Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

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In the imperial capital of Chang'an, in a luxurious suite on the top floor of a restaurant, Song Xuan met Wang Lin.

Wang Lin with his white hair is still so eye-catching. Beside him are his son Wang Ping and his daughter-in-law, Miss Su.

Wang Lin had already booked a banquet, and the table was filled with food and wine. After they met, they exchanged a few simple words and then took their seats.

Wang Ping was pouring wine attentively, while Song Xuan was looking at him with a smile.

"Ping'er, are you quite satisfied with your life?"

Wang Ping laughed heartily and said, "Uncle Song, from a mortal's perspective, my life can be said to be perfect.

I have seen what I should have seen and experienced what I should have experienced. Everything in this world has been imprinted in my heart, and I have no regrets from now on.

So, as the deadline was approaching, I begged my father to take my husband and me to meet Uncle Song.

First, I want to thank Uncle Song for letting me experience this wonderful life. Second, it is also a way to say goodbye to Uncle Song.

In this life, I, Wang Ping, have come to this point. I know that I have delayed my father for so many years, and I feel somewhat guilty about it!

"Ping'er, what are you talking about?"

Wang Lin frowned, "If I feel guilty, it's because I owe you. How can you say you delayed me?"

Wang Ping shook his head. "Father, please let me finish what I'm saying."

As he spoke, he raised his glass, first toasted Wang Lin, and then toasted Song Xuan.

"Uncle Song, you and my father are both powerful figures in the cultivation world. I've also heard from my father recently that you are going to unify the Wanling Continent?"

Song Xuan nodded, "I do have this plan."

Wang Ping asked curiously, "After you unify the country, will you stay here and become the emperor, or will you ascend to the upper realm and become an immortal?"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "I will ascend to heaven sooner or later. Why is Ping'er interested in the situation in the upper realm?"

Wang Ping quickly waved his hands, "I'm just a mortal, why would I care about the upper realm?

I'm just a little worried about my father!"

"You know my father's personality. He's aloof, cold, and arrogant. He didn't interact with people much in the past. He said he used to have a few friends, but some of them rose to prominence, while others fell.

Apart from you, Uncle Song, I have never met any other friends of my father!"

He raised his glass and said respectfully, "Uncle Song, this is my toast to you. Thank you for not caring about my father's arrogant personality.

I don't understand the affairs of the cultivation world, but I know that my father, like you, is a powerful being. Ping'er has no regrets in this life. I only hope that when you ascend to the upper realms, you can help each other and walk the path of cultivation to the end!"

"You kid..." Song Xuan smiled and said, "The son is actually thinking about his father!

But don't worry, your father and I, even if we ascend to the upper realms, will not be unknown little people. Sooner or later, we will reach the top of the avenue!"

Wang Lin's expression was a little complicated, but there was a look of relief in his eyes.

Song Xuan laughed heartily and said, "Ping'er, you don't need to worry about our elders' affairs. We will naturally walk the path forward in peace and stability!

Have you ever thought about what kind of family you want to be born into in your next life?"

Wang Ping was stunned when he heard this. "Can I choose for myself?"

As he said this, he turned to look at Wang Ping, "Father, in the next life, will I still have the chance to be your son?"

Wang Lin's face froze, as if he had thought of something. "Okay, but you might have to wait a very long time in the reincarnation cycle."

Wang Ping said, "Uncle Wang, what about you? You're about to unify the world, aren't you planning on having a child?"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "Why, do you want to be my son in your next life?"

Wang Ping rubbed his hands and smiled sheepishly, "You heard it too. Being my father's son may take a long time. How about I become your son in the next life? I wonder if Uncle Song is willing to do that?"

"As for me..." Song Xuan touched his chin, "I don't mind having a son, but I guess it would be very difficult for you to be reborn into my Song family!"

Wang Ping pondered, "I understand. We don't have any connections in the underworld, so it's not easy to arrange anything, right?"

"Well, isn't it related to the question..."

Wang Lin spoke at this time, "Alright Ping'er, don't make things difficult for your Uncle Song. Your Uncle Song wants a child, and that's probably no less difficult than it would be for your father to resurrect your mother in the future!

