I have the best bloodline

In such a star-studded lineup, Huli was shocked to see his own father among them. He quickly tugged at his mother's sleeve to show her his father's moment of glory.

"Dad is a real dad, even more important than my own father!" Huli said excitedly.

Hu Lian glanced to the side and saw Su Yan being carried in the arms of a woman dressed in a red, yellow, and black robe, heading deeper into the Bihan Manor. Hu Lian's face gradually showed a look of shock: "Emperor Wusheng?"

The person holding Su Yan in her arms, if Hu Lian remembers correctly, should be the emperor who appears in front of the Xia Yu Dynasty to perform martial arts every year, and the tall man with a gentle smile beside her, who seems to be saying something, is none other than the East Sea Dragon King of the Eastern State.

Hu Lian glanced over and saw the leaders of prestigious sects, Taiyi Daoren and the demonic Daoist Gaotian Jile Xian, as well as the South Sea Dragon King and the West Sea Dragon King—beings whose mere stomp could shake the cultivation world—all in the corridor.

Su Yan was in the arms of the Emperor Wusheng, his mouth opening and closing as if he were talking to the Dragon King of the East Sea.

Hu Lian glanced at them, then quickly looked away, not daring to continue looking at the beings in the corridor, for fear that they would turn their attention to him.

"Is Su Yan's background really that terrifying?"

Hu Lian was secretly astonished. In the past, he could still understand his aunt, the Three-Legged Golden Crow, his aunt from the Pride Insect Clan, and the Yazi bloodline of the Dragon Clan. But Su Yan and the beings behind him were truly beyond Hu Lian, the leader of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.

Just who is Su Yan, and how could his family background and strength be so incredibly powerful? Could it be that the entire cultivation world was created by your family when they first opened up the heavens?

"Wait. Yazi? The bloodline of Yazi seems to be composed of a dragon father and a four-legged beast. And Su Yan is a fox-shaped Yazi."

Hu Lian pondered for a moment, and then saw Emperor Wusheng holding Su Yan in his arms. Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck her mind, almost making her legs go weak.

"That fox...could it be an illegitimate child that the Emperor Wusheng concocted out of boredom?"

Hu Lian was increasingly shocked, completely unable to guess that Su Yan's true identity was the Hand Warmer Fox.

After all, the Wusheng Emperor may seem kind, but that kindness is only on paper. The empress sitting high in the sky, coldly observing the martial arts performance in front of her, is the deepest impression Hu Lian has of the Wusheng Emperor of the Xia Yu Dynasty.

Hu Lian didn't think someone as ethereal as her would just pick up a stray fox.

".son."

"what?"

"Why don't you just make do and be my grandson?"

"."

According to Hu Lian's imagination, Su Yan's status was indeed a bit too high for him to reach.

Being the illegitimate son of the Unborn Emperor was a bit difficult for her. It was the first time she had ever met someone with such a terrifying background, and it was really hard for her to maintain a normal mindset. Even Hu Lian herself couldn't help but complain.

What merit do I possess to have encountered such an outstanding male beast on Spring Street?

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The complaints from Hu Lian and her son did not prevent the banquet at Bihan Mountain Villa from starting.

As noon approached, the banquet officially began.

In front of the main hall of the Winter Retreat Villa, there was a long table covered with a red festive tablecloth. Two dragon servants sat in front of the long table to register the guests, recording their names and the congratulatory gifts they brought.

"Zhu Zhan, Daoist of the Western State's Artifact Sect, presents this spiritual artifact, a piece of gauze, to congratulate the Western Sea Dragon Mother on her return, wishing that her benevolence and compassion will spread throughout the Western State."

The cultivators from the Weapon Sect who came to attend the banquet presented a grand gift to the Dragon Queen on behalf of the sect.

Without the protection of the Dragon Mother of the West Sea, the price of seabed minerals and sea monster materials in the Western Continent can skyrocket.

Upon seeing the return of the Dragon Mother of the Western Sea, the cultivators of the Artifact Sect presented her with a grand gift, their faces wet with tears, hoping that she could continue to manage the commerce of the Western Coast so that the Artifact Sect could purchase cheap and affordable seabed minerals and materials here.

Otherwise, if they had to buy exorbitantly priced ores every year, the cultivators of the Artifact Sect would feel like they were going to die of poverty.

