My Son Is Zhu Yuanzhang. Call Me Dad, and I’ll Teach You Immortality!

In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, the Ming Dynasty was in an uproar!

Zhu Yuanzhang's own father, who should have rotted into dry bones, had burst out of his coffin! And he had become a Nascent Soul Ancestor!

The Ming Dynasty was starved of spiritual energy? The path to immortality was severed? No problem!

Zhu Shizhen slapped his thigh. “Chongba, my son, your dad will teach you a new trick: bind yourself to the nation's fortune and cultivate immortality! The more prosperous the nation, the stronger your dad gets!”

The cavalry of the Northern Yuan descended like a nightmare! Just as the enemy commander shouted for a charge, thunderbolts from the heavens struck their mark! A million soldiers wailed, “The Ming army has actual immortals!”

The new Imperial Observatory towered above the Hall of Heavenly Favor. Zhu Yuanzhang said, “Th-this violates court protocol!”

Zhu Shizhen replied, “Protocol? Your dad will teach you the Way of Heaven! Stand higher, see farther, and it's easier to command the wind and rain!”

Zhu Shizhen sat back with everything under control, bound to the fortune of the Ming Dynasty:

To destroy the Northern Yuan? Dad waves his hand, and clear skies turn into a prison of thunder!

To invade Annam? Dad stomps his foot, and the earth heaves, opening the city gates!

To quell internal unrest? Dad blinks, and demons and monsters reveal their true forms!

Wherever the Ming Dynasty's borders reach, so too does my immortal path! The nation's fortune is a dragon, and it will help me ascend to immortality!

In the Hall of Heavenly Favor, he made a shocking pronouncement:

“Chongba, listen to your dad. Pass the throne to Yingying.”

Zhu Yuanzhang slammed the table, his imperial wrath flaring. “What kind of demon priest are you? How dare you meddle with the Zhu family's rule?! Drag him out and execute him!”

The entire hall fell silent!

Zhu Shizhen's hair and beard stirred without a breeze, as the pressure of his Nascent Soul filled the imperial hall:

“Unfilial son! Kneel!

I am your own father, Zhu Wusi! If you don't call me Dad today, I'll show you what it means to get beaten by your immortal-cultivating father!”

“Call me Dad! I'll teach you what true immortal cultivation and eternal life are: may the Ming Dynasty prosper for ten thousand years!”

(Zhu Yuanzhang: eyes trembling in shock! The dragon throne is burning his backside!)