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delivery room.

The scene was completely different from when Hu Ximei gave birth to Lin Shu.

There is no fire.

There was no explosion.

No floor tiles were heated red-hot.

Even the sound was not loud.

The delivery room was filled with an extremely gentle Taoist atmosphere.

Like the sound of a stream flowing over stones.

Like the lingering sound of fingertips gently plucking a piano string.

When Lin Xuan pushed the door open and came in—he almost yawned because of the sound.

He pinched the web of his hand hard.

I'm awake now.

"What's going on?"

Yunxiao stood to the side, her expression somewhat strange.

"Thirteenth Brother. Consort Wang's childbirth... is a little different from others."

"Why is it different?"

"Her Taoist aura is soothing. Not soothing herself, but soothing everyone."

Lin Xuan glanced outside the delivery room.

A line of people stood outside the delivery room.

Dijiang leaned against the wall, his eyes half-closed and a slight smile playing on his lips.

Zhu Rong sat on the steps, his head slowly drooping. The fiery temper of the Fire Ancestral Witch was soothed by the Daoist music of the pipa, as if he had taken a sleeping pill.

Gonggong simply sat cross-legged on the ground and started snoring.

Even the little beast, Di Ting, which was passing by, rolled over in the corner, its four paws pointing upwards. It was sleeping like a log.

Consort Wang's true form is a jade pipa.

Her Taoist philosophy is hidden in the four strings of the pentatonic scale: Gong, Shang, Jiao, and Zhi.

During production—all four strings vibrate simultaneously.

The emitted sound waves—

May everyone who hears this relax. Find peace. Feel sleepy.

This was probably the quietest production in the history of the primordial world.

Lin Xuan walked to the bedside.

Consort Wang lay there, her face pale, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

But she didn't cry out in pain.

She bit her lip. Her fingers gently moved across the blanket.

It's like playing an invisible melody.

The Daoist essence flowed from her fingertips.

"A benefactor."

Lin Xuan sat down on the edge of the bed.

Consort Wang opened her eyes and glanced at him.

"My husband... is here."

The sound was very soft.

But it carries a sense of calm that softens your heart.

"You still have the energy to play a piece?"

"It wasn't her playing...it was her playing."

Consort Wang looked at her protruding belly.

"She played it herself inside."

Lin Xuan was taken aback.

His senses swept over it.

really--

The fetus in the womb.

Her Daoist spirit resonates perfectly with the Daoist spirit of the pipa from her mother.

One string rises. One string falls.

The Daoist energy of the mother and daughter intertwined in the delivery room, forming a soft net.

"The laws of music," Lin Xuan muttered.

His palm rested on Consort Wang's wrist.

The Great Perfection of the Laws of Music – Fully Open.

His Daoist principles resonated with the mother and daughter.

The three musical rules are intertwined.

The rhythmic melody of the pipa in the delivery room has changed.

The approach shifted from "appeasement" to "guidance".

Like a gentle river.

The spiritual energy within Wang Gui's body is gradually pushed in the right direction.

Consort Wang's expression relaxed.

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Then--

"Ding-dong—"

A very clear and crisp cry.

It wasn't the kind of heart-wrenching baby crying.

Yes—like the sound of a drop of water falling into a deep pool.

Clear. Rounded. With an echo.

Outside the delivery room—everyone who had been dozing off woke up at the same time.

Dijiang opened his eyes.

Zhu Rong's head is no longer broken.

Gonggong stopped snoring.

Di Ting rolled over and sat up.

Everyone's expression became peaceful.

This cry has a soothing effect.

After hearing that, all my worries disappeared.

I can't remember.

"What kind of supernatural power is this..." Zhu Rong rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.

Yunxiao took the child.

Baby girl.

Skin—smooth and lustrous like jade. This isn't just a description; it truly resembles jade. A warm glow shines through its whiteness.

His eyes weren't open, but his mouth was wide open. He was smiling.

When he smiled—that comforting Taoist aura spread outwards once more.

Yunxiao held her in his arms. He felt as if every meridian in his body had been massaged.

"Thirteenth brother...this child..."

"Her name is Lin Zhu."

Lin Xuan looked at the little girl.

"Jade-like Watery Body. A natural healer."

The system beeped.

"Ding! Congratulations, host. Consort Wang has successfully given birth to a daughter—Lin Zhu."

"Ding! Innate Jade Water-Based Sacred Body. Born with the ability to control the Dao of Water. The sound of crying carries the power to soothe all living beings."

"Ding! Birth reward issued—"

"Ding! Great Dao-level Purification Mantra: After learning it, it can purify all inner demons and cracks in the Dao heart."

"Ding! Top-grade acquired spiritual treasure [Water Rhythm Pipa]: Inherited from the original pipa, playing it can heal wounds, soothe the soul, and destroy enemies."

The Great Dao-level Heart-Cleansing Mantra.

Lin Xuan pondered for a moment.

This stuff is incredibly effective at dealing with inner demons and cracks in one's Dao heart.

Didn't that old bald monk Zhunti's Dao heart break?

If he were to use this to "treat" Zhunti—

No, that's not right. Why would he treat Zhunti? It's better to leave him with his fractures.

Lin Xuan put away the Heart-Cleansing Mantra.

Keep it for your own family to use.

Consort Wang watched as Lin Xuan held his daughter.

Her tears flowed silently.

"My husband... thank you."

"And then he said thank you."

"It's not just being polite... it's just that... I never imagined I could live this kind of life."

Her voice was very soft.

Among the three demons of Xuanyuan Tomb—Daji is the eldest. Hu Ximei is the most relentless.

She was Consort Wang?

She was the least noticeable one.

Lowest cultivation level. Softest temper. Lowest presence.

But now—

She has a husband. She has a daughter. She has a house full of sisters who care about her.

Her daughter possessed supernatural powers at the Great Dao level from birth.

She never imagined that something like this would happen to her.

Lin Xuan placed Lin Zhu beside her.

"Take good care of yourself. I'll accompany you and your daughter when you play the piano from now on."

"You can play the pipa too?"

"No. I play the flute."

"...Wouldn't it look strange if we played together?"

"It's strange, that's all. Anyway, all sorts of strange things happen in our family."

Consort Wang chuckled.

Outside the delivery room. Houtu poked his head in.

"Did you give birth? Boy or girl?"

"A woman!"

"Good! The thirtieth child! Another little princess! A little gift for the first time—"

Houtu clapped her hands.

"Ready!"

She was holding a box in her hand.

The box is opened—

A jade necklace that has been soaked in the water of the Taiyin Spring.

A top-grade spiritual pearl hangs from the necklace.

It is warm and smooth all over.

It has the exact same texture as Lin Zhu's skin.

Director of the Childbirth Promotion Office – Never late.

Never lets anyone down.

They're always more thoughtful than you think.