Okay, kowtow to your Uncle Song first, then go wait outside. Your Uncle Song and I have a few words to talk alone!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ping knelt down and kowtowed with his wife without any hesitation.

"Uncle Song, this is the end of Ping'er and your fate in this life. If there is a next life, Uncle Song, if you have the ability, please remember to come to the underworld to rescue us!"

Wang Lin, who was always serious, couldn't help but laugh and curse upon hearing this. "When did you learn to be so slick? What? Do you think your father won't be able to save you in the future?"

Wang Ping chuckled and said, "I know my father's ability, he will definitely have that ability in the future.

I'm just thinking that having more elders will give me more options. If you, father, are busy and can't get away, Uncle Song can come and rescue us!"

Chapter 921 Victoria Song: Look at how handsome my bloody cloak is!

Wang Lin waved his hand, signaling Wang Ping and his wife to go out first.

"Your affairs will be taken care of by your father, you don't need to worry about it!"

Wang Ping chuckled and led his wife out of the room with a smile on his face. He looked relaxed and had no fear or anxiety about his impending death.

"This kid..." Wang Lin also cursed with a smile, "I've lived for nearly sixty years, but I didn't expect that at the end of my life, he would be more lively than when he was a child!"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "Ping'er is a person of great wisdom. She lives more clearly than us!"

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly, "Yes, everyone has their own obsessions. Compared to us, he lives a more free and easy life."

As he spoke, he changed the subject and said, "Brother Song, I came to you today mainly to ask for your help."

Wang Lin raised his hand and flipped it. Two talismans shining with colorful luster floated in the air. A vast and mysterious aura was flowing on them, and it seemed that the laws of reincarnation were fluctuating and dissipating.

"This is the reincarnation talisman I prepared for Ping'er and his wife. It is branded with the imprint of my soul."

Wang Lin said softly, "Although I am not an immortal, ordinary immortals are not as good as me. With this talisman, even if Ping'er and the others go to the underworld, I think they should be treated better than ordinary ghosts.

Of course, I am not sure whether this talisman will be recognized in the underworld, and whether the judge in the underworld is willing to give Wang this face.

Therefore, to be on the safe side, please ask Brother Song to leave a soul mark on each of them as well."

Song Xuan smiled, without any nonsense, and directly left the imprint of his soul on the two talismans.

After doing all this, he finally smiled and said, "So, being a father is really not easy. It's not enough to raise your children, you also have to make careful plans for after death, for fear that your children will lose at the starting line!"

He started planning from the moment he was reborn from the underworld, so that his child could win at the starting line. Wang Ping's future achievements will definitely not be low.

Parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run. If you feel that you have accomplished nothing and are doing nothing, you don't have to give up on yourself or blame others.

This may have nothing to do with your own abilities, it simply has nothing to do with you in the underworld. You have already lost from the starting line of reincarnation!

Wang Lin put away the talisman and looked much more relaxed, as if he had fulfilled a wish. He seemed to have become much more cheerful.

"I've looked up some ancient texts. Before the descendants of many immortals in the upper realm reincarnate, their elders will leave reincarnation talismans with the imprint of the immortal's spirit in their souls. Generally speaking, the underworld will arrange reincarnation according to the specific circumstances.

"With the addition of Brother Song's soul mark, Wang is equivalent to the blessing of two great immortals' talismans. In this way, Ping'er and the other's reincarnation should be stable!"

At this point, Wang Lin's tone suddenly changed, becoming serious, and he whispered, "Song Xuan, you should have sensed it, right?"

He raised his hand and pointed at the sky outside the window.

Song Xuan looked solemn and nodded slightly, "I understand. The ascension passage has been blocked."

He sighed softly, "It seems that some disasters can't be avoided after all."

Wang Lin patted his shoulder, seemingly unconcerned about the impending catastrophe. "If you can't avoid it, just face it head-on. For cultivators like me, be it a catastrophe or a hardship, there's nothing to fear!"

Having said that, he turned and walked out.

"For the last period of time, I took Ping'er and his wife on a journey, choosing a beautiful place with clear water and mountains to send them into the reincarnation cycle. After that, they would no longer be bound by worldly affairs...

When the great calamity comes, Wang will show up!"

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In the evening, Victoria Song came walking on the moon carrying the head of the ancestor Yaoqing.

