Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times - Chapter 838: 273: "Do You Know What Dragon Dad Is?"_4

Chapter 838: Chapter 273: “Do You Know What Dragon Dad Is?”_4

As long as he could return, this crisis would be considered resolved.

Damn it…

That was really scary.

…

“…”

In the Vast Continent, in Xuantian State, Chen Qiu was also holding a funeral, only without a mourning feast. But in the small world’s back mountain, a tombstone was erected, precisely Xiao Yue’s tombstone, and all the members of Chao Tian Sect had gathered, all dressed in black, looking quite solemn.

Although it was still unknown how Xiao Yue had died or when Xiao Yue had become his maid,

Chen Qiu still prepared a grand funeral for Xiao Yue.

After all, regardless of anything, this was Chao Tian Sect’s first death, and naturally, they had to hold a funeral. It also served as a practice; now they would be more adept next time a funeral had to be organized.

After inserting the three incense sticks,

This funeral was also considered successfully completed.

Xiong Gao had brought in a bunch of cooks and had set up a banquet outside the Heavenly Palace. How could a funeral be held without having a feast?

A group of Chao Tian Sect disciples in black ate to the slight sorrowful tune of the dancers, still maintaining a hint of solemnity.

“Fat Long,” at the dining table, Black Dragon cautiously approached, “Didn’t we have a funeral back on Dragon Island in Xuantian State?”

“That one doesn’t count.”

Fat Long casually said, “You didn’t actually die then. Just wait, if one day you really do die, rest assured, I’ll definitely make Brother Qiu arrange a grander funeral for you.”

“That’s not necessary…”

Black Dragon said sheepishly, “My status doesn’t match such a high-level funeral. I think the one like Xiao Yue’s is already very grand.”

“…”

Fat Long looked at Black Dragon with a somewhat speechless expression. Did this guy have rust in his brain?! Couldn’t he tell he was being sarcastic and joking?

Just at that moment—

High up in the sky, suddenly a massive number of Void Refining Expert auras were rapidly approaching, and in the blink of an eye, a middle-aged man with a group of followers landed on the ground.

As soon as he landed, a hearty smile spread across his face.

“I am the Dragon Clan Patriarch, especially here to congratulate…”

His voice suddenly stopped.

The smile on the middle-aged man’s face slowly stiffened, as he stood there, stunned. His bright red robe also seemed particularly jarring, and the multitude of congratulatory gifts that his followers held up with Spiritual Energy also seemed utterly inappropriate.

The air suddenly became extremely silent.

Countless pairs of Chao Tian Sect disciples’ eyes emotionlessly gazed at him; no one spoke a word, and even the sound of breathing was absent. The entire scene was extraordinarily silent.

All Chao Tian Sect disciples dressed in black, surrounded by white wreaths, sharply contrasted with his red robe and the followers’ congratulatory gifts behind him.

After a long while,

The middle-aged man finally spoke with an ugly expression and a hoarse voice, “A funeral feast…”

He had already been waiting outside Xuantian State for nearly a year for Chen Qiu, like eagerly waiting for the state’s barriers to be lifted so he could come in and give Chen Qiu a gift. Once the barriers were lifted, Chen Qiu suddenly disappeared.

He had waited for several days and finally sensed Chen Qiu’s aura from afar in Xuantian State, noticing a banquet was taking place.

He figured, yes, after achieving the position of Unique King, a celebration was indeed in order.

Thus, he made a grand entrance, hoping to leave a good impression on Chen Qiu.

But who knew it would turn out to be a damn funeral feast?!

Thus, the entrance he had painstakingly planned for himself came off exceedingly awkward,

“Uh…”

The Dragon Clan Patriarch instantly noticed Chen Qiu sitting at the very center of the crowd and his indifferent gaze sent a rich fear creeping into his heart, causing him to subconsciously step back and whisper, “Well… I’ll come back another day.”

Having said that, he was ready to quickly leave with his clansmen, marking this entrance as a complete planning failure.

