I've announced that I'm destined to have many children, and my father has bestowed upon me

The next morning.

The red candles burned out, and the room was completely silent.

Ye Shenglin was still fast asleep, his long eyelashes covering his eyelids, his usually aloof and ethereal face now flushed with the rosy glow of sleep.

There was even a barely perceptible smile on her lips, serene and content.

Zhao Chen'an had already woken up. He lay on his side, quietly admiring his wife's sleeping face, his heart filled with tenderness.

Last night's madness and demands completely opened up the long-sealed world deep within this sword-obsessed fairy's heart.

He carefully got up, dressed, and then immersed his consciousness into the system space.

A golden light screen unfolded in my mind, and a familiar system notification sounded.

[Rewards generated!]

[Congratulations, host, you have received a tenfold bonus: Minor Supernatural Power - Thousand-Mile Travel!]

Supernatural!

Zhao Chen'an's heart suddenly raced.

This is not a martial arts technique, but a higher level of supernatural power!

According to the scattered information he obtained from the "inheritance of ancient great beings", supernatural powers in the world are divided into three levels.

There are 360 ​​major supernatural powers, 3,600 medium supernatural powers, and 36,000 minor supernatural powers.

Minor supernatural powers are already profound and unpredictable, enough to make even Saint-level experts in the Sendai Realm fight tooth and nail, and can be used as a means to suppress one's true strength.

The Central Divine Power is exclusive to the realm of immortals and cannot be obtained by anyone without great fortune and opportunity.

As for great supernatural powers, those are existences that touch upon the very origin of the Great Dao. Each one possesses the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, and are extremely rare even for immortals!

Although my [Divine Speed] is only a minor supernatural ability, its value probably far exceeds the Heavenly Grade cultivation techniques and magical artifacts I obtained before!

Zhao Chen'an suppressed his excitement and carefully comprehended the profound information that had appeared in his mind.

No cultivation or comprehension is needed; it seems as if one was born with it.

He slowly stood up, straightened his robes, and decided to give it a try immediately.

Where to go?

A thought popped into my head.

He set his sights on the deepest part of the palace, the most heavily guarded imperial study.

With a thought, the spiritual energy within Zhao Chen'an surged wildly at an unprecedented speed, converging towards his legs.

He simply took a step forward casually.

hum!

The space before my eyes instantly twisted and folded, transforming into a dazzling, shimmering void.

In the next instant, all the scenes coalesced again.

The rich aroma of ambergris filled the air, and neatly stacked memorials and ancient books surrounded the area.

Directly ahead, a familiar figure dressed in a dragon robe was holding a vermilion brush, reviewing something.

Arrived!

We've really arrived!

In a single step, he crossed half of the imperial city from his own Prince Wei's residence and arrived at his father's study!

Zhao Chen'an sensed the spiritual energy within his body and his heart immediately tightened.

With just one step, a full one-seventh of his spiritual power at the early stage of the Four Extremes Realm was drained away!

In other words, with his current cultivation level, he can only use [Divine Travel] seven times in a row at most before his spiritual energy is exhausted.

This consumption is truly terrifying!

"who!"

A low shout, imbued with supreme authority, rang out.

The vermilion brush in Zhao Daoting's hand stopped instantly, and a terrifying aura of a Dragon Transformation Realm expert suddenly erupted, freezing the air in the entire Imperial Study!

When he saw that the person who came was Zhao Chen'an, the aura that almost tore space apart receded like the tide.

He didn't ask "How did you get in?" nor did he question why you trespassed into the imperial study.

Zhao Daoting put down his vermilion pen and gestured for Zhao Chen'an to sit down, his face showing no extra emotion.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Asking too many questions is actually detrimental.

"You look radiant; you must have had a good night."

Zhao Daoting said it casually.

Zhao Chen'an touched his nose and chuckled twice.

"Father, I plan to set off for Dongsheng Shenzhou in a few days."

Zhao Daoting nodded, his expression turning serious.

"I am already aware of this matter. The journey to Dongsheng Shenzhou is long and fraught with danger. There are a few things you must keep in mind."

"First of all, the Hunyuan Sect is one of the 108 superior sects, and its strength and foundation are comparable to the Holy Dynasty."

"Within the sect, there is a high possibility that there are immortals who have surpassed the Sendai Realm."

"When you go, remember to keep your sharp edge hidden and prioritize stability in all things. Do not act as recklessly as you did in the Great Zhou."

Zhao Chen'an's expression also turned serious as he listened attentively.

"Secondly, your Returning Origin Dao Body is a top-tier Dao Body that is extremely rare throughout the ages."

"This is your stepping stone to entering the sect. Even if Fairy Mo hadn't awakened, the Hunyuan Sect would most likely still be willing to accept you and Chuchu into the sect."

"Your main task is to pass the Nine Tests of the Outer Sect, become an Inner Sect disciple, and truly receive the sect's protection and inheritance."

"at last……"

Zhao Daoting gave him a deep look, stood up from the dragon throne, and walked to him.

"The journey ahead is long and arduous. No matter what unexpected events you encounter, always remember that the Great Zhou will always be your support."

He placed an ancient token engraved with a nine-clawed golden dragon in Zhao Chen'an's hand.

"Holding this decree is as if I were personally present!"

"If you encounter any unresolved matters on the road, whether it's waging war against other forces or forming alliances, you have full authority to make the decision without needing to consult me!"

These words, spoken with resounding force, granted Zhao Chen'an unparalleled power and trust.

After explaining everything, Zhao Daoting waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Zhao Chen'an bowed respectfully and activated [Divine Speed] once more, his figure instantly disappearing from the Imperial Study.

The empty study returned to silence once more.

Zhao Daoting slowly walked back to the dragon throne and sat down, but did not pick up the vermilion brush for a long time.

He stared at the spot where Zhao Chen'an had disappeared, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Worry is inevitable.

But more than anything, it was a deep-seated vigilance and scheming.

Letting Chen'an go out, see a wider world, and grow more is just one aspect.

More importantly, it's about getting rid of the potential influence of that "ancient powerful being"!

This being bestowed countless opportunities upon Chen An, making the Great Zhou Dynasty increasingly powerful, which is undoubtedly a great thing.

But there's no such thing as a free lunch.

What exactly is the purpose of this powerful being?

Will he one day take all of this back?

Could he even be a threat to Chen An?

These are all unknowns.

To place all hope in a vague, capricious, and powerful figure is a great taboo for a ruler!

Therefore, Chen An must have his own trump card.

The Hunyuan Sect, this behemoth on par with a holy dynasty, was the other path he chose for his son!

As long as Chen An can gain a foothold in the Hunyuan Sect, obtain the sect's inheritance, and become a true disciple of the upper sect.

So even if one day that "ancient great power" turns against you or quietly leaves,

Zhao Chen'an still has the means to make a living, and the Great Zhou still has an indestructible backer!

This is the deepest consideration of an emperor and a father.

Zhao Daoting picked up a vermilion brush, dipped it in vermilion, and heavily wrote the word "Approved" on the memorial in front of him.

The brushstrokes fall, penetrating the paper with force.