Chapter 1: Unrivalled Weakling
Nestled amidst the swirling mists veiling the summit of the supreme sect's peak in the vast expanse of the Murim world, the mistress of Celestial Dragon Mountain let out a piercing cry that echoed through the heavens. As the midwife tenderly brushed away beads of sweat from her furrowed brow, the air crackled with anticipation. Under the cover of darkness, with the clock inching closer to the stroke of two, the midwife caught the first glimpse of the unborn heir's crown, a beacon of hope amid the shadows of the world.
"I can see the head, madam! One last push!" the midwife sobbed with joy despite the excruciating scream from the lady in labour.
With the newborn princess safely in the world, the midwife's attention turned to the exhausted Madam Zhao, the wife of the supreme sect leader. She called for the doctor, her hands never leaving the new mother's side.
"You did very well, Madam. The baby is safely born," the midwife claimed, wiping the mother down with a fresh towel and warm water. Have you thought of a name?"
Before Madam Zhao could answer, the baby's sharp cry interrupted their conversation. However, their happiness was short-lived when the physician cried out in panic.
The bedroom trembled violently, its walls vibrating with energy so potent that even the guards stationed outside felt a shiver run down their spines. With a sense of urgency gripping the air, the patriarch of the Celestial Dragon Sect wasted no time, bursting into the room with determination to get rid of the intruder etched on his face. But as his eyes fell upon the epicentre of the disturbance, his confidence wavered, replaced by a mixture of shock and disbelief. This was no ordinary intruder. As he locked eyes on his newborn daughter, who wielded a power reserved only for those who had attained the revered status of a Radiant Core Cultivator, Zhao Mingfeng's eyes darkened.
As a cultivator, he grappled with the weight of his decision, torn between the instincts of a protective father and the obligations of his martial lineage. To unleash such a drastic measure upon anyone, let alone his own flesh and blood, went against every fibre of his being. Yet, as he gazed upon his fragile and innocent newborn daughter, he knew there was no other choice.