Chapter 741 - 511: Zhang Qingmiao’s Flourishing Variety (2)

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, Celestial Cloud Technique Spiritual Power increases by seventy."

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, Celestial Cloud Technique Spiritual Power increases by one hundred and twenty."

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, Lifespan increases by eighty."

...

In the days that followed, Zhang Qingmiao revealed a myriad of styles, dazzling the eye.

Today she embodied the charm of a courtesan, and tomorrow she transformed into a valiant Female Knight traversing the Martial World, her Sword Qi sweeping across, exuding heroic spirit from her brows, full of the fun of role-playing.

Another day, she turned into a distinguished young lady from a scholarly Noble Family, well-versed in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, radiating an elegant aura.

Capable of being graceful in the hall and sultry in the room, enveloping Zheng Yi in charm, making him linger, unwilling to leave.

After many days of effort.

"Absorbing Pure Yin Qi, Innate Yin Qi."

And this time.

It was a daughter.

Lying in Zheng Yi’s embrace, Zhang Qingmiao’s face blushed slightly, leaning against Zheng Yi’s hot body, gazing at her own belly with regret; it had been nearly half a month.

Every day like this, yet her stomach showed no hint of movement.

"Husband, could there be something wrong with me?"

Zhang Qingmiao couldn’t help but doubt her fertility; the previous three sisters had already confirmed the husband was fine, so the most likely issue naturally lay with herself.

"Don’t overthink."

Zheng Yi gently tapped her forehead, comforting, "Maybe it’ll happen in a few days."

Hearing this, Zhang Qingmiao remained skeptical, feeling that Zheng Yi was merely comforting her.

Embracing each other, they sank into deep sleep.

The next day, as daylight broke.

Zhang Qingmiao arose and first went to the Skill Transmission Hall, then to the Zhang Mansion—her maiden home.

As Zhang Qingmiao entered Zhang Mansion.

The middle-aged beautiful woman saw her daughter, her eyes lit up, and said, "Why didn’t you send a servant to notify your return?"

"Mother, I need to ask you something important, don’t want the servants to know."

Zhang Qingmiao, anxious and flustered, inevitably lost her composure.

The middle-aged beautiful woman felt a tension rise in her heart and quickly asked, "Is there some problem between you and Zheng Yi?"

"My husband has always treated me well, it’s not about that, Mother."

Zhang Qingmiao continued, hesitating for quite a while before reluctantly speaking, "It’s been half a year since my husband and I got married, but there’s no sign of movement in my belly.

Is there something wrong with my body, missing Innate Primordial Qi, or some other issue?

Father?

Where is he? I want to ask him."

"Ask me about these things.

What does he, a mere man, understand?"

The middle-aged beautiful woman laughed.

"At any rate, my father is a cultivator, maybe he can see something.

If even Father can’t help, does that mean I can’t bear children in this lifetime?"

Zhang Qingmiao spoke urgently.

With this topic.

The middle-aged beautiful woman dared not delay further and was just about to step out to summon Master Zhang, but Master Zhang happened to stride in, evidently having overheard their conversation.

Before Master Zhang took Zhang Qingmiao’s pulse, he had a pretty good idea through mere observing.

Looking at Zhang Qingmiao, he said helplessly, "Already a parent, how could you still be so flustered."

Zhang Qingmiao didn’t immediately grasp what was happening, and asked, "Father, did you make a mistake?"

"What do you think?"

Master Zhang gave his uncontrollable daughter an exasperated glance.

The old saying goes: one gets foolish for three years per pregnancy.

His daughter had just gotten pregnant not long ago, how could she become silly so quickly.

The beautiful woman realized, patted her daughter’s head, and said, "Silly girl."

"Father, do you mean I’m pregnant?"

Zhang Qingmiao asked joyfully.

Master Zhang nodded solemnly.

Zhang Qingmiao was filled with joy, her eyes glimmering with maternal glory, and she carefully sat down.

Returning to the mansion in the evening, Zhang Qingmiao happily rushed to Zheng Yi’s side, saying, "Husband, I’m pregnant! I can also bear children for you!"

"What?"

Is there someone gossiping in the mansion?"

Zheng Yi squinted his eyes, looking as if he were about to exact vengeance, "Darling, tell me who’s being indiscreet, today I’ll right this wrong for you."

