Chapter 74

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Protagonist:

Shen Yao

Shen Yao is far more than just some peerless treasure; in Luochen Zhenjun's eyes, Shen Yao is the perfect immortal maiden who can save his foolish disciple from dire straits.

Although in the cultivation world, reaching the end of cultivation truly holds the possibility of becoming a god or immortal.

But that has long been the stuff of legend; Luochen Zhenjun has cultivated to this day and never seen what a true immortal maiden looks like, yet judging by Shen Yao's current performance, hmm, this is precisely the good immortal maiden in his heart.

Shen Yao had not yet reacted from Fu Hengyan being called "the third party," when she turned her head and both she and Fu Hengyan were sent directly onto the room's bed with a wave of Luochen Zhenjun's hand.

Shen Yao: ……

"Young lady, your body is temporarily unharmed, but if you wish to safely deliver the spirit fetus, you will still need to endure some hardship later on."

Luochen Zhenjun stroked his white beard and told Shen Yao some matters concerning the spirit fetus.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the anxious Fu Hengyan, "Master, has the Junior Sister Sun this disciple invited come along with you?"

Junior Sister Sun Ruoxue; Fu Hengyan had mentioned this person to Shen Yao in his leisure — she is a rare orthodox Medical Cultivator of the Tianjian Sect, able to revive the dead and regrow bones, her own abilities immense.

This pregnancy of Shen Yao's was secured by Fu Hengyan expending favors to invite Sun Ruoxue to safeguard it.

Yet now, seeing his relative (Master) but not the doctor, Fu Hengyan grew anxious.

Luochen, hearing this, glared at Fu Hengyan in annoyance, "They are still on the road behind.

This Seat feared you would worry, so I specially drove my flying sword and rushed all the way.

Rest assured, your Senior Brothers will all come; this time our entire Lingyun Peak lineage will be present, and we will certainly ensure the safety of your wife and children."

Fu Hengyan pursed his lips, his expression conflicted, "Is that not a bit too grand?"

Though the Lingyun Peak lineage numbers only the four of them master and disciple, plus several disciple-nephews and one Ancestor Master, in the entire Tianjian Sect they are a renowned existence.

Because the people of Lingyun Peak are all sword-obsessed, or rather sword maniacs.

Half of the Tianjian Sect's illustrious reputation in Dongzhou was won by Lingyun Peak.

Now, for the sake of his own wife and children, Master has dragged Senior Brothers and disciple-nephews all to Yunwu City; Fu Hengyan would not regret it, but he also feels guilt.

Still, it was Luochen who saw through Fu Hengyan's issue at a glance; he hmphed, like an old mischievous child, "The child your Dao Companion carries is the future pillar of our Lingyun Peak.

If your Master does not bring more people, how can we guarantee absolute safety?

You must know, spirit fetus birth is difficult not only externally, but also internally."

Fearing the two juniors would not understand the peril within, Luochen did not deliberately conceal anything.

All the spirit fetus knowledge he understood, he laid out completely.

Only then did Shen Yao and Fu Hengyan suddenly realize — carrying a spirit fetus actually involved so many taboos.

The two of them, novice husband and wife, had managed to scrape through safely until now entirely because the two children in her womb were well-behaved; as long as the spiritual energy pipeline was sufficient, they would not act up.

"Judging by this, they will surely be sensible good children; once they become sword cultivators of my Lingyun Peak, punishing the wicked and eliminating evil will be no trouble at all."

Luochen finished with a hehe laugh; his entire aura was completely at odds with the cold, ruthless image of a sword cultivator.

Completely contrary to the big shot she had imagined, Shen Yao could only look to Fu Hengyan for help.

Fu Hengyan was also helpless; from the moment Master entered the residence until now, his attitude had been abnormally enthusiastic, a total reversal of the norm.

As one familiar with his own Master's routines, Fu Hengyan understood the other party wanted to accept disciples.

