Chapter 261 - 183: Ten Years

Chapter 261: Chapter 183: Ten Years

Qiankun Daoist was surprised to discover that Lu Changfeng’s Talent for arrays was actually quite good, and he taught him with great enthusiasm.

Qiankun Daoist was also hurrying to improve his own strength, while at the same time preparing to create the array for the Inner Realm.

「One day.」

Lu Changfeng returned to Qin City to spend some time with his two wives.

As time passed, Hua Yiran grew more and more charming, while Chunzhu, now in her thirties, was gradually beginning to age.

Her Martial Arts Cultivation was still too low, and without a compatible Demon Fiend Bloodline, her cultivation progressed extremely slowly.

"My lord, now that you’ve become the ruler of a nation, shouldn’t it be time to have an heir?" Chunzhu said, looking at Lu Changfeng with deep affection.

Lu Changfeng looked at Chunzhu and, beside her, Hua Yiran.

By now, his power had indeed reached the peak of the Profound Realm.

No one could defeat him, save for the three great Human Kings.

’In this environment, it was indeed a good time to have a child or two.’

Lu Changfeng rolled over and pulled the two women into his embrace.

...

The years flew by.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

「One day.」

Lu Changfeng and Qiankun Daoist controlled their Clones to enter Corpse Bone Mountain and communicate with the Demon Miasma Body.

As always, Qiankun Daoist began by partially undoing the Seal on the Demon Miasma Body.

Of course, the progress was minimal, giving the Demon Miasma Body the false impression that the Seal could be broken in just a few decades.

In reality, under Qiankun Daoist’s control, the Seal on the Demon Miasma Body would be impossible to break even after a hundred years.

The Demon Miasma Body had inherited the memories of the Demon Miasma Head and possessed a degree of intelligence, knowing to threaten Lu Changfeng and Qiankun Daoist with reawakening the Demon Miasma.

But in such minor details, the Demon Miasma Body’s thinking was much weaker, and it failed to see through Lu Changfeng and Qiankun Daoist’s plot.

After performing his routine partial undoing of the Seal on the Demon Miasma Body, Qiankun Daoist put on an extremely ’weak’ expression and sat to one side, meditating to ’recover’.

The Demon Miasma Body said with satisfaction, "Not bad. The Seal is a little weaker. Qiankun, you truly are worthy of being the Disciple of the ’Fuu Huo Human King.’"

Qiankun Daoist waved his hand, his face pale with ’weakness’, unable to even speak.

Lu Changfeng laughed and said to the Demon Miasma Body, "Haha, on the day Your Excellency breaks the Seal, we will surely drink with you for three straight days to celebrate!"

"We must, we must." The Demon Miasma Body’s voice, produced by vibrating its Magic Power, quivered with excitement as it thought of the day its Seal would be broken, when it would be reunited with its head, leave Corpse Bone Mountain, and be free again.

After Qiankun Daoist had rested for half an hour, Lu Changfeng finally bid farewell to the Demon Miasma Body and prepared to leave.

"Ah? You’re leaving so soon?"

"Stay a little longer!"

"Hey, Saint Master, what is that famous Jiangnan Prefecture dish you mentioned, the ’Pearl Jade White Jade Soup’, actually made of?"

...

The Demon Miasma Body, which had been sealed inside Corpse Bone Mountain for an unknown number of ages, was extremely reluctant to see Lu Changfeng and Qiankun Daoist leave.

Over the past ten years, similar reluctant farewells had happened many times.

After much persuading, Lu Changfeng and Qiankun Daoist finally left through the passage in Corpse Bone Mountain.

’I feel like this fellow’s thinking is still a fair bit different from the main Demon Miasma’s.’

"Perhaps with more prolonged contact, we might gain something unexpected," Lu Changfeng said nonchalantly, stroking his chin.

Qiankun Daoist nodded slightly. "Care for a game at my cabin?"

Lu Changfeng waved his hand dismissively. "No, no, I can’t beat you. Today’s my son’s birthday. I have to hurry back to celebrate with him."

"Alright then." Qiankun Daoist nodded. He thought for a moment, then took a pendant from within his robes.

A Primordial Stone was embedded in the pendant, which was clearly a Martial Arts Array.

"Give this to your son as a birthday present," Qiankun Daoist said, handing over the pendant.

Lu Changfeng didn’t stand on ceremony and accepted the pendant.

The Fire Qilin transformed into its three-meter-long form. Lu Changfeng leaped onto its back, and man and Qilin sped off toward the Holy City.

「Half a day later.」

「The Holy City.」

A side hall had been decorated in vibrant colors.

Beautiful palace maids came and went, placing one delicacy after another on the low tables in the center of the hall.

Hua Yiran, wearing a mask, sat at the head of the hall in her capacity as the Saint Empress.

Below her were the Demon Generals of the Demon Sect who were stationed in the Holy City, as well as a young boy, who bore an eighty percent resemblance to Lu Changfeng, seated at the main table.

This boy was Lu Changfeng and Hua Yiran’s son. His name was Saint Hong, and he was eight years old this year.

Lu Changfeng had chosen the single name Hong, hoping his son would one day be as calm and imperturbable as a vast, deep body of water.

"Dad’s not back yet. I guess he won’t make it back in time again," Saint Hong said, a little glumly.

Throughout his childhood, Lu Changfeng was either in seclusion practicing his Martial Arts or away on his travels.

Saint Hong had grown used to Lu Changfeng’s frequent, ghost-like appearances and disappearances.

Just then, a low roar came from outside the side hall.

The Fire Qilin soared into the side hall, riding on a bank of clouds.

"Little Fire? Dad, you’re back!" Saint Hong exclaimed in delight, leaving his seat and running toward the Fire Qilin.

The Fire Qilin, of course, knew Saint Hong’s identity. It caught the running boy with a wisp of cloud and lifted him into Lu Changfeng’s arms.

"Father, I thought you weren’t coming back today," Saint Hong said, his voice full of affection.

Lu Changfeng ruffled Saint Hong’s hair. "I didn’t forget this time."

’This son had not come easily.’

Lu Changfeng hadn’t expected it would be so difficult to have a child after acquiring the [Ancient Chaos Demon Dragon] bloodline.

Chunzhu’s body was too frail; she was simply unable to bear a child for Lu Changfeng.

As for Hua Yiran, it was only after Lu Changfeng used the replication interface to raise her bloodline concentration to its limit of 45% that she, after two years of trying, finally succeeded in conceiving Saint Hong.