Chapter 263: The Miraculous Space That Weaves Cotton

Youchao Xuan laughed so broadly he couldn't close his mouth, and he gave Ying a hearty nod, "That's right, the Goddess is pregnant. Congratulations, Ying, you are finally going to become a father."

"I'm going to be a father, I'm going to be a father…"

That day Ying acted as if he were mad, alternating between laughing and excitement as he told everyone that he had a child, that he finally shared Bone Blood with Nan Qinghuan.

The tribe had never seen Ying so excited; even when he defeated the strongman and became Clan Leader years ago, he hadn't been this happy.

This child really arrived at the right time.

Mother, Axi, and a group of people were ecstatic on the spot.

Mother even ran outside to kneel and thank the Heavenly God, thanking the Heavenly God for granting Nan Qinghuan and Ying a child.

Nan Qinghuan now had a child; once the news spread, it caused a huge stir!

Soon, under the publicity, everyone in the entire Tribe knew, even the birds in the trees could tell that the Tribe had a joyous event.

The tribe members were even happier than if they themselves had a child, because the child Ying had long awaited finally arrived.

That day, the tribe gathered and stopped working, treating the day as a grand celebration.

Every household contributed what it could—those who could work did work, they slaughtered chickens and monkeys, and butchered lambs to celebrate the long‑awaited child.

She arrived; she finally came amid the tribe's anticipation.

Ying also went out to make offerings to thank the Heavenly God, and the happiest of all was naturally Mother; Mother hadn't expected the sacred fruit to be so effective, and she became pregnant in just a moment, but she feared it might be a false joy, so she asked Youchao Xuan to verify repeatedly.

Youchao Xuan couldn't help laughing, "Mother, no need to verify the truth. The Goddess taught me that if someone is pregnant, there will be a faint pulse, that means there is a child. If you don't believe it, wait until the Goddess awakens and she can feel the pulse herself. I trust my medical skill has no problem."

Even with Youchao Xuan's assurance, Mother was still uneasy, "But why hasn't she awakened yet? I'm really worried."

"She must be too exhausted; the child is still small and she might not even realize it. Haven't we been working these past few days? She's tired."

"Oh dear, from now on she can't go out. No more. I'll handle the household chores from now on."

"Mother, look at you, you're so happy as if you were about to give birth right now; Nan Qinghuan's child is only a month old, still early."

"A month? That's so tiny."

"Mother, congratulations, congratulations!"

The tribe members hurried to offer congratulations and brought gifts from their homes, expressing welcome for Nan Qinghuan's child's arrival.

As a result, Ying and Nan Qinghuan's house became packed with gifts.

There were bird eggs, cured meat, and freshly slaughtered wild boar meat; everything the tribe could think of as a good offering was sent here, to help Nan Qinghuan stay plump and give birth to a healthy child.

Night was falling, and only then did Nan Qinghuan finally get enough sleep.

When she opened her eyes, she thought… it's so noisy? What's happening outside, is there a fire? "Qinghuan, you're awake?"

Ying, who had just returned from the offering, saw her awake and immediately lifted her up; Nan Qinghuan thought of that bowl of fresh blood and couldn't help feeling like vomiting again.

"Qinghuan, have some water. Youchao Xuan said you should drink water as soon as you wake up—warm, here you go."

Nan Qinghuan still didn't know what had happened; seeing Ying so attentive didn't make her angry, she knocked over that blood, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Ying, I'm sorry, I spilled your Divine Beast Blood, causing you to waste a slash."

She felt ashamed seeing the wound on Ying's arm; she never imagined he would let his blood flow for her to drink—this ancient custom is truly unbearable.

Ying, seeing her apologize to him, felt even more guilty, "It was my fault. I didn't know you were pregnant yet I gave you blood to drink. Qinghuan, we have a child now, thanks to the Heavenly God, thank you."

Ying gently kissed her forehead, murmuring to himself, as if thanking the Heavenly God and also thanking Nan Qinghuan.

Her arrival made his life colorful and meaningful; he too was going to become a father.

Nan Qinghuan was stunned by his words.

"Ying, what did you say?"

