Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills-Chapter 387 - 92: Father and Son Meet (Happy Dragon Boat Festival!)

Chapter 387: Chapter 92: Father and Son Meet (Happy Dragon Boat Festival!)

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“It’s almost time. If we wait any longer, Zhao Ruyue will be at the border of Central State, and someone is waiting for you outside the temple.”

The Eternal Taoist Temple Master glanced at the direction outside the courtyard and smiled.

“Do whatever you want to do, I’ll be by your side if you need anything.”

“Thank you, senior, for your help.”

Zhao Huai’s face was solemn, and he respectfully bowed.

Just this one sentence is enough to express his heart and character.

Who would be willing to give up half a lifetime of cultivation to protect the people of the world?

The character of the Eternal Taoist Temple Master is among Heaven and Earth, truly selfless and deserved of the title of sage.

After saying goodbye, Zhao Huai left the backyard and wondered.

Who was waiting for him?

Could it be an old friend from Spiritual Mountain?

With these thoughts in his mind, he arrived at the front courtyard of the Taoist temple and saw a beautiful woman in a white skirt standing gracefully with a five-year-old boy in front of her.

“This is…?”

When Zhao Huai saw the boy’s face, his eyes were fixed, feeling familiar.

A sense of intimacy arose, and the feeling of blood being thicker than water surged in his heart.

“Go.”

Jiang Xuan whispered to Zhao Ping’an below her.

Zhao Ping’an glanced at his Aunt Jiang, then walked towards the elegant-looking white-clothed man in front of him with some restraint.

“This is my son?”

Zhao Huai looked at the young boy in front of him, who had a hint of heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and his face was dazed.

Five years have passed, and he is already this big?

Seeing that the boy was a little nervous and didn’t dare to come forward, Zhao Huai smiled gently, walked over quickly, stood in front of Zhao Ping’an, and called out:

“Ping’an, do you recognize me?”

“Dad…”

Zhao Ping’an called out timidly and innocently.

This call for “dad” made Zhao Huai’s heart extremely relieved.

His Zhao family finally had a future; this was his son!

Five-year-old Zhao Ping’an buried himself in Zhao Huai’s arms, wanting to cry but desperately holding it in, choking:

“Dad, sister, she…”

Zhao Huai bent down and patted his shoulder, comforting him: “Don’t worry, I will bring your sister back.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t take good care of them.”

Jiang Xuan, who didn’t know when she had come up, looked tenderly and calmly, spoke in a heavy voice, full of guilt and regret.

Zhao Huai held up Zhao Ping’an and said earnestly: “It’s not your fault. The ones who should apologize are us. Over the years, we haven’t had time to come back to see them, which gave Situ Huan, the dog thief, a chance.”

Then he looked at Zhao Ping’an with a shallow smile: “You’ll get to see your mother soon. When she sees you’ve grown so much and so handsome, she will be very happy.”

“When that time comes, I, your father, will save your sister, and our family of four will be together, having a good meal. Your mother will cook for us then; her cooking skills are excellent, you know?”

“My mom is good at cooking?”

Zhao Ping’an’s eyes were filled with expectations and hope, just wanting to see his mother as soon as possible.

“Your father and mother have both lived in the human world; there’s so much you don’t know.” Jiang Xuan interjected this time.

“Alright, father has to be busy now. You follow Aunt Jiang and wait for me to come back. I’ll pick you up by then.”

“Aunt Jiang should come too!”

Zhao Huai was stunned, glanced at Jiang Xuan, and couldn’t help but smile.

Jiang Xuan, both crying and laughing, said in amusement:

“Fine, I’ll listen to you.”

After that, Zhao Huai looked at Jiang Xuan and said: “Aunt Jiang, I’ll leave Ping’an with you for now, and I’ll save Ruyue so we can leave Spiritual Mountain.”

“Don’t worry about it, go ahead. The Devil Sect should have no trouble for you.”

Jiang Xuan looked at Zhao Huai, who had grown stronger and stronger. She recalled the recent news of the victory in Western State and the first merit of the Yan Country’s Crown Prince. She had faith in him.

Within a short ten years, Zhao Huai had grown up with many ups and downs, constantly creating miracles, so she believed in him.

Before leaving, Zhao Huai took out a sword book from his storage ring and handed it to Zhao Ping’an, smiling:

“Take a look at it when you’re bored; this is the result of your father’s lifelong efforts and insights.””Alright.”

