This is the result of prying too much into the secrets of heaven.
But he didn't care at all, and landed on the island covered in starlight.
The five people entered Wuwang Island in three groups. No one knew that in the Demon Realm above the Witch Clan Ruins, Han Huan, who had been beaten unconscious, suddenly woke up. His soul had been summoned away, leaving only a confused Han Huan who was thrown out of the Demon Realm Palace by You Shu.
After several demonic spirits fled from their birthplace, they each found their destined masters.
As the spiritual energy on the Cangling Continent gradually diminishes, demonic energy eventually increases in another way.
Moreover, after the predetermined fate was broken, in the distant Immortal Realm, the Fate Lord was rushing to the Ninth Heaven.
...
The tightly clasped hands gave Fu Mingxu courage to face what was about to happen. He held Han Tao's hand tightly, but his heart remained heavy.
"So the scroll was the rock that opened up the island's inner space." Fu Mingxu stood on the hard, hot ground, looking at the surrounding rocks that radiated heat, his tightly furrowed brows never relaxing.
The further you go in, the stronger the heat becomes, and even the air in front of you appears distorted and blurry.
Fu Mingxu took a couple of steps and felt his soles start to burn.
Han Tao felt the sweat on his palms, his cold, stern brows twitched, and he exhaled a slightly cool breath.
Fu Mingxu immediately felt a refreshing coolness and couldn't help but give him an admiring look.
Although I could do it myself, the feeling of being carefully cared for by someone is always different.
With Han Tao providing cold air from the side, Fu Mingxu quickened his pace as he walked forward. When the two arrived at a place where rocks were flaming everywhere, they reached the innermost part where the walls on both sides, covered with red rocks, became two walls of fire, and the ground beneath their feet turned into a sea of fire.
At the very front of the sea of fire, a person sat on the only rock that wasn't flaming.
Nine flaming chains pierced through his shoulder blades and disappeared into the walls of fire on either side. Only the stone beneath him did not ignite; instead, it emanated a chilling aura.
It can be described as a stark contrast between ice and fire.
The moment Fu Mingxu looked over, the young man sitting cross-legged on the rock raised his head, revealing a face that bore a striking resemblance to his own.
It really was his biological father, Fu Yangxu!
Overwhelmed with emotion, Fu Mingxu took two quick steps and couldn't help but call out, "Father..."
Before he could finish speaking, the young man's eyes flashed with surprise upon seeing him, and he suddenly stood up. The chains behind him vibrated incessantly with his movement, like nine fiery serpents flickering their tongues and swirling in the air.
"Who told you to come here!"
A familiar voice rang out in the sweltering space, and Fu Yangxu roared as he stared at the two clasped hands.
"Let go of them!"
Fu Mingxu was stunned on the spot.
Han Tao subconsciously gripped his hand even tighter.
The little mermaid, who had been wriggling in his arms from the heat, was startled and poked her head out, calling out to Fu Mingxu in fear, "Mother."
Then she burst into tears.
The pearls fell and rolled all over the ground with a clatter.
A note from the author:
Before looking for his father;
Han Tao: I'm helping my wife find her father.
After finding his father;
Han Tao: ? ?
Chapter 97
Fu Mingxu never expected that finding his biological father would lead to this situation.
In short, his father did not approve of the marriage.
But Han Tao's grip on his hand was painful, and her golden eyes showed no fear as she held on tightly to his hand.
But then, perhaps out of fright, the little mermaid suddenly transformed her fishtail into legs like a human baby, and she threw herself naked into his arms, crying incessantly, becoming the real-life Fu Baobao.
So now he is holding a baby named Fu Bao, his hand tightly held by Han Tao, standing straight in front of his biological father.
The long-awaited scene of filial piety between father and son did not appear. Fu Mingxu looked into the eyes of his biological father, his hand gripped so tightly it hurt.
"Don't cry." He couldn't stand the piercing voice anymore, so he had to look away and comfort Fu Baobao first. Then he turned his head and whispered to Han Tao, "My hand hurts so much."
Fu Baobao stopped crying in surprise and winked at Han Tao.
Han Tao kept her eyes straight ahead, and loosened her grip on his hand slightly, just enough to keep him from feeling any pain.
Now, it was Fu Yangxu's turn to have a headache.
Years later, amidst his endless worries, he never expected that not only had his son been found, but he also seemed to have a family with him.
"What mother?" Fu Yangxu's eyebrows shot up, his eyes blazing with fury as he looked at Han Tao. "Don't talk nonsense."
Fu Baobao's lips trembled, and although there was no crying, tears turned into pearls and fell continuously.
Seeing this, Fu Yangxu felt like a villain who had bullied a baby, and a sense of guilt arose for no reason.
