Transmigrated to the Great Desolation, I Have a Sage Father?

Jin'ao Island.

Biyou Palace, private chamber.

A male and female immortal disciple stared blankly at the middle-aged man standing on the steps. He wore a black and white dual-colored Bagua robe, his eyes sharp and focused straight ahead.

No, to be more precise, they were looking at the small figure standing beside the man in the black robe.

The small figure blinked its large, curious eyes, taking in its surroundings. It was so adorable that even cultivators, despite their extraordinary mental fortitude, couldn't help but want to pinch its little cheeks.

However, cultivators possessed exceptional self-control. Even with their affection, they managed to restrain themselves.

After suppressing their fondness, confusion set in. Why would their master have a young child in this private chamber?

Compared to the two disciples, Qin Hong was utterly bewildered. He had stayed up late binge-watching "The Qin Dynasty," finally seeing the end of Lao Ai, the only character who had a chance to say "I'll f*** your ancestors" to Qin Shi Huang. Then, he transmigrated? What kind of nonsense was this!

His small eyes darted around. He glanced at the male and female disciples below, who were respectfully bowing, then sneakily peeked at the middle-aged man beside him. Their eyes met.

Unlike Qin Hong, the middle-aged man's gaze was filled with affection and kindness. Yet, it made Qin Hong's backside clench, and his heart filled with bitterness.

He quickly averted his gaze. He didn't know where he was or who he was. He'd just observe for now!

With that thought, Qin Hong adopted a hybrid strategy from his previous life: the focused concentration of a high school student in class combined with the professional fake smile of a salesperson.

Already possessing a naturally charming and delicate appearance, coupled with an innocent, harmless little face and a smile, the other three people in the chamber were instantly captivated.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man let out a soft cough. The two disciples reluctantly tore their gazes away from Qin Hong.

"Duobao, Jinling, I've summoned you both here today because I have something important to tell you!"

His voice was deep and resonant, devoid of emotion, yet it carried an inherent authority that commanded respect.

Qin Hong, who had been posing as a motionless 'stick figure' and intended to remain so, felt a jolt of shock upon hearing the deep voice beside him.

Duobao? Jinling? Why did these names sound so familiar?

His small face contorted in confusion as Qin Hong racked his brain, trying to recall where he had encountered these names, but he couldn't.

At this moment, the man and woman below, addressed as Duobao and Jinling, quickly bowed. "We humbly obey our master's teachings. May we know your command?"

"Duobao, Jinling, the first matter is that I have divined the heavenly secrets. I foresee a Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth approaching soon. I must go to the Dao Ancestor to discuss countermeasures. You two must restrain the disciples and avoid causing trouble. Also, recall Wudang and Guiling, who are currently away, along with all other disciples."

"Yes, your disciples obey your command. May we know the second matter..."

Duobao, Jinling, and Sect Master Tongtian's conversation continued, but Qin Hong had lost interest.

Qin Hong's mind was now filled with a single thought: "This is a dungeon with zero survival difficulty!"

Duobao, Jinling, Wudang, Guiling! The only ones who could be mentioned together with such significance were those four.

The four chief disciples of the Sect of Interception under Sect Master Tongtian: Daoist Duobao, Saintess Jinling, Saintess Wudang, and Saintess Guiling!

The cream of the crop among the second generation of disciples in the Daoist sect.

However, anyone familiar with the Investiture of the Gods knew that these disciples met tragic ends, one after another. In fact, it could be said that all the disciples of the Sect of Interception suffered greatly.

Before the Investiture of the Gods, the Sect of Interception boasted ten thousand immortals, its influence unparalleled, surpassing even the combined might of the Daoist, Chan, and Buddhist sects. But after the Investiture of the Gods, most of the Sect of Interception's disciples declined, their names inscribed on the Investiture of the Gods Scroll. Some were even exploited by Zhunti and Jieyin from the West, becoming their mounts...

Qin Hong's sole thought now was to quickly figure out who he was, what time it was, and then distance himself from the Sect of Interception to survive.