"Elder Hu Lian of Wanhua Valley in the Southern State wishes the Dragon Mother of the West Sea a long and prosperous life. He offers her the Yin-Yang Harmony Elixir and blesses the Dragon King and Dragon Queen with the early birth of another precious child."

Upon seeing yet another precious gift appear, the dragon servant at the front desk, who was registering guests, turned around and loudly announced the name of the precious item, along with the name of the visitor and a blessing, so that the monks inside would know.

Why are you staring at me?

After the dragon servant shouted loudly, he turned around and looked at his aunt and his older aunt who were standing behind Hu Lian.

The younger aunt slowly typed a question mark, while the older aunt said calmly, "We're not close, and I don't plan to give a gift."

"?"

The two maids at the front desk, who were in charge of registration, slowly raised a question mark above their heads. But when the supervisor behind them saw the two aunts, he leaned down and whispered a few words to the maids at the front desk. The question marks above the maids' heads suddenly turned into exclamation marks. They hurriedly searched under the table and found two red envelopes, which they handed to the two aunts in a proper manner.

"Please come in, Immortal of the Pride Insect Clan."

The receptionist, all smiles, quickly bowed and invited the two notorious bandits from the cultivation world to sit inside and have some tea.

The arrogant insect clan understands this perfectly well. Moreover, their ancestor was invited by the Dragon King of the West Sea, so it was only natural that they didn't bring gifts. The supervisor's whispered words just now were to instruct them to prepare red envelopes for the two bandits as reimbursement for their long journey.

Halfway through the banquet, the load-bearing pillars were moved by the arrogant insects, causing the main hall of the palace to collapse.

The celestial beings sat in the inner hall of the main palace, while the earth immortals sat in the front hall according to their clan, cultivation level, and status. Other cultivators sat in the more peripheral area. Large round tables filled the inner and outer parts of the main palace, but it did not feel cramped.

"My hand is almost broken from writing so much."

Once all the guests had gone inside, the receptionist put down her charcoal pencil, shook her hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to complain, "There were just too many people! I probably wrote tens of thousands of numbers in half a day; my hand almost broke. We still have to prepare food for everyone after they've finished eating."

"Hmm? What's with your expressions?"

Although the servant was called a servant, his true identity was a second-generation member of the Dragon Clan. He was just temporarily helping out at the Winter Retreat Manor because of a shortage of manpower. His status was no different from that of the supervisor and other banquet management. Therefore, he naturally spoke in a somewhat arrogant manner, as if he completely disregarded the social hierarchy of both parties.

But as he was speaking, he saw the supervisor and the other servants freeze in place, their pupils constricted as if they had seen something incredibly terrifying.

A chilling aura surged from behind, sending shivers down his spine. He stiffly turned his head and saw a male cultivator, not particularly tall, dressed in black robes and with an indifferent expression, emerge from the spatial gap.

The dragon servants were extremely familiar with the newcomer's face; he had many names.

In the Dragon Clan, he is generally referred to as a traitor or rebel. There are no positive terms for him.

"Can I come in without a gift?" Ao Renlin asked the maid who was frozen in place, responsible for registering the guests.

"Anyway, the ancestor lacks nothing, and the gifts he sends are just thrown into the warehouse, so it's better not to send them at all."

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ren Lin, the traitor of the Dragon Clan has come to our door empty-handed!"

The servant looked extremely terrified and, as was his habit, shouted loudly into the winter retreat.

"what?"

Ao Renlin showed a strange expression upon hearing this.

You're talking strangely. What kind of cultivator would attack an enemy's headquarters empty-handed? Moreover, you specifically choose to attack when they're hosting a banquet with a large number of people.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 436 Last Meal? Ha, just a simple meal!

Chapter 436 Last Meal? Ha. Just a simple meal!

"The Dragon Clan traitor, Ao Renlin, has come knocking on our door empty-handed!"

When the Dragon King of the West Sea was hosting a banquet for the world, Ao Renlin suddenly came to visit. The servant in charge of registering people at the door knew nothing about the immortals, so when he saw the traitor of the dragon clan, Ao Renlin, come to visit, the servant naturally assumed that Ao Renlin had come to seek revenge.

After all, he just came out of a spatial gap. Manipulating spatial power is an exclusive ability of celestial beings, which is common knowledge in the cultivation world!

The servants' trembling shouts echoed far and wide, reaching both inside and outside the main palace, causing quite a stir among the guests attending the banquet.

