Chapter 292: Cheng Mei

After the New Year, the Cheng Mansion was once again filled with an atmosphere of anticipation and joy. Meiniang and the senior martial sister Zhao Wei, two women about to become mothers, had the entire family immersed in warmth and tension.

Meiniang was pregnant first, and her physical condition constantly tugged at the hearts of Cheng Feng and the whole family, while senior martial sister Zhao Wei would follow suit after some time, making this anticipation even more intense.

Throughout the Cheng Mansion, from servants to masters, everyone was making meticulous preparations for the arrival of the two expectant mothers. The servants busied themselves moving between rooms, paying close attention to hygiene everywhere, while organizing the delivery rooms and preparing all the supplies needed for the infants;

Meanwhile, the women of the household took turns keeping Meiniang and Zhao Wei company, using their rich experience to provide the most thoughtful care and guidance.

Cheng Feng was even more hands-on; he not only paid attention to his two wives' diet and daily life but also specifically invited the best midwife in the city and a doctor with superb Medical Skill in advance to ensure nothing went wrong.

He was no longer the person he once was, someone with no influence, no money, and no background.

With a simple order, someone would bring a doctor to the house to be on standby.

One tael of silver a day?

No problem, Cheng Feng could afford it; money was meant to be spent at times like this.

As time passed, the day of Meiniang's delivery drew closer. The atmosphere inside the Cheng Mansion became increasingly tense and full of anticipation. The family members counted the days every day, praying that everything would go smoothly.

Finally, on a sunny morning, Meiniang's room was filled with the joy of a new life being born.

That crisp cry, like the sound of nature, instantly pierced every corner of the Cheng Mansion, announcing the arrival of a new life.

Cheng Feng's heart was filled with a warm force at this moment. He quickly entered the delivery room, knelt by the bed, and held tightly onto Meiniang's hands—slightly exhausted from the labor yet still gentle—and said happily, "Meiniang, you've worked hard."

Meiniang looked at her husband's eyes full of tenderness, and a satisfied smile curled at the corners of her mouth. Although she had experienced the hardships of childbirth, the sense of happiness at this moment made her feel that everything was worth it.

She shook her head gently, signaling that she was not tired, and just gazed tenderly at the little life lying beside her, her eyes full of the radiance of maternal love.

Cheng Feng gently picked up the child, carefully examining the tender little face, and said to Meiniang, "It's a girl, let's call her Cheng Mei, just like the plum blossoms in winter; the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

Meiniang rolled her eyes at her man, just about to say that Cheng Feng was being lazy, but the artistic conception of the phrase "the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold" left her lost in thought.

Meiniang was also well-read, so she naturally knew what was good.

She nodded and said, "I will listen to everything the master says."

The family members who arrived afterward also gathered around one after another; some picked up the newborn with light steps, protecting her carefully; others surrounded Meiniang and Cheng Feng, sharing this indescribable joy and emotion.

The room was filled with laughter and a warm atmosphere, and everyone was celebrating the birth of this new life in their own way.

After the joy of celebrating the arrival of the new life, Cheng Feng temporarily hid the excitement and joy in his heart, turning instead to a more composed demeanor as he headed straight for the study.

Every birth of his own bloodline represented an opportunity, an opportunity for a Lucky Bag draw.

Cheng Feng had ten children, but he still couldn't grasp the pattern of the Lucky Bag draws, but having one was better than having none.

Lucky Bag, here I, Cheng Feng, come!

Inside the study, the light was soft and the air was thick with the scent of books; it was an important place for Cheng Feng to handle family affairs and think about the future. He gently pushed open the door, stepped inside, and immediately ordered the servants not to disturb him.

Cheng Feng sat at the desk, focusing all his attention on the Lucky Bag icon on the Panmian, and clicked it slowly. It began to rotate from small to large on the panel, as if performing a mysterious ritual, foreshadowing unknown fate and opportunity.

Cheng Feng's gaze followed the rotating Lucky Bag, his heart filled with both curiosity and a hint of anticipation.

Finally, a card appeared in Cheng Feng's hand. Cheng Feng turned his palm over to look, and an exquisite card came into view.

There was no complex text on the card, only a vivid scene: a blood-red herb standing proudly in a gale, with corpses piled like mountains around it, and blood being continuously absorbed by the roots of the Zhuangfu Grass.

Its color was like the purest fresh blood, revealing an extraordinary aura, and the fruit it bore was like a heart, beating slowly.

Cheng Feng carefully contemplated the information on the card: "Its color is like blood, its taste is sweet, its roots can be divided, and its fruit can refine organs; it is called Zhuangfu Grass."

Just by looking at this organ-refining grass, Cheng Feng knew that this was definitely some kind of precious medicinal material, and it might even hide some special use or value.

After carefully confirming the information on the card again, Cheng Feng was ecstatic.

Zhuangfu Grass survives by absorbing the blood of living beings and enhances the function of the human internal organs. More importantly, its roots have a very strong ability to divide; once one is found, feeding it with fresh blood makes it possible to propagate it in large quantities through artificial cultivation.

The Zhuangfu Fruit it produces provides benefits to Martial Artists below the True Qi Realm, and furthermore, long-term consumption can increase the probability of breaking through to Organ Refining, and even after becoming a Lianzhan Martial Artist, it is of great benefit to those in the early and middle stages of Organ Refining.

The last sentence on the card regarding its origin made Cheng Feng somewhat apprehensive: "It is a Ninth-Grade Earth Treasure for cultivating superior blood corpses."

Superior blood corpses??

Ninth-Grade Earth Treasure??

Can this type of fantasy vocabulary be used in this territory of Dazhou Prefecture??

At first glance, Cheng Feng thought he had arrived in an Immortal world, but there were no legends of Immortals in this world???

Wait, Cheng Feng thought of the evil soldiers he encountered when he wiped out the Black Wind Stronghold.

Thinking back now, those traces of artificial creation were indeed too obvious.

Rather than calling them evil soldiers, it would be better to call them evil corpses.

They were just a bit stronger in defense, a bit greater in strength, a bit faster in speed, and their recovery ability was also decent.

It was just that their brains didn't work very well, and they were a bit bloodthirsty.

Cheng Feng summarized the pros and cons of the evil soldiers.

He discovered that these evil soldiers were not something ordinary Martial Artists could deal with.

How distressing!

However, a raging fire ignited in Cheng Feng's eyes: "If Immortals really exist,

then could there be immortality?

And how should one go about seeking it??"

At this moment, Cheng Feng's interest was like dry grass being ignited; he simply couldn't stop.

He had the Panmian, could he become an Immortal?

After a long brainstorm, Cheng Feng finally stopped, rubbed his face, and muttered to himself, "You aren't even at Organ Refining, you aren't even a Martial Artist at the True Qi Realm,

Cheng Feng, what kind of beautiful dream are you having?"

After slapping himself twice, Cheng Feng finally managed to calm down.

Right now, he had money and manpower; alerting the enemy shouldn't be a problem.

"No, I still have to wait for Wei Zhuang to return before making any plans. The foundation of the Black Wind Stronghold must be dug out!"

At this very moment, Cheng Feng had a new goal and motivation.