Zhao Ping’an agreed.

Jiang Xuan looked at the sword book, her eyes flashing with surprise.

She knew that Zhao Huai had now stepped into the Ethereal Form in Sword Skill Realm, and his swordsmanship was the best of the world, a master of swordsmanship, a Sword Skill Grandmaster.

In other words, this sword book was priceless, an invaluable treasure.

And Zhao Ping’an happened to have an extremely rare special spiritual root, the Sword Spiritual Root. If he could comprehend the subtleties of the sword book, it would naturally be a great advantage, leading to limitless achievements in the future.

“Dad, you have to come back.”

“Don’t worry.”

Zhao Huai took one last look at Zhao Ping’an and left with Shen Yuanshuang and the others using sword control.

On the distant Central State Border.

Wuwei City.

A short-haired man in devil pattern battle armor, with a waist-worn sword, followed by a large number of devil cultivators, faced a purple-robed youth.

“Netherworld, how are the preparations?”

Gu Fan looked at the old fiend of Netherworld in front of him and asked in a deep voice.

“Everything is ready, just waiting for Situ Huan’s arrival.”

The purple-robed youth smiled confidently.

If anyone still remembered, they would find out that the purple-robed youth was the old fiend of Netherworld who had attacked Zhao Huai back then.

Having survived for thousands of years, the old fiend of Netherworld, after having his flesh body destroyed by the Limitless Immortal Sect Hierarch, found a substitute body to recover his cultivation, and several years had passed since then.

After the first failed sneak attack of the Devil Sect, they had been recuperating and waiting for opportunities.

Until the Seventh Demonbred Gu Fan found him and discussed a matter concerning the future strategy of the Devil Sect.

It made the old fiend of Netherworld very excited.

Gu Fan actually wanted to replace and get rid of Situ Huan.

Honestly, he had long been displeased with Situ Huan.

He had made use of him to do errands many times, but had never mentioned any reward, as if he was freeloading, treating him like a servant.

What was so great about a mere Demonbred? If not for the support of the ancestor, he would have been just a Rebirth Realm cultivator.

Now that his cultivation had recovered to the Metamorphosis Realm, it was time to show the Ten Devil Schools a bit of color.

The old fiend of Netherworld joined Gu Fan’s plan to divide the Devil Sect without hesitation.

Now, the Heavenly Devil Palace was still unaware that most of the Devil Sect’s members had been bought over and defected to Gu Fan.

Only a small group of followers from the Heavenly Devil World, who were loyal to Situ Huan, remained.

Situ Huan’s expedition against the Immortal Sects had exhausted a lot of resources and personnel, causing dissatisfaction among many Devil Sect masters and ancestors.

Because the imminent invasion from other realms was imminent, the first to take action would undoubtedly suffer a loss, unnecessarily weakening their own strength.

How could the Devil Sect be such a scapegoat?

But Situ Huan wouldn’t listen to advice and spared no effort to unseal the Devil Lord’s Seal, sending a large number of devil cultivators to the battlefield just to obtain the Ancestral Weapon under the Limitless Immortal Sect’s sword pavilion.

Actually, this had already harmed the interests of most of the devil cultivators.

Because the Heavenly Devil Palace’s behavior of using other people’s strength for their own benefit had provoked public anger.

Gu Fan noticed this, personally took the lead, and gathered various forces in the evil way, planning to overthrow the current rule of the Heavenly Devil Palace.

He also understood that the rule of the Heavenly Devil Palace was deeply rooted, and it would be difficult to resolve it in a short time. They could only proceed gradually.

To this end, Gu Fan had prepared for five years.

Finally, the day had come.

A large number of devil cultivators had gone to fight against the Immortal Sects, but the ancestors above the Metamorphosis Realm could not go there due to the Rule of Heaven and Earth in Central State, so Situ Huan’s side only had palace masters and Metamorphosis Realm ancestors for protection.

This was the best time for Gu Fan to take action.

To sweep their forces in one fell swoop.

“Reporting to Demonbred, the Devil Sect’s warships have appeared in front of us, it’s time to take action!”

A devil cultivator in armor came forward to report the information from afar.

“Good, it’s time to activate the great formation, set up the Ten Directions Mysterious Killing Formation, and absolutely not let Situ Huan escape today!”

Gu Fan waved his hand and ordered, his eyes blazing.