However, "Master, this disciple is already your closed-door disciple; opening the altar to accept disciples again would be somewhat improper."

Because Luochen Zhenjun has not accepted disciples for over a hundred years; the heavy oaths sworn by cultivators, to a certain extent, have a restrictive effect.

Violating an oath sworn long ago — lightly, it damages the Dao Heart and makes advancement difficult; heavily, it shatters the Dao Heart and leaves advancement hopeless.

Although his own Master indeed finds reaching Spirit Transformation somewhat difficult, he cannot simply give up because of difficulty; the fruit of breaking that oath had better not be eaten.

Luochen instantly found his own disciple a killjoy; unlike Fu Hengyan's worry, Luochen acted utterly unconcerned, "Oaths — void and ethereal.

In my early years I indeed said you were my closed-door disciple, and I would never accept another.

But these two children possess such outstanding aptitude; not bringing them into the Lingyun Peak lineage would shame our ancestors."

In any case, his reasons are all proper excuses; even if the ancestors knew, they would not blame him.

Besides, it was merely saying 'closed-door disciple' — that was then, this is now; a closed door can still be opened, one cannot be too rigid in conduct, one must know flexibility."

Luochen looked at his foolish disciple with slight regret, thinking to himself: I am clearly a clever person, how did I accept three disciples each more rigid than the last?

Even now, his disciple's own disciple-grandchildren show signs of developing in this direction.

Aiyo.

These two unborn children, no matter what, must be claimed for our Lingyun Peak lineage.

Otherwise, Luochen is very worried about Fu Hengyan's education of the next generation.

After all, those disciple-grandchildren of Lingyun Peak have received no lack of guidance from Fu Hengyan on ordinary days; yet looking at them now, each one so stiff and proper, Luochen only feels a headache.

Fu Hengyan knew nothing of the various conflicts in his Master's heart; he was still shocked by his Master's shamelessness — that such words could be spoken aloud; if the Sect Master Uncle Master heard, it would be another verbal battle royale.

Helplessly shaking his head, Fu Hengyan righteously refused his Master's suggestion, "When Tianjian Sect recruits disciples, let them go try on their own.

Master, cultivation is inherently rowing against the current; though this disciple hopes they can have smooth sailing, one must still consider reality."

Things like letting his own Master pull strings through the back door to accept disciples — Fu Hengyan's bottom line is somewhat high; he cannot accept it.

Luochen Zhenjun: ……

"Hmph! Just you, avoiding these trivialities day in and day out; otherwise you would not have landed yourself in that predicament back then." Luochen was practically worried to death by his foolish disciple; he had never seen such a stubborn person.

When I accepted him as a disciple back then, was I deceived by that little old man of the Fu Family?

He spoke of outstanding talent and pure, kind nature, but in reality he fell short by eight thousand li.

Muttering and grumbling, feeling deeply he had been had, Luochen Zhenjun turned his head, took out an exquisitely crafted, antique storage bracelet, and directly used spiritual power to float it before Shen Yao.

"When we first met, I had nothing good to give you. This storage bracelet contains some spiritual objects, nothing precious."

Rest assured and accept it; it can also help replenish spiritual power for the spirit fetus in your belly.

Spirit fetuses are born with spiritual roots; your body needs a large amount of spiritual energy to nourish it before childbirth.

No need to be courteous with me; just consider it something I, as your master, am doing for Cheng Qi.

When Luochen Zhenjun speaks seriously, he is still very convincing.

Shen Yao looked at the storage bracelet floating before her eyes and smiled as she put it away.

"Shen Yao thanks Luochen Master."

Since things have come to this point, Shen Yao had no need to be polite with the other party.

Besides, sword cultivators are straightforward; your politeness would be taken seriously by them.

If this caused me heavy losses, Shen Yao would feel heartache.

Sigh.

No way, there are still many children to raise behind, and the family assets definitely need to be saved up early.

