not cause trouble. Also, summon Wudang, Guiling, and the many disciples who are outside."
"Yes, this disciple obeys Master's command. May we ask what the second matter is...?"
The conversation between Duobao, Jinling, and Sect Master Tongtian continued, but Qin Hong no longer had the mind to listen.
At that moment, only a few words floated through Qin Hong's mind: This is a fucking dungeon with zero survival difficulty!
Duobao, Jinling, Wudang, Guiling! There were only four people who could be gathered together under those names and be connected.
The Interception Sect's four chief disciples under Sect Master Tongtian: Daoist Duobao, Saintess Jinling, Saintess Wudang, and Saintess Guiling!
They were outstanding among the second-generation disciples of the Daoist sects.
But anyone familiar with the Investiture of the Gods knew that these disciples met increasingly miserable fates. No, it would be more accurate to say that all the Interception Sect's disciples suffered terribly.
Before the Investiture of the Gods, ten thousand immortals flocked to the Interception Sect. Its momentum was the greatest, enough to surpass even the combined Three Sects of Daoism, Interpretation, and Buddhism. Yet after the Investiture of the Gods, most of its disciples declined and ended up on the Investiture of the Gods Scroll. Some were even exploited by Zhunti and Jieyin of the West, becoming mounts or something...
Qin Hong had only one thought in his mind now: quickly figure out who he was, figure out the current time, then sever his ties with the Interception Sect and survive.
With the bug-like advantage of knowing the future, even if he could not become a Saint, he should still have a chance to live, right? He could not possibly be buried alongside the Interception Sect, a great ship about to run aground!
Just as Qin Hong was lost in thought, the voices of Duobao and Jinling beside him jolted him back to his senses!
"M-Master, is this your son???"
Duobao and Jinling pointed at Qin Hong with faces full of shock. Their eyes were filled with disbelief, and their arms trembled slightly with excitement.
Duobao and Jinling were utterly dumbfounded. It was not as though they had never guessed Qin Hong's identity, but for him to be their master's son... wasn't that far too absurd?
"What? Sect Master Tongtian's son? What the fuck?" Qin Hong was even more dumbfounded and speechless than Duobao and Jinling!
He had just been talking about lying low, cutting ties, and living freely. Now he had directly become Sect Master Tongtian's son. Unless he died—body and soul completely destroyed—how could those people possibly let him go?
After all, the Investiture of the Gods was a trap jointly set for the Interception Sect and Sect Master Tongtian!
Thinking of how Sect Master Tongtian—his current cheap father—would one day be imprisoned for eternity and suffer a fate worse than death, while he himself would fare no better, Qin Hong could not help feeling sorrowful as he looked at Duobao and Jinling below.
Duobao was forced to become a bald monk, while Jinling was directly slain without even having the chance to enter the Investiture of the Gods Scroll. Qin Hong instantly burst into tears.
The days ahead would be so difficult!
The future was bleak, without the slightest glimmer of light.
In this situation, unless a system came to help him, there was simply no way to reverse the fates of the Interception Sect and his cheap father.
While Qin Hong worried over his future in a daze, Duobao and Jinling had already received Sect Master Tongtian's orders and left the secret chamber.
The moment Duobao and Jinling departed, Sect Master Tongtian's expression changed completely.
He bent down, scooped Qin Hong up, and planted a big kiss on his little face. The urgency of his movements, the fervor of his actions, and the depth of his affection yanked Qin Hong straight out of his thoughts.
When he came back to himself, Tongtian was looking at him with an indulgent expression. "Daddy's good son, you're so adorable. Your two uncles will definitely be happy when they see you. Haha, from today onward, my son, Tongtian's son, has been born!"
Qin Hong scoffed inwardly.
How embarrassing!
The two uncles naturally referred to the other two among the Three Pure Ones: Heavenly Lord of Morality and Heavenly Lord of Original Beginning.
By seniority, they were precisely his biological eldest uncle and second uncle.
However, when Qin Hong thought of what those two cheap uncles would later do to the Interception Sect and his father, he could not help rolling his eyes. You treated them as brothers and respected them, but they might not necessarily treat you as a younger brother to cherish. Looking at the entire Investiture of the Gods, wasn't it simply elder brothers fearing their younger brother and joining outsiders to bully him?
If they could treat their own younger brother like that, his cheap nephew status probably would not earn him any kindness either!
But the most urgent matter was getting his cheap father to put him down. He was holding him far too tightly—he could barely breathe!
"Um, F-Father, could you put me down? I can barely breathe."
Tongtian, who was immersed in the joy of having a son, hurriedly said, "You are my son, Tongtian's son. What does it matter if you do not breathe? Even if you neither eat nor drink, you'll be fine!"
Though he said that, Tongtian still hurriedly and carefully set Qin Hong down on the ground, his face full of concern and nervousness. "Son, I didn't hold you too tightly, did I?"
Looking into his cheap father's eyes, Qin Hong could not help thinking of his father from his previous life. He had been the same way, always afraid that Qin Hong would suffer. His heart stirred.
"I'm fine, Father. After all, this is your first time being a father, so there are bound to be things you aren't good at!"
"Hehe, right, my first time being a father. My son, Tongtian's son, is so sensible. Let them be jealous!"
Tongtian beamed with delight. "Son, Father will take you to meet your grandmaster and your two uncles right now. Your grandmaster has summoned us to Zixiao Palace."
Huh? Zixiao Palace? Hongjun's dojo, the greatest big shot on the surface during the Investiture of the Gods!
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