Chapter Thirty: Initiating the Child Creation Plan

“What’s this? None of them caught your eye?” The Ancestral Dragon looked at Mo Bufan with clear displeasure, then glanced again at the two girls lying on the ground.

“This little one from the dragon clan has already reached the Shed Mortal Realm. Her aptitude for cultivation is excellent, and her looks are top-notch. Back in my day, I probably wouldn’t have hesitated to take her for myself…” The old dragon pointed at Long Ling’er.

“And this one, the human girl, her constitution is a bit weaker. But that doesn’t matter! With all the heavenly treasures I’ve got here, it won’t affect the quality of your offspring. The most important thing is, this girl is truly beautiful. She’s a bit young, yes, but that just means she’s… fresh…” The old dragon’s commentary grew more perverse as he spoke.

“Se—senior, that’s not right!” Mo Bufan waved his hands in panic. Forcing someone to have a child against their will was illegal in his previous life, and this little princess looked like a minor no matter how you looked at her. Even though this was a world of cultivation, he truly dared not mess around with such things.

“Heh, you little brat, stop pretending. Get on with it!” The old dragon was growing impatient. “When that scoundrel Wuchen came here back then, I almost regretted not making him have a child sooner. With only one Nine Yang Physique, the success rate drops by half. I’ve regretted it ever since.”

Mo Bufan’s mouth twitched. Judging by the timeline, the Immortal Emperor Wuchen had appeared ten thousand years ago. So he really was closely connected to this old dragon.

“Senior, at least let me know what this War Emperor’s dying wish actually is. Right now, I know nothing, and you expect me to produce a child and inherit his will? I really can’t do it,” Mo Bufan said helplessly.

“How would I know what his will was? Only those at his level could understand. I just heard him mention it on his deathbed… Are you up to it or not? Or are you… incapable in that regard?” The old dragon squinted at him.

Mo Bufan’s face darkened. This old dragon was too irreverent. “That’s not the problem. But didn’t the Great Emperor Wuchen fail to fulfill the War Emperor’s wish as well? What makes you think I can succeed?”

The old dragon curled his lip and looked toward the orange cat lying on the dragon throne, snorting coldly. “That idiot… After becoming an Immortal Emperor, he actually broke the Heavenly Dao, causing its collapse. He spent his whole life unable to repair it, had no time for anything else, and in the end, erased his own consciousness and spiritual sense, turning into this useless cat. He’s been hiding here with me for tens of thousands of years now…”

Hearing this, Mo Bufan nearly stumbled and fell to the ground.

In the annals of history, the whereabouts of Immortal Emperor Wuchen were always a mystery. Who could have imagined that such an ancient emperor would end up as a cat?

An orange cat!

On the other side, the old dragon formed a hand seal, instantly gathering the power of heaven and earth. All the heavenly treasures in the Ancestral Dragon Palace seemed to be summoned, converging between the old dragon’s hands. He spoke, “Hurry up and get ready. If you really can’t choose, just take both.”

“Come on, Lord Dragon, isn’t this a bit hasty…” Mo Bufan was nearly in tears. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. “You see, I’m actually a married man, and I’m absolutely loyal to my wife. If I were to be with another woman, I could never forgive myself, and I wouldn’t have the heart to pursue cultivation any further…”

“Wife?” The old dragon was taken aback, then erupted, “Are all you human Nine Yang Physique men the same? Always talking about loyalty to your wife. Is there something wrong with your brains?!”

Mo Bufan saw the old dragon’s anger and was overjoyed. “This could work! Maybe the two emperors before me only had one wife, too!”

“Yes, that’s true love!” Mo Bufan seized the opportunity. “Haven’t you heard the saying? A person’s heart is only as big as a fist. My wife alone fills it completely; there’s simply no room for anyone else…”

The old dragon was on the verge of madness!

“And my wife is the Vice Sect Master of the Heavenly Profound Sect, at the Celestial Immortal level—she’s a real beauty, unmatched in her grace. These women, in my eyes, are just another kind of man. Apart from my wife, I can’t bring myself to touch anyone else,” Mo Bufan lamented.

The old dragon frowned deeply.

But soon, a look of surprise flashed across his face, followed by elation, and finally, he was nearly ecstatic.

“You said your wife is the Vice Sect Master of the Heavenly Profound Sect?” the old dragon asked.

“That’s right!” Mo Bufan replied.

“Celestial Immortal level cultivation?”

“Exactly,” Mo Bufan nodded again.

“Well, isn’t that a coincidence! I’m starting to believe you two are truly a devoted couple!” The old dragon suddenly burst into wild laughter.

Mo Bufan was still hesitating when a faint voice drifted past his ear: “Junior Song Yuxuan, Vice Sect Master of the Heavenly Profound Sect, seeks an audience with the Ancestral Dragon…”

“No way… It can’t be!” Mo Bufan was dumbfounded.