"Kid, you have to bring a gift to the feast!"

The Dragon King of the West Sea slowly emerged from the void, standing on the steps in front of the main palace gate. He looked at Ao Renlin, who was strolling in empty-handed to attend the banquet, and spoke.

"A small gift is meaningless, and an expensive gift is unwelcome. I suppose the ancestor doesn't need my two copper coins."

Ao Renlin looked at the West Sea Dragon King, chuckled, and began to tease the wealth of the four sea dragon clans.

A small gift is not befitting of the Dragon Father's status, and an extravagant gift would simply be thrown into the West Sea Dragon King's storeroom. So it's better not to send anything at all and save it for the wedding betrothal gifts.

"What a clever way to flatter someone who's just trying to freeload!"

The Dragon King of the West Sea was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. It was the first time he had ever seen someone attend a banquet without bringing gifts or red envelopes, and yet speak so confidently and arrogantly. The Dragon King of the West Sea couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Have a seat inside!"

The Dragon King of the West Sea, his face full of emotion, invited Ao Renlin to come inside and sit down.

Although he left Ao Renlin somewhat speechless, he didn't pay too much attention to those things. Ao Renlin's visit now was definitely not because of the banquet. He was probably here because when they met last time, he said that he would give a satisfactory explanation to the higher-ups of the Dragon Clan when he returned next time.

Ao Renlin must have come specifically to discuss some matters with the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas since everyone was present.

Therefore, although the Dragon King of the West Sea felt that Ao Renlin's attitude was very improper, he did not pay too much attention to it.

However, the Dragon King of the West Sea did not choose to accompany Ao Renlin to the main palace of the Winter Retreat Manor. Instead, he turned around, pushed open a spatial door, and passed through it directly, returning to the front of the main hall where the celestial beings were. He then went out to the banquet hall and began to appease the unruly guests in the hall.

Before Ao Renlin reached an agreement with the Dragon Clan, the West Sea Dragon King naturally could not accompany his father in public.

This could easily send out incorrect signals, so the Dragon King of the West Sea chose to return through the spatial gap.

Father Long didn't seem to care. He walked slowly up the steps like an ordinary person, passed through the silent hall, reached the front of the hall, bypassed the screen that blocked the view, and came to the private box where the leaders from all over the world were seated.

Ao Renlin greets the Black Dragon Ancestor.

Upon entering the private room, Ao Renlin glanced around at the leaders seated inside, then respectfully addressed the Black Dragon King, the leader of the North Sea Dragon Clan, and bowed.

The Black Dragon Ancestor was aloof and rarely meddlesome, usually only concerned with his own cultivation. However, the word "responsibility" seemed to flow in his blood. Back when Ao Renlin was in the Dragon Clan, he often received guidance from the Black Dragon King.

Therefore, Ao Renlin maintained an extremely proper attitude and showed respect when he met the Black Dragon King.

Let's eat first!

The Black Dragon King raised his hand and pointed to the only empty seat to the side, indicating that Ao Renlin should sit down and eat first, and that other matters could be discussed after the banquet.

"Father!"

Su Yan, who wasn't chained to the door, saw his father walk in from outside and immediately stood up from Wusheng Emperor's lap, waving his little hand in greeting.

At the banquet of the celestial beings, although Su Yan was not tied to the door, he did not have his own seat due to his cultivation level and age. He could only lie on the lap of the Unborn Emperor, hoping that the Unborn Emperor would feed him.

Faced with dishes that looked and smelled delicious, Su Yan didn't dare to eat a single bite, for fear of soiling the Wusheng Emperor's battle robe.

Oily dishes are different from dried meat. If you eat them on the legs of the Unborn Emperor, the oil will inevitably splatter and stain his clothes. Su Yan didn't want to cause any trouble, so he pretended to be asleep until he heard his father's voice and then poked his head out.

"Um"

Ao Renlin looked at Su Yan, nodded, and gestured for Su Yan to stay put for now and not move around. He would come to pick him up later when the deal was settled.

"You've got guts, kid!"

Upon seeing Ao Renlin sit down, the Lord of Daylight beamed and said, "Among those present, at least eight would like to grab you by the collar. The Blissful Immortal is already preparing to set up the recording crystals."

"You still have the appetite to eat? Aren't you afraid this meal will be your last meal before you die?"

Although Dragon Father doesn't have many enemies, the patriarch of each of them is sitting here, ready to question him.