Fu Mingxu skillfully bounced Fu Baobao around with one hand, and Fu Baobao obediently nestled against his chest, looking at him curiously with her round eyes.
The cool air continued to dispel the heat around Fu Mingxu. Fu Baobao felt the cold air and obediently called out to him, "Daddy."
Her voice was soft and sweet.
Han Tao lowered his eyes, a smile appearing in his golden eyes, and softly hummed in agreement.
"He's heavy, let me carry him." Then she skillfully took Fu Baobao from Fu Mingxu's arms.
Fu Baobao didn't mind being moved from one embrace to another, and continued to curiously observe everything around her.
The intimacy that the three of them were exuding, whether intentionally or unintentionally, stunned Fu Yangxu, who even forgot to get angry.
In the years he was away, his son not only cultivated his spiritual power, but also got married and had children.
Pah!
His son is a man!
It's one thing for him to find a male Daoist partner, but how did they end up having a child?
wrong!
How did his son end up with a male Taoist partner?
In the cave licked by the fiery serpent, Fu Yangxu's heart was ice-cold.
In the end, the father and son calmly sat down.
Fu Yangxu sat cross-legged on the glacial rock. Han Tao took the opportunity to take out a chair from his storage bag, and Fu Mingxu sat down as a matter of course.
The father and son sat facing each other, with Han Tao quietly standing to one side, supporting Fu Baobao's bottom.
Although he didn't say a word during this process, his dragon aura always enveloped Fu Mingxu, intentionally or unintentionally proclaiming the close relationship between the two.
"How did you find your way here?" Fu Yangxu noticed Han Tao's golden eyes, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Your Daoist partner isn't human?"
Fu Mingxu noticed the pause in his tone and guessed that he might be trying to say that his Daoist partner was not human.
"He is a dragon." There was nothing wrong with saying that. After a brief moment of looking at each other, the father and son began to talk calmly.
Skipping over some details about the two timelines, Fu Mingxu simply recounted how he obtained the map, how he found the records of the Witch Clan, and how he arrived at Wuwang Island.
He spoke of it so casually, but Fu Yangxu knew that there must have been many hardships hidden in the details he didn't mention.
In addition, Fu Mingxu also said that he was used by the Fu family to replace Fu Shanqing to marry into the city lord's mansion to bring good luck. Under Fu Yangxu's angry glare, he then added that the two were in love and held a grand wedding in the merfolk tribe.
He spoke frankly and openly, but his father listened with great concern.
These two were destined for each other, and their marriage was even recognized by the Three Lives Stone of the Cangling Continent.
Fu Yangxu's complicated gaze lingered on Fu Baobao in Han Tao's arms, and he sighed softly.
What else could he say? The two even have a child together!
"You said you inherited the legacy of the merfolk." Fu Yangxu's words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat with great difficulty. "So, this child was born when you were in your merfolk form?"
When asked this question by his own father, Fu Mingxu didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Han Tao quietly patted Fu Baobao's bottom, and her two chubby short legs immediately turned into a plump fish tail, which gently slapped onto Fu Mingxu's face.
Fu Mingxu tucked the fish tail aside with his fingers and nodded silently at his father's knowing expression.
Forget it, it's better to avoid trouble. I might as well just admit it.
Having prepared himself mentally, Fu Yangxu was no longer shocked to receive a definite answer. Meeting Fu Baobao's round eyes, he coughed lightly twice and said, "Give me a hug."
"Don't worry, these flames won't hurt him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the flames on the nine chains retreated to the rocky section.
Fu Mingxu hesitated, wanting to ask his father why he had suffered such a fate, but seeing his father's calm expression and the hint that he was avoiding the topic, he ultimately didn't ask.
Well, we've already found him. Once we rescue my father, there's no rush for anything else.
Han Tao handed Fu Baobao to Fu Yangxu. At this moment, the pure white fish tail had skillfully transformed into the legs of a human baby. Fu Yangxu took the baby without giving Han Tao a second glance.
Han Tao didn't mind. He put Fu Baobao in his arms and stepped back, standing quietly beside Fu Mingxu.
Soft, fluffy little babies are always especially endearing, especially since this baby carries my son's blood.
Fu Baobao was very well-behaved. Although her eyes were always on Fu Mingxu and Han Tao, she still showed a soft smile when Fu Yangxu teased her.
Fu Yangxu's heart melted at the sight, and even his aversion to Han Tao lessened considerably.
Fu Mingxu watched their actions quietly, then couldn't help but send a telepathic message to Han Tao: "Why aren't you saying anything?"
The flames cast a warm glow on his stern face.
Han Tao lowered his eyes slightly, his deep voice conveying: "The more you say, the more mistakes you make."
Fu Mingxu: ?
That seems to make sense.