Behind it, thousands of heads were floating densely, gathered together, and from a distance, they looked like a huge cloak.

The heads that made up the cloak all had expressions of fear and despair. It was obvious that these powerful demon cultivators did not die peacefully.

Arriving above the imperial capital, Song Qian glanced around the huge city, and then waved to a big black man who was standing outside the palace.

"Black Mountain, this is yours!"

As she spoke, Victoria Song raised her hand and waved. A pale and strange head rose into the air from under the skull cloak, streaking a blood-red rainbow light in the air, and instantly landed in front of Heishan.

Heishan looked stunned at first, then extremely excited and grateful.

Back then, he had briefly talked about his origins and said that he was born in Yaoqing, but because he offended a powerful being in the Yaoqing royal family, he had to hide in the Daosong territory.

I didn't expect that after so many years, Miss Victoria Song still remembered this little thing about herself...

A feeling of being respected and recognized kept spreading in Heishan's chest. He fell to his knees with a thud, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Miss, old slave, old slave I..."

This big black man who was as strong as an iron tower was now crying like a baby and couldn't speak.

"Alright, alright, you grown man is crying like a sissy!"

Victoria Song rolled her eyes and walked past him, "I have something to do with my brother, I don't have time to watch you cry here, if you can't hold it back, run away and cry, don't stay here and cry.

You've ruined my brother's luck by crying. Be careful or I'll break your legs!"

After saying that, without caring about Heishan's reaction, he happily walked towards the palace wearing the blood-red cloak made up of thousands of heads.

Only after he left did Heishan stand up. The guards guarding the imperial city around him looked at the big black man with awe.

The guards who were selected as the first royal guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty all had extraordinary backgrounds. Even in the fusion realm, they were all outstanding and the top-level existences.

Heishan, the big guy, who was only in the late stage of fusion, was not noticeable at all among all the guards, and few people took him seriously.

Previously, some guards had speculated about how Heishan had gotten through some channels and connections to become a member of the royal guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Now, they finally know.

Wow, this old guy usually keeps a low profile, but I didn’t expect that his relationship would reach the top!

After a brief period of silence, the gate of the imperial city soon became lively.

"Brother Heishan, what is your relationship with Lord Daozu?"

"This head looks familiar to me. It seems to belong to a prince of the Yaoqing royal family. It is said that his cultivation has reached the Mahayana stage. Brother Heishan, this person has a grudge against you, right?"

"Daoist Ancestor Luo Tian has personally taken action to avenge you. Brother Heishan, you are quite powerful!"

"Brother Heishan, after get off work tonight, I'll treat you all and let's get together?"

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Looking at his colleagues who had ignored him before but were now extremely enthusiastic and friendly, Heishan held the head in one hand and straightened his chest unconsciously.

"We can't get together tonight. Master Daozun is hosting a family dinner, and I have to go help out. My lady loves the roasted whole lamb I make, and she'll get mad if I'm late!"

Chapter 922 Victoria Song: Do you understand art?

At night, the sky is dotted with stars.

From the imperial garden, bursts of fragrance wafted through the air, and delicious dishes were brought to the table by the palace maids.

Not far away, the Black Mountain Demon was seriously grilling a golden spiritual sheep. There was a kind and respectful look in his eyes. He smiled and glanced at the dining table from time to time.

There, Song Xuan sat with everyone, Yao Yue and Lian Xing sat on both sides, and Song Erni sat opposite her brother with a smile on her face.

"Brother, look at the new cape I made. Isn't it cool?"

The banquet has not started yet, but Victoria Song can't wait to show off her bloody head cloak.

Yao Yue was somewhat speechless. "Xiao Qian, today is a family dinner. Could you please hold back on your non-mainstream creative style?"

Victoria Song blinked, looking unhappy. "Sister-in-law, doesn't it look good?"

“It’s beautiful, but…”

Before she could finish, Victoria Song said with a giggle, "As long as it looks good, I'll just hang it in the air like this. When we eat later, everyone can give us some suggestions and see if there's anything that needs improvement!"

Yao Yue was helpless. With Song Erni's personality, once she got excited about artistic creation, she wouldn't listen to anything other people said.