Chapter Thirty-Nine: Long Haochen? Oh no, Bai Haochen is born!
The weather suddenly turned cold. Zhen Nan Pass, situated in the south, rarely saw snowfall. With the chill settling in, people simply layered on more clothing.
Over a month slipped quietly by, and Bai Yue’s time to give birth arrived.
Bai Nianxuan stood at the doorway of her room, listening to the cries of pain within, shock written across her face. She was stunned as basins of blood-soaked water were carried out one after another. Childbirth was truly a hardship for women—especially since Bai Yue had not shown the slightest...
A slender, fair arm, its delicate hand drenched in fresh blood, forcefully blocked the powerful downward slash of a burly man’s blade.
Closing his eyes, Cui Feng focused his divine sense. The Ten Halls of Yama technique began to operate. The circular seal had locked away his spiritual and physical power, but had not stripped him of his cultivation methods, spells, or supernatural abilities.
Only Chen Yi wore a grave expression. He understood now; he finally knew why Dao Chen’s strength had been sealed. It must be that, like Liu Li, he had swallowed the powerful essence of a demon beast’s core—not refining it, but having it sealed within his dantian, to be gradually unsealed through future cultivation.
Upon hearing Lu Tong’s voice, Shi Yi had no time to bid farewell to Fei Liangyan and Liu Lingshan, dashing back to the dormitory in haste.
“Why am I the only bloodline left in my sect?” Shi Yi wondered in confusion. How could such a vast sect have only one child—herself?
Her words exploded like a thunderclap in the Federal Hospital, causing everyone to unconsciously stop what they were doing and look toward the new recruit. Several nurses screamed as they rushed to Ye Liaosha’s side, staring at the two patients before her.
“This is hardly a novel idea,” Xiao Menglou thought with a bitter smile, glancing at Lin Peng and Valentine beside him. Lin Peng and Valentine exchanged knowing smiles.
Yet it was precisely these two insignificant traces of blood that magnified the thought in Xie Qiao’s mind until it consumed his every waking moment.
Even so, his unresponsive body left him unable to move, unable even to get up, let alone bring down this bear-like, thick-skinned, iron-willed super tank.
One was his fifth aunt, Bai Qu, another was his seventh aunt, Chen Baiyunshao, and the last was his mother’s dear friend, Long Xia Caiwu.
The massive “flame scythe” closed the distance between them, the roaring cries rising and falling, nearly tearing the night sky apart.
Magic crystals, as the continent’s main energy source, made magic crystal mines a common sight. Yet the vein in the Tianyue Wasteland was not only of high grade, but also of immense scale. No wonder the emperor of the Sacred Light Empire was willing to stake everything against the emperor of the Bafei Empire for its sake.
“Radar shows an island, but we’ve long since left any known land behind. The latest maps list no reef or islet here, not for hundreds of miles in any direction.” The first mate’s face was grave.
“Commander, why do you suddenly ask about others?” Hualou felt certain Bai Yungui wouldn’t discuss politics with her; if he was asking about Li Fangjing, there was surely something more behind it.
“So you just slap a label on me at will? I haven’t even eaten yet—are you going to feed me or not?” Wu Di suddenly blurted out, completely off topic.
He no longer cared if breaking the rules would get him eliminated; more iron balls were already hurtling toward him, and all he could do was focus once more on dodging.
The wheels clattered along the tracks and rumbled into the distance. Murong Bancen remained standing, not turning back until the sound of the train faded into silence.
Her heart clenched painfully again—this time, even more sharply and intensely than during the day. Mu Yan sat up cautiously, gulping down air to ease the ache in her chest, but the agony was so fierce it felt as though her body would be torn apart; her breathing grew more and more labored.