Chapter 1 The Birth of the First Person in History.
Outside the delivery room of the Spirit Pagoda's exclusive hospital, a handsome, tall middle-aged man paced anxiously back and forth, frequently stopping to peer into the room. An elderly man sitting on a bench nearby frowned upon seeing this. "Qingfeng, calm down. There are doctors from the Spirit Pagoda inside, and Xuan Yu is there too. Zheng Leng will be fine."
"Brother, Father is right. You should sit down and rest too," a man beside the elderly man, who resembled the middle-aged man, advised. Just as the three were talking, the delivery room door was suddenly pushed open by a nurse.
"Old Tower Master, Ancient Tower Master, Lord of Purgatory. Lord Han Yun has given birth! She gave birth to a boy weighing six pounds and seven ounces!" The three people in front of the nurse had vanished before the words were even finished.
"Zheng Leng, how are you?" The middle-aged man, Qian Gu Qingfeng, went straight to his wife's bedside as soon as he entered the room. "Qingfeng, I'm alright. Quickly, look at our son."
At this moment, the father and son, known as the Old Tower Master and the Eternal Tower Master, brought the baby over. The baby's skin was flawless and radiant, and his pair of blue-gold heterochromatic eyes were captivating. "Qingfeng, give our son a name." Qiangu Qingfeng took his son from his father's arms. Looking at that chubby little face, he felt a warm glow in his heart.
"Chenran, Qiangu Chenran." "Chenran!" Xia Zhengleng took the child from her husband's arms, looking at him with loving eyes.
Six years later, at the headquarters of the Spirit Pagoda. "Chenran, did you eat the Profound Water Pill today?" Xia Zhengleng, dressed in casual clothes, called upstairs. "Mom, I ate it all a long time ago. I'm so hungry, I want to eat stewed dragon tendons."
A boy with white hair and blue-gold heterochromatic eyes pounced towards Xia Zhengleng. Seeing this, Xia Zhengleng used her soul power to make the boy land precisely in her arms. "You little rascal, aren't you afraid of falling?"
"No, Mom will catch me." Qian Gu Chenran rubbed his face against Xia Zheng Leng's chest. Xia Zheng Leng hugged Qian Gu Chenran tightly with a loving expression.
The couple had a son late in life, and naturally doted on this only child. Not to mention Xia Zheng Leng herself, Qian Gu Qing Feng, because of his childhood experiences, devoted everything to Qian Gu Chenran. Not to mention the Xuan Shui Pill he received once a month, he also ate various medicinal dishes and soul beast meat every day, changing the variety. This made Qian Gu Chenran grow to 1.3 meters tall by the age of six.
"Alright, Mom will go and stew some dragon tendons for you first. After dinner, I'll take you to awaken your martial soul."
"Okay!" Qian Gu Chenran agreed as he walked to the sofa, turned on his game console, and started playing with great interest.
Xia Zheng Leng watched this scene, smiled slightly, and turned to walk towards the kitchen. Just as she was halfway through cooking, she felt a pair of large hands wrap around her waist. "Zheng Leng, what delicious food are you making? It smells so good, I'm starving." "Your son wants stewed dragon tendon, don't bother him." Xia Zheng Leng turned to look at her husband and said irritably.
"My son still loves dragon tendon." Seeing this, Qian Gu Qing Feng helped his wife. "Qing Feng, I was just saying, if, if Chen Ran hadn't awakened the Panlong Staff martial soul, what would have happened to Father..."
"Hmph! What's meant for Chen Ran can't be taken away by anyone. Is the Panlong Staff necessarily stronger than my Purgatory Halberd? Then Qian Gu Dong Feng wouldn't have lost to me back then." "Mom, I'm hungry." As the couple were talking, Qian Gu Chen Ran's voice came from behind.
"Alright, let's eat first, Chen Ran is hungry." Qian Gu Qing Feng suppressed his emotions and, together with Xia Zheng Leng, brought the dishes to the table.
Looking at Qian Gu Chenran sitting at the table, Qian Gu Qingfeng felt all the gloom in his heart dissipate. "Son, quickly try the dragon tendon stew your father made."
"What do you mean you stewed it? You only added a few potatoes, the rest was all made by me." Xia Zheng coldly pulled Qian Gu Qingfeng's ear while serving food to Qian Gu Chenran. Amid Qian Gu Qingfeng's repeated cries of "Wrong," the Qian Gu family began their breakfast.
(End of Chapter)