“I saw you going to Yan Chen’s hut. What was that about?” asked Wang Chang while flying toward Wang Clan Mountain.
“Oh, that,” replied Wang Wei as he explained what happened in his conversation with Yan Chen.
“You did a good job. You should never forget the people who helped you when you were weak–especially after standing above all living things.”
Wang Wei nodded. He has read many tales of Great Emperors becoming cold and indifferent after proving the Dao. They looked down on the people who once helped them, abandoned their past friendship and connection, and treated people with heads above the cloud.
Wang Wei understood that some alienation is inevitable. After all, when a person has as much power and influence as a Great Emperor, it’s difficult for some of his old friends and acquaintances to treat them the same. With the difference in lifespan, it’s in the best interest of some Emperors not to be too invested in some friendship unless they plan to help these people achieve immortality.
Regardless, Wang Wei would never become one of these Emperors.
After arriving home, his mother had already prepared dinner. However, Wu Hong did not show up, and Wang Wei understood why. His wife is often placed in an awkward position during large family gatherings.
Technically speaking, she is the oldest of the group. However, as Wang Wei’s Dao Companion, her seniority is that of a younger generation. And if you add her status and strength as an Emperor, no, Paragon, things become more complicated.
His family members are all intelligent people, so they’ve guessed her true identity, which can make things awkward, especially when his grandfather is present. After all, the old man should have the highest status in the family due to his age, but he has to restrain himself around his daughter-in-law.
With his personality, Wang Wei did not care about the awkwardness and found it entertaining instead, using it to his advantage to make fun of his wife. Of course, he often gets beat up afterward, but Wang Wei always thinks it’s worth seeing his wife squirm during these gatherings.
“I’m alright. But father, how are you?” asked Yu Yan, noticing the change of aura in his father-in-law.
“I have not felt at peace in such a long time,” replied Wang Chang with a big sigh. Then, he grinned.
“Where is my stupid son?”
“He’s in retreat?”
“Retreat? Is everything alright?” According to his calculation, his son should have become a Quasi-Emperor long ago. So, he would need to enter retreat unless something went wrong.
“He’s alright; he’s just tempering his body.”
Wang Chang was even more surprised by this news. “What’s going on?”
“His son and the founder enlightened him,” replied Yu Yan before explaining the cause and effect of Wang Tian’s retreat.
“Hahahaha,” laughed Wang Chang boisterously. “This is even better news than my successful retreat. For close to a million years. I’ve told that kid he should temper his body, trying to convince him it would not interfere with his Sword Dao.”
Wang Chang could not help but remember the stubbornness of his son. Over the years, it was the only time his son was ‘unfilial’ and fought with him without giving up. No, there was also when he wanted to marry Yu Yan and still fight her in the Heaven Will Battle.
If it were not for his insistence, Wang Tian would never have condensed a fifth-grade Essence Flower; maybe, the latter would not surpass the ninth grade.
“I’m glad he is seeing the light now.”
“Yes, better late than never,” uttered Yu Yan.
Meanwhile, Wang Wei suddenly thought of something and asked. “Grandpa, have you ever considered reviving grandma?”
Immediately after saying these words, Wang Wei knew he had made a mistake. Wang Chang’s energetic vibe became quiet and somber.
‘Shit,’ thought Wang Wei as he realized his mistake. Usually, he is more observant of social interaction, but he is often too relaxed around his family. Furthermore, he thought it would be a way to make the old man even happier than he currently was.
Wang Wei could understand the side-eye his mother was giving him, so he hurriedly explained, “I just wanted–”
“It’s fine,” Wang Chang stopped him before being lost in his memory for a moment. “There is no need.”
Wang Wei acted swiftly and accessed his space ring to use a few spiritual herbs. He controlled the fate of these herbs to turn into something he desired: Vodka. Wang Wei has been testing how to use Fate Dao to control the other Supreme Dao, and this is one of his achievements regarding Creation Dao.
He handed a gourd of the drink to the old man since it was his favorite during the Beach Party and said, “You never talked about her. Why don’t you tell me what kind of person she was?” Wang Wei knew little about his paternal grandmother since both his father and grandfather were pretty tight lips about her. Most of the time he asked, he always received the answer that she was a wonderful woman, and that’s about it.
“Your grandma was the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met in my life,” said Wang Chang before taking a big gulp from the group.
The story began before the beginning of Wang Tian’s generation. Wang Chang’s mother–Wang Wei’s great-grandmother and the matriarch of that generation–kept pressuring Wang Chang to marry someone and continue the bloodline of the Wang Clan Main Branch.
The new generation was approaching, and it was the correct time to get married and have children. Typically, cultivators find it difficult to have children–especially between two of them with high cultivation. This is a form of balance from Grand Dao.
However, a special technique controlled by a few factions allows them to seal their cultivation and have the fertility of mortals.
However, the problem with this method is that the talent of their offspring will be random; in other words, their children cannot inherit their cultivation talent. The child conceived using this technique could be highly talented or just a mortal without a Leakless Body.
Oddly though, between the end of one generation and the beginning of the other, the fertility of all cultivators becomes very high. The laws of Heaven and Earth change to allow them to give birth to talented heirs, hence one of the reasons most Heaven Chosens are born or conceived around a similar time.
During that time, Wang Chang was depressed after losing his Heaven Will Battle and was not interested in getting married and having children. He was not even interested in serving his duty as sect master.
So, one day, after a fight with his mother, he left the sect, wandering mindlessly to soothe his mind. When he woke from his daze, he was in a large mortal city. And the first thing he noticed was a long line of people waiting for something.
Intrigued, he checked what those people were waiting for in line. It turned out they wanted to see a female together that famous thought the surrounding seven dynasties.
Wang Chang has lived a long time, but to this day, he remembers that first encounter. He saw a beautiful woman that appeared to be in her early thirties, dressed in all-white clothes. Her eyes contained a sense of detachment from the entire world.
She looked at him and said, “Eyes are bright, rosy complexion, and body emits a powerful vigor. You’re completely healthy, so don’t waste my time. Leave.”
Wang Chang was utterly shocked and did not know how to respond. But he did not have time to.
“No, you might be useful,” said Mao Yue. “There are not enough people helping carry the medicine. You’re an able body, so you can help. Based on your luxurious clothes, you should be literate?”
“I am,” replied Wang Chang reflexively.
“Good. You can help mix some of the low-level medicinal soup. You only need to follow the written recipe, and I will check.”
Mao Yue went to treat more patients, while Wang Chang went to help carry more medicine. It was not until after helping with the first batch that he suddenly woke up and realized what he had done.
How could he, Wang Chang, a Quasi-Emperor, the sect master of the most powerful Emperor Lineage in the world, and a mighty Heaven Chosen who cultivated the Dao of Overlord, help people carry medicine?
He shook his head at how absurd the situation was and prepared to live. However, after taking a few steps toward the door, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
He looked over, and he saw the doctor giving him a look scarier than the final blow Emperor Nine Suns gave before eliminating him from the final battle.
“What are you doing?” said Mao Yue. “Don’t you know the more time you waste, the more lives that will perish?”
“I’m sorry, doctor,” said Wang Chang sheepishly before becoming red with embarrassment. He returned to his duty of carrying medicine and mixing medicinal soup.
On that fateful day, the Overlord was conquered by a simple mortal doctor.