Immortal Emperor Parents, Jun Wudi, Bing Wanrou, Am I Your Biological Son, Hey?

Mystic Realm Era, Primal Year, April 15th, morning.

Heavenly Dao Sacred Land.

Pilgrimage City.

Inside a simple, modest courtyard.

Jun Wangyou's family of three was eating their final meal before parting ways.

Swallowing the last mouthful of rice, Jun Wangyou reluctantly set down his chopsticks.

With his packed bag already on his back, Jun Wangyou looked at his parents with deep attachment.

"Father, Mother, I do not know how many years it will be before I return. Please, take good care of yourselves."

"Once I have achieved success in my cultivation, I will certainly return to bring you both up the mountain in grand fashion."

Jun Wangyou's tone was filled with lingering affection; once he left, it would be at least several years before he could return.

In his past life, he was an orphan. Reborn into this life, he had finally experienced the love of a mother and father, and felt the warmth of a family.

That was why he cherished the time spent with his family so dearly.

However, this sentimental scene of a family parting ways was shattered into pieces the moment Jun Wangyou's father, Jun Wudi, spoke up.

Jun Wudi's burly frame stood up.

He took a deep breath, as if liberated, glared at Jun Wangyou with his tiger-like eyes, and urged him away as if shooing a pest:

"Dilly-dallying and blathering like a woman—hurry up and go! If you're any later, the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land will have already closed its gates."

Jun Wudi's appearance was full of the charm of a middle-aged man.

In Jun Wangyou's past life, he would have been a total heartthrob for young women.

Eighteen years had passed, yet it seemed time had not left a single mark on his face.

Because he possessed the wisdom of his past life, Jun Wangyou remembered clearly that his old man had looked exactly like this eighteen years ago.

"Cough, cough." Jun Wangyou was choked up by his father's words and replied speechlessly:

"Dad, the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land won't open its gates to accept disciples for another hour. If I leave now, I'll arrive in half an hour at most."

"Uh, is that so?" Jun Wudi paused for a moment, then grew angry from embarrassment:

"You brat, you dare talk back to me? I told you to go, so go! Why so much nonsense?"

As he spoke, Jun Wudi walked over to Jun Wangyou, grabbed him, and dragged him toward the door.

He looked so eager that it seemed he wished he could just throw Jun Wangyou directly to the gates of the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land.

Soon, Jun Wangyou was dragged outside.

Standing at the threshold, Jun Wangyou had black lines running down his forehead. He wanted to go back inside, but the doorway was blocked tight by Jun Wudi's bear-like, burly frame.

Looking at this scene, Jun Wangyou once again suspected that he had been picked up off the street.

That's right, he had suspected more than once that he was an adopted child.

As for the reason, it was a tale of tears, so he wouldn't go into it.

Feeling somewhat aggrieved, Jun Wangyou couldn't help but call out to his mother, Bing Wanrou:

"Mother, look at Father."

At this moment, Bing Wanrou also stood up from her stool.

She first gave Jun Wudi a resentful look, then walked to the door.

She looked at Jun Wangyou tenderly, a mother's kind smile on her face, and said:

"You'er, once you enter the Sacred Land, cultivate well. Don't miss your father and me too much. Your father and I will be traveling the world to see this magnificent land. Unless it is necessary, do not come looking for us."

As she spoke, she reached her hand toward the gate.

"Mm, mm!" Jun Wangyou nodded gently.

He had already lost count of how many times he had heard these words, so he didn't feel much in his heart.

Isn't it just going off to enjoy their life as a couple, to go on a honeymoon?

Pfft, as if no one else has ever had a honeymoon.

Jun Wangyou didn't care, and he lifted his foot, intending to walk back into the courtyard to hug his mother for a final farewell.

But just as his right foot rose, he saw a cold, heavy door slam toward the tip of his nose.

Bang!

The gate slammed shut with a thunderous boom.

The gust of wind it kicked up slapped fiercely against Jun Wangyou's stunned face!

Looking at the cold gate before him, Jun Wangyou's eyes widened, and he stood there completely frozen.

"What the hell, Jun Wudi! Bing... Mother! Am I actually your biological son or not?!"

Jun Wangyou stood at the doorway and couldn't help but roar in anger.