…

At the foot of the mountain where the Ancestral Dragon’s Immortal Court stood, Song Yuxuan was bowing toward the peak in reverence. Beside her, Shangguan Feng and Lu Feng were kneeling, not daring to raise their heads.

Although this form of worship seemed a bit absurd to her—after all, she still harbored doubts about the existence of a dragon soul in the Ancestral Dragon’s Immortal Court, which had been abandoned for over a hundred thousand years.

As for the earlier surge of demonic energy and the dragon’s roar, she thought they might have come from some treasure left behind when the Ancestral Dragon fell.

But Shangguan Feng insisted that Mo Bufan and his so-called little princess had vanished after the dragon’s roar, and the last words of the dragon soul had convinced him that they had been taken to the summit.

Just as Song Yuxuan was lost in confusion, a vast dragon’s might suddenly enveloped her. Before she could react, her vision blurred, and she found herself standing inside a grand dragon hall, right in front of a stunned Mo Bufan.

Then, she finally saw the legendary Ancestral Dragon!

“Junior Song Yuxuan pays respects to the Ancestral Dragon,” Song Yuxuan hastily greeted with cupped hands.

“Truly beautiful…” The Ancestral Dragon nodded in approval. “No wonder this rascal says that, in his eyes, every other woman is just another kind of man…”

The old dragon repeated Mo Bufan’s exaggerated declarations while giving his own praise.

Mo Bufan suddenly wanted to slap himself. Why did his wife have to show up here? Was he really destined to produce a child today? Granted, the Nine Yang Physique wouldn’t be lost, and being with his wife was perfectly natural… but she might just kill him in a fit of rage! After all, she had said those classic lines of a novel’s antagonist: “We’re from two different worlds…”

By the logic of such stories, she looked down on him. If someone she looked down upon did this to her and even fathered her child, the man wouldn’t survive the wrath that followed!

Song Yuxuan was still stunned by the continued existence of the Ancestral Dragon’s remnant soul. Hearing the old dragon repeat Mo Bufan’s saccharine words of devotion made her blush furiously. “That guy! Why does he always say such things—always boasting about me wherever he goes, it’s so embarrassing…”

As Song Yuxuan was still lost in her embarrassment, the old dragon finally got to the point. “Enough. Since you’re both here, hurry up and have a child! I have a treasure that guarantees you’ll succeed on the first try and produce a fine, healthy child!”

“Ah! Senior, what are you saying?!” Song Yuxuan cried out in shock at the old dragon.

Mo Bufan looked utterly miserable, not knowing what to do, his face full of resistance.

“You little brats—trying to fool me? Don’t think I can’t deal with you!” The old dragon flew into a rage at the sight of Mo Bufan’s expression and hearing Song Yuxuan’s words.

“I don’t care anymore. You two will do as I say!” As he spoke, the old dragon’s body shimmered and transformed back into the colossal form of a dragon, coiling around them. Before Mo Bufan and Song Yuxuan could react, they were enveloped by his aura.

“If you won’t do it yourselves, I’ll give you a helping hand,” the old dragon sneered darkly.

Then, the Ancestral Dragon’s overwhelming spiritual sense surged into the depths of their consciousness. An uncontrollable, primal desire instantly flooded both their beings.

Mo Bufan didn’t resist this urge. After all, before him stood a woman of celestial beauty. As he drew her into his arms, his breath grew ragged, and he pressed his lips to her delicate, rosy mouth.

Song Yuxuan was bewildered by this new impulse. She didn’t dislike the man before her; indeed, she even felt a faint affection. When he embraced and kissed her, she went weak in his arms but clung to him tightly.

In moments, the two were entwined, spring’s passion in full bloom…

The spiritual sense influence wasn’t like a drug, rendering them mindless automatons. Rather, the old dragon had simply heightened a single instinct to its extreme, suppressing all others and submerging them in its tide.

Thus, both became more sensitive, their perceptions sharper, and their immersion in this act deeper, merging body and soul in the process.

Mo Bufan, in the dominant position, did everything in his power to fuse with her completely—body and spirit.

Song Yuxuan, though inexperienced, responded with all her might.

Even the old dragon, watching, felt his heart race and cheeks flush. “In my day, I never did anything like this… Young people nowadays are truly terrifying…”

With a casual wave, he summoned a small flame. “Let’s add a bit of the True Sun Fire to stoke things up. This flame is the source of all life—it’ll guarantee a fine child.”

With a flick of his finger, the flame fused into their lower abdomens.

Then, with another sweep of his hands, the dragon hall filled with treasures and the very essence of heaven and earth, sending streams of spiritual energy and true essence surging into Mo Bufan and Song Yuxuan.

For the sake of this child, the old dragon was willing to sacrifice everything…