Chapter 157: I Can Give Birth to a Son!

“Baiming fell asleep again?” Zhen Ye stood quietly outside the intensive care unit, his voice low and filled with concern. The once capable and efficient young woman now seemed so quiet it stirred a pang of sympathy.

“Don’t worry. Her vital signs have stabilized; she’s made it through this critical phase,” Wang Xu reassured him, patting his shoulder before turning to look at the man sitting in the wheelchair.

“You’re in a wheelchair too?” he asked.

“I’m just trying out the feeling of sitting in one. Surprisingly, it’s quite comfortable,” Zhang Liang said, tapping the armrest casually, no trace of tension left.

This eased the worries of Leng Bianheng and his son, but Tian Ye grew anxious. Letting these two go now—what if they come back for revenge later?

It was clear that these people from the Corpse Valley were cultivators, but they had yet to master true energy. Against the hands of those from Corpse Valley, they were no match.

Meanwhile, Su Wang had long since invoked and was operating the Sea Plundering Curse. Even in the depths of a sea millions of zhang deep, he could still move freely. By now, Su Wang had confirmed that his current location was merely a pond just over a thousand zhang deep.

The passage was deep and shadowed, filled with bronze pillars standing tall. Eternal lamps hung on the walls, their flames never extinguishing. The grand hall was brilliantly illuminated, opulent beyond imagination. The floor shone like a mirror, and each step echoed crisply.

Mo Tianya and Fang Shi exchanged glances, both feeling immense pressure. The young experts they had plundered hailed from various noble families and sacred grounds within the Dùtiān World. Their backgrounds were formidable, their backing rivaling that of the Archaic Sacred City and the Tianhuang City. If their actions were exposed, there would be no shortage of people coming after them.

If it weren’t for such generous terms, Liu Chong, whose strength was still unformed, would never have been so desperate to join the battle between the Cao family and Zhao Qing.

Everyone had roughly guessed Zhao Qing’s intentions, so no one objected when Zhao Qing acted. Song Xian and several other generals even chuckled excitedly, seeming to wish for Dong Zhuo to hurry up and attack.

Yue Heshun was also very clear: if Xu Feng truly belonged to the Nangong family, then in the future, he dared not provoke Xu Feng and would try his best to avoid him.

Currently, the LCL League featured two teams owned by two major e-commerce companies.

After chasing for a full day and night, with Ling Weiyue constantly changing directions and using secret techniques to escape, she finally shook off Xue Aoyue’s pursuit completely. For some reason, Ling Weiyue never left behind Su Wang and Xue Lingshuang, flying swiftly all the way until they reached Mount Yao Feng.

Wen Nuan headed toward the main gate, intending to greet Qi Nianmei. Sheng Sheng accompanied her, smiling warmly and linking arms with her like a devoted servant. Wen Nuan knew resisting was futile, so she let him be.

No matter how intimidating Mo Jing’s aura or how resolute Chen Baiqi’s words were, she remained unmoved in the slightest.

“Zizhong, where are you going?” Lou Chuanbai grabbed Mei Zizhong as he tried to run backward, his voice filled with anxiety.

This set of cultivation formulas was taught to her by the elder from Huan Yue Domain who had once instructed her, later revealing himself as the former Divine Emperor of Huan Yue Domain.

But his illness never improved. Because the injury lay where the shoulder met the arm, the worst-case scenario was amputation. Yet no one could guarantee that removing the limb would cure Xiao Baoyin. Moreover, the surgery itself was risky and could easily result in death. Thus, Xiao Baoyin preferred conservative treatment.

Those in the Wei residence who were aware only knew that the long-suffering wife of the city lord had miraculously recovered. The city lord was overjoyed and had therefore arranged such a grand banquet.

Their troops were deployed far away, uncertain of their future, relying solely on orders. Like drifting duckweed, their two commanders still could not unite, causing constant unease.

Yet he maintained his dignity, never approaching her side or having any contact without necessity.

Gao Yan chuckled as he bent down, rubbing his freshly grown stubble against Lu Xi’s back. After returning, he had quickly cleaned up and come to find his wife, too rushed to shave. “Jiao Jiao, help me shave, will you?” Gao Yan said.