Her mind buzzed as if about to explode; she immediately took her own pulse.

When she realized the pulse seemed… truly indicating pregnancy, the child was very small; no wonder her period hadn't arrived for so long—she had thought, as before, it was just an imbalance, but now she realized she was pregnant.

Great, now that she's pregnant, she still drinks that ghost blood.

"Is it there?"

Ying was so excited he wanted to pick her up and spin her around, but Youchao Xuan had told him that pregnant people must not be jostled. From today on, he must take good care of her, caring for mother and child until his child is safely born.

Nan Qinghuan saw his expectant gaze, then nodded; she was also very happy, finally it happened, and she wanted to hold the man and cry.

It's been so hard.

"Exactly, it's a joyous pulse. Who showed it to me?"

She smiled so broadly, happiness arrived a bit too suddenly.

Since the Shamaness A Yue died, she has been the one treating the tribe's illnesses; now that she has collapsed, who will treat them? Ying's eyes are full of her, his indulgence makes others jealous.

"It was Youchao Xuan who showed it to you, Qinghuan. We finally have a child."

Youchao Xuan… she recalled that silver‑haired youth; he truly received her true inheritance.

Indeed, there's no mistake—she is pregnant!

Seeing Ying so fond of the child and now having his wish fulfilled, she was also happy, reaching out to gently stroke his face—somewhat rough but not unpleasant.

His wheat‑colored skin looked very healthy.

"Ying, are you happy?"

Ying was startled, bowed his head and kissed her small mouth; that kiss made her instantly stop asking, it was clear whether she was happy or not.

After a while, he finally let go of her, panting.

"Qinghuan, of course I'm happy. I even dreamed of having a settlement, but that's yours and mine; I wanted it, you know?"

What he wanted to tell her was that he wanted a child not because he wanted to be a father, but because he wanted a child with Nan Qinghuan.

To nurture a flower with their Bone Blood.

Nan Qinghuan: "..."

How does this wild man's words stir the heart so much? The heart pounds.

Who could bear this? Nan Qinghuan now understood; no wonder she reacted strongly to the blood—it was because she was pregnant.

She reached out and took his arm; the wound was still there, and she felt a pang of sympathy, wanting to bandage it, but Ying shook his head, "The small wound is fine."

She gently stroked the wound above, feeling sorry, "From now on don't cut yourself, I don't need to drink your blood, nor the Unicorn's blood, understand?"

Ying nodded like crushing garlic, Qinghuan's words were always right.

"Qinghuan, does it hurt? If not, I'll take you to see the Bonfire; they are happy they know you're pregnant, celebrating you."

"Are the clan members all here?"

"All here, let's go, I'll carry you to the lively place."

"Hey, I won't go there first; I want you to take me somewhere. I want to make something, as the first gift for this child's arrival, so that when my child is born they'll have Shoes to wear."

"Shoes?"

Ying looked at his soon‑to‑break leather Shoes, Qinghuan still wants to make Shoes? What Ying didn't expect was that Nan Qinghuan let her carry him to the Cave where they live; the sky was about to darken, and it was pitch‑black and oppressive.

He lit a torch and shone it inside, seeing many baskets; indeed, the items inside were what Qinghuan had brought back today.

"Qinghuan, what are we doing here?"

Nan Qinghuan looked at the Cotton in the baskets, took some, then looked at Ying, "Ying, I want to turn this Cotton into Cotton Cloth, then make Shoes—Cloth Shoes or Cotton Shoes—so the feet won't freeze in Winter."

This child really came at the right time; after she found the Cotton, the child's conditions will improve, and she is confident to give the child a better life.

Hearing this, Ying was puzzled; the Sheep Shoes on his feet were already torn and unreliable, yet he was reluctant to take them off, as they were made by Qinghuan and even if ruined he would still wear them. But can this thing called Cotton make Shoes? How can a tiny bundle become cloth? "Qinghuan, how do you plan to do it?"

Nan Qinghuan took a deep breath; she wanted to give Ying a miracle.

"Wait for me a moment, but whatever you see, don't panic; those are all treasures given to me by the Heavenly God, understand?"