Luochen Zhenjun came alone this time ahead of schedule just to confirm the condition of the spirit fetus Shen Yao carried.

Fortunately, the final result was all good, so Luochen Zhenjun simply had Fu Hengyan prepare a small courtyard for himself to stay at the City Lord's Mansion; for the next few months, he would stay by Shen Yao's side until protecting her to safely give birth to the child.

And with her own master joining, the burden on Fu Hengyan's body immediately lightened somewhat.

Especially with Luochen Zhenjun stationed at the City Lord's Mansion, Fu Hengyan had time to handle accumulated affairs, so as not to let certain matters drag on too long, affecting the City Lord's Mansion's reputation while damaging Yunwu City's public security situation.

Time flew by, and another three months passed; at this time Shen Yao had been pregnant for over eight months.

Cultivators and mortals have the same gestation period: ten months of pregnancy, one moment of delivery.

Shen Yao carried twins, and because the spiritual energy supply was sufficient, development was excellent; she had long reached the day for childbirth.

In Xuanru Garden, defensive arrays of various levels had already been laid out.

Just waiting for Shen Yao to give birth here; once the defensive array is activated, no one can threaten the safety of the small courtyard.

"The time is about right, Little Three; how is the situation in the delivery room now?"

Luochen Zhenjun held a sword in one hand, standing in Xuanru Garden's small courtyard making gestures; those who didn't know would think he was taking a stroll.

Actually, Luochen Zhenjun was performing calculation techniques; especially looking up, one could see the huge canopy above his head, gloomy mixed with various lightning and thunder, with pressure directly maxed out.

At this time, since Shen Yao was sent into the delivery room, several hours had already passed.

Except for the sound transmission jade talisman Fu Hengyan held in his hand, they had no communication channel with the inside of the delivery room.

Women giving birth like quietness; to avoid the thunder above striking down and startling Shen Yao, Xuanru Garden's defensive array had already opened more than half, ensuring any miscellaneous noise would be blocked outside.

Fu Hengyan shook his head, and when his gaze looked toward the delivery room, it inevitably carried a color of worry.

"No news has come out yet, but with Junior Sister Sun responsible for care, there should be no major problem."

Sun Ruoxue was a medical cultivator with Golden Core cultivation, rare in the Tianjian Sect.

Because of the Tianjian Sect's special (fighting) attribute, the Tianjian Sect's medical cultivators all have rich experience in treating people.

This time Fu Hengyan could invite Sun Ruoxue out of the mountain, still using old favors from early years.

Otherwise, in a situation like going out for several months, Sun Ruoxue generally would not give face.

After all, treating sickness and saving people is the same everywhere; staying in the Tianjian Sect treats more people.

"Junior Martial Brother, rest assured; Junior Sister Sun's medical skills are superb, nothing will happen."

As Fu Hengyan's Eldest Senior Brother, Zhao Shichao patted his shoulder.

Just as Luochen Zhenjun said, this time for Shen Yao's childbirth, Lingyun Peak really mobilized together, including Eldest Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, and several young Shi Jiu; except for those in closed-door cultivation who temporarily couldn't come out, everyone who could come arrived.

Zhao Shichao is Zhao Kaiming's master, and also Zhao Kaiming's grandfather's generation, with Golden Core Late Stage cultivation, far from Nascent Soul.

"For now, we still need to handle the people of the City Lord's Mansion first."

Second Senior Brother Li Siyuan spoke, his gaze coldly looking toward outside the small courtyard.

For several days already, the restless breath made Li Siyuan especially sensitive.

After all, before coming to Yunwu City, Li Siyuan had indeed gone to Xizhou and Zhongzhou and killed many Magic Cultivators and Evil Cultivators; that disgusting smell would not be wrong.

"Master."

Fu Hengyan looked toward Luochen Zhenjun at the very front, also intending to first handle the internal unrest of the City Lord's Mansion.

"No rush, no rush," Luochen stroked his beard, smiling and pointing to the sundial, "Wait until noon, when yang energy is heaviest, then it's good to cut the grass and remove the roots."