"No, I figured it out myself."

Zhang Qingmiao shook her head, suddenly looking at Zheng Yi, and added, "Why, does husband seem not surprised at all?"

Before Zheng Yi could speak, Zhang Qingmiao justified on her own, "Of course, husband already has a son and daughter, adding or missing one from my belly hardly matters."

Zheng Yi realized that things were amiss.

He immediately approached to coax her for a long time, making numerous promises, until the matter was resolved.

A man must never let a woman seize a handle, or else the future could be bitter. In a household where male status isn’t high, if it sinks lower, one might end up worse than the family dog.

After coaxing Zhang Qingmiao away, Zheng Yi flipped through tonight’s roster, and it was Wang Manman’s turn.

"The long night draws near."

"I see you too can’t sleep."

Zheng Yi, donned in blue robes, stepped into the room and said.

Wang Manman wasn’t someone devoid of romantic flair; she had secretly learned many of Zhang Qingmiao’s tricks during this time.

Tonight.

She dressed as a masked female thief, confidently shot a glance at Zheng Yi, and said with wide eyes, "Even if you catch me today, I will never surrender!"

"Hahaha!"

Zheng Yi laughed in cooperation, "Shout, even if you scream until you’re hoarse, no one will come to your rescue!"

"You villain, tonight I will fight you to the end!"

As her words fell.

With a "snap," her clothes were torn, revealing large patches of snow-white skin.

Another "snap," Wang Manman pretended to be hurt, sitting shivering in the blanket like a little lamb missing her wool, "You villain, I won’t let you off in this lifetime, never!"

"Haha!"

Zheng Yi laughed without speaking, "Tonight this flower of yours, my dear, is mine to pluck."

With that, he leapt forward.

Just then, "boom," a thunderstorm suddenly exploded in the night, lightning and thunder followed by a torrential downpour that continued into the next day.

Meanwhile, outside the Wang Family on Piaomiao Mountain.

The previous Dragon Blood Mine, belonging to the Mortal World Quarter territory.

"You old ghost, coming here so easily, aren’t you afraid I’ll ensnare you with Celestial Net and Earth Net?

You’re a Righteous Cultivator, and I’m of the Demonic Path, by nature we’re opposed."

The Blood-robed Elder lay on a rocking chair, his shape vaguely hidden, looking at Wang Shan who appeared in front of him and said.

Wang Shan snorted coldly, barely addressing the old man, and said directly, "The Secret Realm venture can pretty much commence.

But this time, aside from your men, our Wang Family members will join too."

Upon hearing, the Blood-robed Elder’s expression showed surprise.

This Secret Realm was originally discovered by the two of them; after exploring, they found its wonders. Initially, they agreed each could lead their forces inside, sharing fortune.

But before, Wang Shan, worried that these Demonic Path demons would spoil matters, refused.

Unexpectedly, now Wang Shan brought it up again.

"Now aren’t you afraid?"

The Blood-robed Elder squinted, smilingly asked.

"In cultivation, one must progress or retreat.

If scared of this or that, one might as well go home and plant sweet potatoes."

The Wang Family Ancestor snorted coldly, unwilling to waste words with the Blood-robed Elder of Mortal World Quarter.

He came today, only to say this sentence.

Wang Shan soon left.

The Blood-robed Elder fell into contemplation.

Recently, something major must have happened in the Wang Family, or else with Wang Shan’s cautious nature, he would never take such risks.

However, it was good, for this posed no harm to him.

After thinking for a while, the Blood-robed Elder returned to the rocking chair.

...

Still the familiar ancestral hall.

This time, Zheng Yi directly sat in the Third Elder’s position.

The Elders below suddenly heard the Ancestor’s proposal, each frowning deeply, uncertain of the Ancestor’s intention.

"Ancestor, the Celestial South Market is led by the Celestial Profound Sword Sect, our Wang Family on Piaomiao Mountain indeed qualifies to enter, doing business there, usually only needs to pay some management fees.

But doing so might clash with the Li Family in Qingshui Village and the Zhang Family in Chiyan Valley."

An Elder said.

"So what?"

The Wang Family Ancestor laughed coldly, "They can do business in Celestial South Market, can’t our Wang Family?

Or are our Wang Family men worse than theirs in any way?"