For Elder Nether, Chen Zhixing still felt a deep kinship, as Elder Nether had accompanied him for eight years and protected him several times. Although it was part of his duty, it ultimately was a heart-for-heart exchange. If possible, Chen Zhixing hoped Elder Nether could untie this heart knot.
Thinking of this, Chen Zhixing clenched his palm, forming the snake-like Fallen Heart Flame into a ball.
"Lii Shuang."
"At your service." From a corner of the great hall, Lii Shuang's voice echoed amid the solitude.
"Deal with the Yuu Family girl in Elder Nether's courtyard. Remember to leave some traces, so that Elder Nether knows it was my doing."
"Understood!"
A gust of cold wind swept by, and Lii Shuang's figure dissolved into snow and wind.
Seeing this, Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow:
"Speaking of which, the cultivation technique practiced by the Snow Demon Race is somewhat similar to the Meng Family's Blazing Flame Heart Spell, except it requires the Snow Demon body as a foundation... No, perhaps the Snow Demon Race's technique is more like the Primordial Truth?
One requires a Treasure Body with the power of one hundred thousand jin, while the other needs the Snow Demon body; neither of these can be cultivated by ordinary people in the Cangxuan Realm, though they do seem to have a similar path."
As he finished speaking, Chen Zhixing reopened his palm, and the Fallen Heart Flame transformed into a black cloud, silently floating above his hand.
Gazing at the demonic fire in his palm, Chen Zhixing narrowed his eyes: "Perhaps you have a similar origin."
Whoosh...
A gentle breeze brushed by, and the black flame stirred with the wind, forming into a tiny black roc that spread its wings and flew.
"Such a treasure."
He once again grasped the Fallen Black Flame in his palm and turned to the woman who seemed to have been waiting at the door for a long time, offering her a smile: "Qingqing, why are you standing outside? Come in quickly."
"Husband."
With delicate steps, Xu Qingqing entered the great hall, now dressed as a matron with pins and skirts, carrying a tray toward Chen Zhixing: "Mother-in-law made medicinal food and asked me to bring it to you. She also instructed that I must watch you drink it all."
"Hmm? Medicinal food again?"
Frowning, Chen Zhixing took the jade cup from the tray, drank it in one gulp, and then set it aside, pulling Xu Qingqing into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder, with one hand gently caressing her slightly bulging belly.
"Normally, it takes ten months for a child to be born, but you've had to bear the child for three years after marrying into the Chen Family, which is quite burdensome for you."
Hearing this, Xu Qingqing, embraced by Chen Zhixing, smiled with eyes like crescent moons, also reaching out to caress her abdomen: "Not at all, having a baby is the happiest thing. Moreover, although Qingqing doesn't have the peerless talent of her husband, I am still a cultivator in the True Self Realm, not as slow as ordinary people."
"Hmm?" Chen Zhixing turned his head to look at her.
"Qingqing really loves this feeling because with the pregnancy, everyone in the clan is exceptionally kind to me. I was even thinking earlier, after I give birth, I should encourage my husband to sow more seeds, so Qingqing can continue enjoying this special treatment."
The young lady grinned as she proudly shared her thoughts with her husband.
All Chen Zhixing could do was lower his head with a grimace full of black lines.
"You're just talking back now; you'll have your challenges in the future!"
"No way! Since I met my husband, I've only had endless fortune in this life!"
"Ha! Superficial!"
"Oh! You're tickling me! I'll hit you!"
"Hahaha..."
Like a normal couple, they teased each other for a while, and after Xu Qingqing left with the tray, Chen Zhixing's smile gradually faded. In a low voice, he addressed no one in particular: "Xue Kuang, go to the Celestial Saint Palace for me and deliver an invitation to Saintess Mo Qingyue, informing her that I will visit the Celestial Saint Palace in three days."
"Understood."
Xue Kuang vanished.
The main peak hall of Chen Zhixing always had two members of the Snow Demon Race stationed to pass on his orders. After Xue Kuang left, the hall, now empty, allowed Chen Zhixing to let out a long breath.
[More Children, More Blessings: All the cultivation, Great Tao Enlightenment, Innate Divine Body, fortune, etc., acquired by your offspring and descendants will partially be returned to you.]
"In the end, this ability is still the most likely way to help me break through to the Longevity Realm, and it's relatively safe and suitable. It just takes too long. If I were to raise offspring for a hundred years like Li Changsheng, I would surely reach the Longevity Realm!
But if I genuinely did that, how would I differ from a mindless breeding stallion?
If quantity is unacceptable, then go for quality."
The above words were just a little joke Chen Zhixing had with himself. Offspring are something one either has or doesn't, not something to be forced.
Moreover, given his current Nirvana Realm cultivation, it's extremely difficult for ordinary women to conceive his child. Even if they did, the most likely outcome would be both mother and child perishing!
The gap in life levels is too vast!
In some ways, the stories that say immortals and mortals can't intermarry have a point.
...
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
When Chen Zhixing arrived at the Celestial Saint Palace, Saintess Mo Qingyue was already waiting at the mountain gate.
"Sister Qingyue, long time no see!" Chen Zhixing laughed as he approached.
Mo Qingyue: "???"
Looking at Chen Zhixing, who seemed eager to give her a big hug, Mo Qingyue was momentarily taken aback.
Was this really the Chen Zhixing she knew?
"Sister Qingyue?"
"Ah, it hasn't been that long, right?"
Realizing Chen Zhixing was staring at her, Mo Qingyue instinctively took half a step back, appearing somewhat wary. She felt that something was off with Chen Zhixing today, as if he had been possessed by one of those creatures raised in the Daluo Taoist Lands?
However, outwardly, Mo Qingyue still expressed some goodwill: "When we last met, it was just a year ago, at that time..."
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