Chapter 225: Cheng Feng's Progress

Cheng Feng did not stay idle either, taking advantage of this opportunity. Cheng Feng also began practicing the Bronze Statue Technique; as long as he could endure the initial pain and follow the Secret Manual step by step, the Panmian would soon form a skill icon.

This made Cheng Feng feel as if he had discovered a new continent; perhaps this was the new way to use the Panmian.

Techniques like cultivation arts still required aptitude, but these Horizontal Training arts generally focused on tempering at the start. As long as resources were sufficient and one could endure hardship, no aptitude was needed at all, and this was exactly what Cheng Feng's Panmian required.

As long as the skill was formed, Cheng Feng could later add points to reach the peak.

In the span of two months, Cheng Feng practiced even harder: by day at the Hong Sect hoping to gain entry, and by night on the beds of the Cheng Mansion.

Name: Cheng Feng

Lifespan: 17 (80)

Talent: More Children More Blessings

Skills: Fishing (Proficient 90/100)

Archery (Entry 12/100)

Basic Blade Technique (Master 1/200)

Thunder Blood-Burst Art (Perfect 500/500)

Swift Wind Blade Technique: (Entry 1/200)

Thunder Blade Technique: (Master 1/200)

Mountain Crushing Fist: (Master 1/200)

Chaotic Void Step: (Master 1/200)

Bronze Statue Technique: (Entry 1/300)

Fortune Point: 0

Lucky Bag: 0

He added points to the Mountain Crushing Fist and Chaotic Void Step, bringing them both to the Master level.

He also took the opportunity to officially gain entry into the Bronze Statue Technique.

With blade, fist, and footwork all entering the Master level, and the Horizontal Training art also initiated, Cheng Feng could finally relax and take a rest.

After all, regarding those affairs of the heart, if one always performed them as a task, although the body felt great, the spirit still felt a little empty.

After Cheng Feng had gained his harvest, he naturally wanted to relax his mind as well.

During this period, through Cheng Feng's continuous efforts, the Principal Wife, Senior Sister Zhao Wei, finally conceived.

After Yu Niang and Xu Miao became pregnant, Cheng Feng had been able to improve so quickly these past two months only by relying on the Senior Sister.

There was no helping it; afterwards, Cheng Feng also gathered all four major maidservants: Spring Rain, Summer Lotus, Autumn Moon, and Winter Plum.

Spring Rain and Summer Lotus had been in the Cheng Mansion the longest and were already Cheng Feng's intended women.

Qiu Yue had an impressive background and her looks were even more to Cheng Feng's liking.

Dongmei was a simple, innocent girl with no ulterior motives.

Cheng Feng naturally would not let go of the pastries prepared for him.

And very soon, the doctor said that Zheng Ya and Xiao Qing would give birth this month or early next month.

Cheng Feng had never forgotten the benefits of the Lucky Bag and kept a constant watch on the women.

Watching the people at Henglian Hall still working hard, Cheng Feng could not help but nod; life was becoming more and more promising.

Returning to the Cheng Mansion in the evening, Cheng Feng looked at the two women about to give birth and chatted gently about trivial matters.

The two women knew that their man was quite busy.

They did not expect Cheng Feng to still make time to specifically accompany them, and they were even more moved in their hearts.

"Oh!" Xiao Qing suddenly felt some discomfort in her belly.

Cheng Feng immediately walked to Xiao Qing's side and said anxiously, "What's wrong? It isn't coming out yet, is it?"

Xiao Qing's face turned pale from the pain: "Master, it hurts..."

Cheng Feng also lost his composure and hurriedly called the servants to find the doctor and the midwife.

They were all old acquaintances and had been arranged for long ago.

The house was in a state of chaos, but although it was a bit panicked, at least everything had been prepared.

"Oh, these contractions are becoming more frequent." Xiao Qing bit her lower lip tightly, beads of sweat seeping from her forehead, her face paler than before. Seeing this, Cheng Feng felt heartbroken; he gently held Xiao Qing's hand, trying to offer her some comfort with his own warmth.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Qing, I am right by your side. The doctor and midwife will be here soon, everything will go smoothly." Cheng Feng's voice carried a hint of anxiety, yet he tried his best to remain calm, hoping to bring Xiao Qing a sense of peace.

Servants shuttled through the courtyard, their footsteps hurried yet orderly as they busied themselves. Buckets of hot water were carried into the delivery room one after another, and clean cloths and necessary herbs were all prepared. The air was filled with a tense yet expectant atmosphere, and everyone prayed silently for the birth of this life.

Finally, hurried footsteps came from outside the door; the doctor and the midwife arrived almost simultaneously. They quickly checked Xiao Qing's condition, their faces showing professional judgment and a firm expression.

"Don't worry, Madam, the fetal position is correct. You just need to keep breathing and follow my instructions, and you will see your child soon." The midwife's voice was gentle yet firm, acting like a stimulant that slightly calmed Xiao Qing's nervous mood.

Cheng Feng stood to the side, his eyes full of concern and love for Xiao Qing. Although he could not bear this pain for her, he supported her silently in his own way—sometimes wiping the sweat from her forehead, sometimes adjusting her position so she could be a little more comfortable.

After Xiao Qing was moved into the delivery room, as time passed, the sound of Xiao Qing's irrepressible, painful breathing drifted from the room, interweaving with the wind outside and the light footsteps of the servants.

With a crisp cry, a new life arrived in this world.

"Congratulations, Master, it's a healthy little young master!" The midwife, full of joy, held the swaddled infant and reported the good news to Cheng Feng.

Upon hearing this, joy spread across Cheng Feng's face. He excitedly reached out both hands to take the child, and looking at that tender little face, an indescribable excitement surged in his heart.

"Xiao Qing, you've worked hard." Cheng Feng turned to look at the weak but gentle-faced Xiao Qing on the delivery bed, his voice filled with gratitude and love. Xiao Qing smiled slightly, her eyes shining with maternal radiance, as if all the pain had turned into sweetness at this moment.

Outside the house, the night's bright moon shone through the clouds, casting a cold yet soft light, as if it too were celebrating the arrival of this new life.

After settling the household, Cheng Feng hurried toward the Hong Mansion; if he didn't open this Lucky Bag tonight, he feared he wouldn't be able to sleep!

With Cheng Feng circulating his Blood Qi and running at full speed, he soon arrived at the Hong Mansion.

Pushing the door, entering, and closing the door were all done in one fluid motion.

Cheng Feng stared straight at the Lucky Bag icon on the Panmian.

The Lucky Bag, growing from small to large, occupied the entire Panmian, and a card was placed in Cheng Feng's hand.

Cheng Feng looked at the image on the card in his hand; it was a tall, handsome young man with sharp eyes and a high nose, elegant and dashing, wearing a headscarf, his flowing white hair paired with a magnificent black robe, truly a cold and cool-looking hunk.

"It's him?" Cheng Feng looked at this familiar figure, feeling a sudden touch of excitement.

A swordsman who is both righteous and evil, who never stops chasing after his senior brother—there really is no one else like him.

The domineering ultimate move—"Traversing the Eight Directions"—was also once a dream of Cheng Feng's!

It is not that Cheng Feng likes villains, but that villains are truly handsome!