Jun Wangyou felt such bitterness in his heart; were there really parents like this in the world?

I am your own biological son, for heaven's sake!

In the end, Jun Wangyou left, filled with a heart full of grievances.

He swore that he never wanted to return to this cold, heartless home again.

In this house, there wasn't even a sliver of space for him; he suspected he was nothing more than an accident.

A home like this, it's better not to stay at all.

Just wait until you're old; I'll pull the plug on your life support, hmph.

Not long after Jun Wangyou left, the courtyard gate opened, and Jun Wudi and Bing Wanrou walked out, arm in arm.

Watching Jun Wangyou's retreating figure, the couple exchanged a glance.

A single thought echoed in both their minds simultaneously.

"Finally, we've sent this divine beast away; we're finally free."

Bing Wanrou leaned against Jun Wudi's chest and said softly:

"Wudi, it turns out raising a son isn't fun at all."

"Mm-hmm," Jun Wudi nodded in total agreement.

There was no helping it; this son was too smart, making him no fun at all.

"Since Wangyou is settled, it's time for us to head back.

We haven't returned in eighteen years; those old geezers in the Immortal Realm are all starting to get restless."

A flash of cold light flickered in Bing Wanrou's eyes.

Jun Wudi nodded again, "Mm-hmm, whatever you say, my dear."

At this, Bing Wanrou pulled away from Jun Wudi's chest and looked at him, saying:

"Since we're leaving, we should still leave something behind for Wangyou. He is our only son, after all.

Even though we let him train in this lower realm to prevent him from becoming a spoiled brat, we can't just leave him with nothing."

"You're right, my dear. Whatever you say," Jun Wudi replied.

Bing Wanrou seemed long accustomed to Jun Wudi's absolute obedience and wasn't annoyed in the slightest.

She then silently took out a few trinkets from her storage space.

With a casual wave of her hand, these trinkets transformed into streaks of light, flying off to various corners of the Mystic Realm.

On this day, the entire Mystic Realm went mad.

Countless Ascension Realm powerhouses searched for these streaks of light like lunatics.

Those who didn't know better would have thought an Outer Realm Heavenly Demon invasion was underway.

On the other side.

On the road to the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land, Jun Wangyou kicked pebbles in frustration while making his way at a leisurely pace.

The Heavenly Dao Sacred Land was one of the six great sacred lands of the Eastern Continent, home to countless experts.

Having existed for over fifty thousand years, it was the oldest sacred land in the Eastern Continent.

Today happened to be the day the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land opened its gates to accept disciples, an event that occurred once every twenty years.

Because of this, the road to the Heavenly Dao Sacred Land was packed with people.

And the strikingly handsome Jun Wangyou naturally became the focal point of everyone's gaze.

Jun Wangyou stood eight feet tall with handsome features and an extraordinary aura, having perfectly inherited his parents' superior genes.

Even though he wore only a simple white robe, it could not conceal his ethereal temperament, as if he were a celestial being descended to the mortal world.

His bright eyes, shimmering like a vast galaxy, caused countless young women to shy away, not daring to meet his gaze.

They feared that if they looked for even a second longer, they wouldn't be able to help but... drool.

Facing all of this, however, Jun Wangyou was long accustomed to it.

Looking at the expressions of those around him, Jun Wangyou sighed inwardly.

Sigh, as expected, it's just another vulgar world that judges by appearances.

In his past life, Jun Wangyou had also been a heartthrob.

No matter where he went, he would attract the secret gazes of countless young women and matrons.

Thus, whether in life or in the workplace, Jun Wangyou had always sailed through smoothly.

Yet Jun Wangyou had long grown weary of all this; he only wanted to carve out his own world and build a career with his own two hands.

But helplessly, no matter what achievements he made, there were always those who felt he had only attained them by riding his partner's coattails.

"I'm just handsome, what did I do wrong?!"

On a rainy night on a rooftop, just after Jun Wangyou shouted these words, he was struck by a bolt of lightning and transmigrated.

"Sigh!"

Coming back to his senses, Jun Wangyou sighed once more.

And it was precisely this sigh that imbued him with an inexplicable air of melancholy, causing the hearts of countless young women to flutter yet again.

Just then, a rough, gravelly female voice suddenly drifted from behind him.

"Hey, handsome, interested in getting to know each other?"