Green Ram Mountain, the Li ancestral residence.
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Li Conglong had fathered a son in his old age. The entire clan brimmed with joy and competed to celebrate; even the stone lions outside the gates had been tied with red silk.
It was no easy matter for cultivators to produce offspring. Especially after opening the origin gate and inner manor, their true yang was tightly locked, extremely difficult to stir, let alone harmonize for conception.
This was also why Ji Conglong, despite having married a principal wife and two concubines in his early years, had never put forth any branches or leaves.
Ordinary mortals enjoyed the blessing of many children, but cultivators often had few descendants. The higher their cultivation, the harder it became to continue their bloodline.
Now that Li Conglong had gained a son at seventy, it was truly a joyous occasion as great as the heavens.
"Congratulations, elder brother! Congratulations!"
Li Conglin stood beside him, smiling until his eyes narrowed to slits.
He secretly rejoiced that his elder brother was even more vigorous than he was. Surely there would be no reason to urge him to take more concubines now.
Li Conglong held the swaddled infant, his face glowing as he repeatedly said, "A joy for us all, a joy for us all!"
He lowered his head to look at that tender little face, a thousand feelings stirring in his heart.
For seventy years, he had devoted himself entirely to cultivation and clan affairs, believing he would hardly enjoy the blessing of children gathered around his knees in this lifetime.
Who could have imagined that Heaven would open its eyes and bestow a son upon him at this age?
When he went beneath the earth someday, at least he would not have let down his father or