Those Magic Cultivators and Evil Cultivators actually dared to scheme against Luochen Zhenjun's juniors; they must prepare to die.

"If it can be solved at once, don't drag it to twice; later when we leave Yunwu City, we cannot leave hidden dangers."

As the saying goes, cut the grass but not the roots, and the spring wind blows them back to life.

Like these tumors of the Cultivation World, they should long ago be sent to Jiu Quan to atone for their sins.

Luochen Zhenjun's last sentence was especially domineering; after hearing it, Fu Hengyan and his two senior brothers all nodded in agreement.

As the clouds above thickened, the sundial soon reached noon.

Fu Hengyan and the other two's auras changed suddenly; in an instant, the people had disappeared from Xuanru Garden.

Immediately after, subtle changes occurred in the entire City Lord's Mansion.

Luochen Zhenjun heard nothing of outside affairs, like an unconcerned person continuing to stroll.

Until the flying sword in his hand responded and flew out, like a stream of cloud flying backward and then quickly returning.

At the edge outside Xuanru Garden's door, like dominoes, several people who died with eyes not closed fell down.

Until death, not half a word could be spoken, and they couldn't even enter the door.

"Ah! My belly!"

The originally quiet abdomen suddenly began to churn and roll violently.

Shen Yao lay on the bed, unable to help but clutch the bedding beneath her tightly with both hands.

Sun Ruoxue, who was responsible for delivering the baby on one side, hurried forward to check the situation, and called for Bai Wei and Bai Mei to bring the prepared Spirit Soup to feed Shen Yao.

"There was just movement; wanting to give birth, I'm afraid there's still a while," Sun Ruoxue soothed Shen Yao's emotions, then felt her pulse again, confirmed the fetus already had a tendency to descend, hurriedly activated the Jade Talisman in her hand, and had Shen Yao try to exert force.

After Shen Yao finished drinking the Spirit Soup, her body temporarily gained strength; she gritted her teeth and rallied, then heard continuous thunderous rumbling exploding beside her ears.

The room's environment grew dim; even with Illumination Talisman Paper and night-bright lamps, they still couldn't block the enormous pressure drifting in from outside.

Sweat drops on her face kept falling down both sides; the system in Shen Yao's brain cheered her on in various ways, but unfortunately Shen Yao didn't hear a single sentence; her thoughts had already become chaotic, her body mechanically executing Sun Ruoxue's requirements, trying her best to deliver the child in her womb.

Boom—Rumble————

Purple-gray lightning continuously cut down from the sky; even with the Small Courtyard's Defensive Array fully activated, it still couldn't block this world-destroying Thunder Power from above.

The neat-as-new Small Courtyard was blown into a mess; the transplanted Spiritual Plants and Spirit Trees all turned to Ashes.

With Luochen Zhenjun as the absolute center, the surrounding area for miles around remained clean as new.

Gazing coldly at the sky, Luochen Zhenjun formed hand seals and stood his sword upright; the silver-white Long Sword instantly filled with frosty cold Qi.

This is related to Luochen Zhenjun's Spiritual Root; with his Mutated Ice Spirit Root, the Frost Cold Sword emerges, shocking heaven and shaking earth.

When one batch of Thunder/Lightning disappeared, fireballs flashing with dark red light within purple-gray condensed again in the sky.

Despite the great distance, Luochen could still feel the heat rushing toward his face.

As if placed above the Nine Nether Purgatory, and as if countless scorching magma sprayed upward from below with the sky as center.

In just an instant, it swallowed the Thunder/Lightning, carrying its power as it pounced downward.

The fireball flashing with dark red and purple-gray light had tremendous momentum.

The entire Small Courtyard, in merely an instant, became the other party's absolute Domain!

Scorching, searing high temperatures, seemingly able to burn everything to nothing.

Firelight rolled and surged, inspiring awe and despair.