With his foreknowledge as a cheat, even if he couldn't become a Saint, he would at least have a chance to live, right? He couldn't possibly sink with the Sect of Interception, a ship about to crash onto the rocks!

As Qin Hong was lost in thought, he was jolted back to reality by the voices of Duobao and Jinling beside him!

"Mas... Master, is this your son???"

Duobao and Jinling pointed at Qin Hong with expressions of shock, their eyes wide with disbelief, their arms trembling with excitement.

Duobao and Jinling were utterly confused. They had speculated about Qin Hong's identity, but the idea that he was their master's son was simply too absurd!

"What? Sect Master Tongtian's son? What the hell?" Qin Hong was even more bewildered and speechless than Duobao and Jinling.

He had been thinking about developing, distancing himself, and living a carefree life. Now, he had become Sect Master Tongtian's son. Unless he died a complete, soul-annihilating death, how could those people let him go?

After all, the Investiture of the Gods was a scheme orchestrated to trap the Sect of Interception and Sect Master Tongtian!

Thinking of Sect Master Tongtian, who was now his nominal father, ending up imprisoned for life, living a fate worse than death, and knowing he wouldn't fare much better, Qin Hong couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as he looked at Duobao and Jinling below.

Duobao was forced to become a bald monk, and Jinling was directly annihilated, not even having the chance to be inscribed on the Investiture of the Gods Scroll. Qin Hong instantly burst into tears.

The future looked so difficult!

His path ahead was dim, devoid of any light.

In the current situation, unless a system intervened, the fate of the Sect of Interception's members and his own father was beyond reversal.

As Qin Hong worried about his future, lost in a daze, Duobao and Jinling had already received Sect Master Tongtian's orders and left the private chamber.

Seeing Duobao and Jinling depart, Sect Master Tongtian's expression instantly changed.

He bent down and scooped Qin Hong into his arms, planting a kiss on his little face. The speed and tenderness of the action, the depth of his affection, pulled Qin Hong directly out of his reverie.

Regaining his senses, he saw Tongtian gazing at him dotingly. "My dear son, you're so cute. Your two uncles will be overjoyed to see you, haha. From today onwards, Tongtian's son has arrived!"

Qin Hong scoffed at this.

He felt a flush of shame.

The two uncles naturally referred to the other two of the Three Pure Ones: the Heavenly Lord of Morality and the Heavenly Lord of Original Beginning.

By seniority, they were his own paternal uncle and second uncle.

However, thinking about how these two convenient uncles would treat his Sect of Interception and his father in the future, Qin Hong couldn't help but roll his eyes. He treated them as elder brothers with respect, but they might not necessarily treat him as a beloved younger brother. Looking at the entire Investiture of the Gods, wasn't it just his elder brother being wary of his younger brother and colluding with outsiders to bully him?

If his own brother was like this, then he, the convenient nephew, probably wouldn't get any good treatment either!

But the most urgent matter was to get his convenient father to put him down. He was holding him too tightly, he could barely breathe!

"Uh, Father... Father, could you please put me down? I can barely breathe."

Sect Master Tongtian, who was immersed in the joy of his descendant, immediately said upon hearing Qin Hong's words, "You are my son, Tongtian's son. What's wrong with not breathing? It's fine even if you don't eat or drink!"

Despite his words, Tongtian quickly and carefully placed Qin Hong on the ground, his face full of concern and nervousness. "My son, did I hurt you with my embrace?"

Looking at his convenient father's eyes, Qin Hong couldn't help but think of his father in his past life, who was also like this, always afraid of him suffering. A wave of emotion washed over him.

"I'm fine, Father. After all, it's your first time being a father, so there must be some shortcomings!"

"Heh heh, that's right, my first time being a father. My son, Tongtian's son, is sensible. Let them envy us!"

Joyfully, Tongtian beamed. "My son, Father will take you to meet your Grand-Master and your two uncles now. Coincidentally, your Grand-Master has summoned us to Zixiao Palace shortly."

Huh? Zixiao Palace? The foremost figure in the Investiture of the Gods, Hongjun's dojo!