Chapter 2804

Rongcheng Hospital.

Lin Wanqiu gently stroked her slightly protruding belly, her face full of happiness.

The child.

Her child.

At this moment, nothing else mattered; having him was enough.

"Qiqi,"

"How old is Dingding?"

Grandma Zhao Zihan asked curiously.

This child hadn't even been born yet, but the family had already given him a name—Ding, hoping he would live a peaceful and stable life, never encountering disaster, not seeking great wealth or status, just to be an ordinary person of the immortal sect; after all, the family had no prominent ancestors, no ancestral glory to revive.

"Sigh!"

"Haven't you said it already? It's been over six months! Asking day after day!"

Grandpa Lin Gang answered first.

Grandma glared at him.

"Hehe————"

Lin Wanqiu walked off in a daze, smiling foolishly, quite feeling like "one pregnancy, three years of foolishness."

The family chatted for a while when Uncle Lin Yong strode in, carrying big and small packages, shouting: "Sis! It's so crowded outside, traffic jammed for a long time; next time we'll switch to Rongcheng Second Hospital—it's a bit more expensive, but quiet, you little brother has plenty of money————"

"Who wastes money like that!"

"There will be even more places to spend money in the future; what's a little trouble————"

Grandma disagreed.

"How little money is this"

Uncle Lin Yong had just spoken when he suddenly turned his head.

Boom—

At the very center of Rongcheng City, a terrifying explosion sound came, followed immediately by a raging wind sweeping in all directions, instantly shattering every window in the room!

Woo—

Woo-woo-woo————

The alarm of the Immortal Sect Central Array Spirit Computer suddenly blared: "Alarm! Highest-level alarm! A troop of Dao soldiers from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace has broken through the Tian Gang Di Sha defense line, the shattered palace has fallen onto Rongcheng City, containing numerous Foundation Establishment cultivators and large numbers of Qi Refining cultivators descending!"

"Please all citizens quickly take shelter in air-raid shelters!"

"Please all citizens immediately take shelter in————"

"Immortal Sect reinforcements are coming shortly————"

"Please————"

The sudden alarm made the Lin family present turn deathly pale.

"Go!"

"Sis! Mom and Dad————"

Uncle Lin Yong, without hesitation, grabbed his grandparents and Lin Wanqiu, and the three fled toward the hospital's underground air-raid shelter, moving decisively and swiftly.

But suddenly, the entire hospital descended into chaos, crowds everywhere, pushing and shoving, no time to spare.

Just as a few people followed the crowd into the corridor, a terrifying sword light descended.

Boom—

The entire hospital building was cleaved open by a sword light, the upper floors reduced to powder, completely exposing Lin Wanqiu and the others to the air.

"Foundation Establishment!"

"Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

Lin Yong shouted in terror.

Through the severed building, they saw an ice-cold, scar-faced sword cultivator of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace wielding a golden sword, cleaving the building with one strike, his terrifying pressure leaving them mentally blank, unable to move even a fraction, no matter how fearful they felt.

Behind this Xuanwu Heavenly Palace sword cultivator were many more Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivators, ignoring the missile bombardment in the sky, madly rushing toward Rongcheng Hospital with extreme purpose.

"Here!"

"The Heaven's Chosen Son of the Ji极 Magic Gate is here!"

The scar-faced sword cultivator, without any hesitation, instantly locked onto Lin Wanqiu and the others with their slightly protruding bellies, his gaze bloodthirsty beyond measure.

"Kill!"

This peak Foundation Establishment sword cultivator, in an instant, burned himself—his lifespan, essence blood, flesh and blood, even his natal flying sword self-destructed—burning everything, unleashing a sword light comparable to the lowest level of Golden Core Stage, slashing toward Lin Wanqiu, this ordinary woman!

"Why?"

Lin Wanqiu cried out in fear.

She could not understand this mad Xuanwu Heavenly Palace cultivator at all!

Yet even at this moment, she instinctively shielded her abdomen with all her remaining strength, whether it looked useful or not.

It was useless.

That terrifying sword light had already descended.

Lin Wanqiu's heart filled with despair as she closed her eyes.

Just then!

A faint ripple spread outward.

This ripple was not grand or heavy, yet it seemed to represent the very essence of heaven and earth, gently brushing past all directions.

The Xuanwu Heavenly Palace peak Foundation Establishment cultivator who was about to unleash his sword suddenly stiffened.

"Truly interesting."

In the void, a low whisper came through.

This whisper was clear and pleasant, like the voice of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and in the ears of Uncle Lin Yong, Grandfather Lin Gang, Grandmother, and Lin Wanqiu, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Because this was the voice of their family!

Their family's voices were similar, with comparable tones.

Clang!

Sword light flashed past!

Burning all cultivators of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, a bloodstain appeared on their necks, their bodies limp as they fell, burning all—even a single sword could not be swung, and they were already utterly slain.

The sky brightened.

Lin Wanqiu cautiously opened her eyes.

She saw before her a phantom of a youth in green robes, his gaze weathered, holding a white bone sword faintly glowing with bloodlight, his aura transcendent and terrifying, bearing an aura that made people instinctively obey, giving the feeling that a single glance would make one kneel in submission.

But Lin Wanqiu was the exception.

She instinctively reached out, wanting to grab the green-robed youth's ear.

For no reason—just an instinctive motion, she felt no fear toward this weathered-eyed youth in green, and instinctively did so.

"Mom,"

"You treat a forty-billion-year-old earth immortal like this—is that alright? Don't I deserve face?"

Jiang Ding turned his gaze toward her, helplessly saying.

"Mom?"

Lin Wanqiu startled.

She had never given birth to a child.

Being called "Mom" out of nowhere, especially by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old high school student, would normally make her angry and irritable.

But this moment was an exception.

"You—"

Lin Wanqiu was bewildered.

She also did not know why she would have such a strange psychological feeling.

"Mom?!"

"Sis, you haven't had children, have you?"

Lin Yong shouted.

At this time, the uncle was unusually lively, lacking the mature and steady demeanor of a primary school teacher that Jiang Ding remembered.

Instead, he was somewhat like Jiang Yuan.

"Qiqi—"

The grandfather and grandmother were also stunned.

"Uncle, grandfather, grandmother."

"I am the one who came back from the future, as you see—I am currently being hunted, now I am still weak, lacking time to develop."

O

Jiang Ding sighed, producing strands of magic power that wrapped around several people.

"Wait!"

Grandfather Lin Gang wanted to say something.

But the next moment, they, along with Jiang Ding himself, burst forth with terrifying speed, flying swiftly away from Rongcheng Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, fleeing madly toward the direction of Xiandu, where the support warcraft of the immortal sect was rapidly approaching—only that direction offered a path to survival.

At the instant Jiang Ding fled Rongcheng Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the entire force of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace troops that had fallen upon Rongcheng without hesitation turned their direction, rushing to kill him, constantly locked on, pursuing him frenziedly.