The next moment—

A calm voice suddenly rang out.

Th𝘪ѕ 𝗰h𝑎p𝑡ɛr 𝙞𝐬 p𝕠ѕţɛ𝘥 bƴ 𝒌ɩτɛ𝖓𝘰𝐯ҽ𝘭

“Wait.”

…

“…”

Sitting in the primary seat, surrounded by the disciples of the Chao Tian Sect, Chen Qiu, with an indifferent expression, looked toward this unsolicited visitor and the numerous exquisite treasure boxes behind him. After a pause, he continued in a soft voice, “Could it be that you have come to present a congratulatory gift?”

“Indeed.”

The Dragon Clan Patriarch halted, turned to meet Chen Qiu’s gaze, and braced himself to say, “It’s just that today doesn’t seem to be the right time; I’ll return another day…”

Chen Qiu interrupted, “List the gifts.”

“Three million Spirit Stones, dozens of various heavenly treasures, nearly a hundred exclusive Dragon Clan items, and some gifts for the young dragons.”

“Hmm.”

Pleased by the response, Chen Qiu nodded, gesturing, “Someone, offer this fellow cultivator a seat, a high seat!”

“Right away!”

As the echo of his words fell, the atmosphere relaxed instantly. The disciples of the Chao Tian Sect looked toward the Dragon Clan Patriarch with much warmer eyes—those who come bearing gifts are all good people.

The atmosphere, initially tense and confrontational, became unexpectedly harmonious.

The disciples of the Chao Tian Sect resumed their light-hearted conversations, drinking and chatting.

Under Xiong Gao’s guidance, the Dragon Clan Patriarch carefully approached Chen Qiu’s table and sat down, his aura already less formidable than Chen Qiu’s, and after this incident, even more so.

Yet, in his mind, he was pondering.

Although this was a funeral banquet, the atmosphere seemed quite harmonious; nobody appeared overly sad, everyone was talking and laughing—could this be a “happy funeral”?

No, that couldn’t be right; is there even such a thing as a “happy funeral” in the Cultivation World?

That would be sheer nonsense.

While every cultivator has a maximum lifespan, almost no cultivator dies from reaching this limit; as their end draws near, none are willing to just wait for death. They would drag their frail bodies to try their luck in the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm, and often, the outcome is dying there.

Thus, almost no cultivator truly dies of natural causes; that would be exceedingly rare.

“The Dragon Clan from the Vast Continent?”

Chen Qiu peeled a peanut and tossed it into his mouth, glancing at the middle-aged man beside him, he asked nonchalantly, “I’ve heard there’s some discord between your lineage and my brother Ao Tian’s lineage, is that right?”

“There used to be some,”

The middle-aged man responded honestly, not making up any stories, truthfully disclosing, “But that was all long ago. I’ve actually come this time mainly wishing to bring back some dragon cubs—our clan’s procreation ability is very poor, although I don’t know how the dragon lineage of the Xuantian Continent manages to thrive so well, but… I was hoping to borrow some brethren.”

“Heh.”

Before Chen Qiu could speak, Ao Tian, sitting beside, laughed, “So that’s your purpose! Still hoping to borrow offspring, huh? Guess how good the bloodline of this batch of dragon cubs is?”

“Really poor?”

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, his words tinged with slight disappointment; bloodline played a significant role for the Dragon Clan. Although he could sense the presence of a large group of dragon cubs playing behind the Heavenly Palace, he couldn’t discern their specific bloodlines without the Bloodline Stone.

Indeed, such an unreasonable rate of reproduction must have required some sacrifices.

“Tsk, tsk.”

Ao Tian, with a face full of emotion, looked at this middle-aged man, who although never met before seemed connected by blood, “I can only tell you, if you came for this, then you’ve given way too little spirit stone. This batch’s bloodline could fucking scare you to death!”

“Do you know what the Dragon Dad is?”

“It’s an existence beyond your wildest dreams.”