Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

"Nanjiang Base City has endured enough over the years."

The secretary nodded, said nothing more, and quietly left.

Zhou Zhengyuan stood by the window, struggling with his inner turmoil for a long time.

He knew that the Nanjiang base city alone could not withstand the pressure from the Li family.

Li Qingyue is a planetary-level powerhouse, an elder of Azure, and ranked seventh in the War God Palace.

Her husband, Li Chongshan, is a high-level War God Spirit Master and also a top-tier combatant.

The Li family has been operating in the Great Northern Wilderness for decades, and their influence is deeply entrenched, making them someone that a mere base city council speaker cannot contend with.

But Yan Ning...

This young man is worth the gamble.

In just over a year, he went from a retired martial artist to a beginner war god, also cultivating mental energy, wielding an unknown divine weapon, and killing two war gods in ten rounds.

Such a growth rate is unparalleled in the entire history of the Blue Star.

Give him a few more years, and he'll reach the planetary stage?

Even higher?

And, in the end, they are all family members from Nanjiang Base City.

My parents also sacrificed their lives on the front lines.

If we retreat now, then Nanjiang Base City will have to retreat at every step from now on! We've made our own people suffer enough, far too much!

Zhou Zhengyuan took a deep breath.

He walked to the communications station and used his councilor privileges to connect to an encrypted channel.

"Help me contact Commander Qin."

"Just say that Old Zhou has something important to discuss with me."

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Nanjiang Base City First Hospital.

Being a member of parliament was very useful here; there was no need to queue, and Zhao Tieshan was directly wheeled into the operating room.

Two hours later.

The surgeon came out.

"His vital signs have stabilized, but the injuries to his left arm and right leg are too severe to be fully recovered with current medical technology."

"If you want to restore limb function, you need the Water of Life, which is very expensive and requires special approval from the Palace of War."

Yan Ning nodded: "I'll figure out a way to get the Water of Life. Let's save the person first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

After settling Zhao Tieshan in.

Yan Ning returned home.

Zhao Zixuan was sitting on the sofa, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers. The moment she saw Yan Ning, her eyes reddened again.

"My dad..."

"It's alright now."

"The person has been rescued and is recuperating in the hospital. We'll use the life-saving water to reconnect their limbs later."

"The water of life...isn't that very expensive?"

Yan Ning said casually, "Don't worry about the dozen or so lord-level monsters."

It was said so casually.

But Zhao Zixuan knew that a Lord-level monster corresponded to a War God-level warrior. In the past, Yan Ning could only run away when he encountered a Lord-level monster.

But now…

Since Brother Ning dares to say that, it means he has the ability!

"Are you really alright?"

Zhao Zixuan looked up at him, her eyes blurred with tears.

"real."

"Your most important thing right now is to focus on your pregnancy and get well before you go see your dad. Leave everything else to me."

Zhao Zixuan leaned on his shoulder, finally feeling at ease.

Shen Yao came out of the inner room carrying her daughter.

Su Wanqing followed behind her.

Neither of them asked any further questions; they simply watched the scene unfold in silence.

Su Wanqing suddenly spoke up: "By the way, I'm pregnant, about a month and a half."

The living room fell silent for a moment.

"That's good, take good care of him." Yan Ning's expression brightened.

Su Wanqing nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips.

He had three wives: one had already given birth, one was about to give birth, and one was newly pregnant.

The five tasks for the year are progressing much faster than expected.

They need to have so many more children!

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A month and a half later.

Li Yifeng's death caused a huge uproar.

The news was tightly controlled in the Beidahuang base city, but the truth could not be hidden forever.

On the martial arts forum.

Various versions of rumors are flying around.

Some say Li Yifeng was killed by a monster in the wild, while others say he was secretly executed for violating an ironclad rule.

But those who truly knew the truth were aware that the person who killed him was Yan Ning.

The newly elected councilor of Nanjiang City was a junior officer who retired due to illness just over a year ago.

Public opinion is divided into two camps.

One faction believes that Yan Ning is incredibly audacious, daring to kill the only son of a core member of the War God Palace; he is simply courting death.

The other faction believes that Li Yifeng deserved to die.

Any one of the shady things he did in the Great Northern Wilderness back then would be enough to warrant a ten-minute execution.

But for Yan Ning, who lives in the councilor's villa area, all this noise is far away from him.

No matter how powerful the Li family is.

It also cannot penetrate into the core area of ​​Nanjiang Base City.

The security level here is the highest; no one is allowed to enter without the council chamber's approval.

Life went on as usual.

Zhao Zixuan finally gave birth a month and a half later.

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The nurse poked her head out and said with a smile, "Congratulations, it's a big, healthy boy! He weighs seven pounds and eight ounces. Mother and baby are both safe!"

Yan Ning walked into the ward and looked at the baby in swaddling clothes.

The little guy's skin wasn't as wrinkled as his sister's when she was born.

fair and tender.

Her eyes are big and bright.

The crying was loud and clear.

"His name is Yan Yang, the 'Yang' in 'sunshine'," Yan Ning said.

Zhao Zixuan smiled weakly and reached out to touch her son's face.

Just then.

A system notification sounded in Yan Ning's mind:

[Congratulations, host, on the birth of a descendant! Your potential has exceeded its limit, breaking records and granting you 1 additional lottery draw chance.]

Yan Ning paused slightly.

Break the record?

Zhao Zixuan possesses the genetic talent of an apprentice at the sixth level.

His son with Zhao Zixuan has genetic potential that is at least at the warrior level, and may even reach the threshold of the god of war level.

Wouldn't Su Wanqing's offspring, after being baptized by dragon blood and the spirits of thousand-year-old plants, be even more outstanding?

Planetary order is not impossible!

I'm going to the restroom.

Yan Ning handed her son to Zhao Zixuan and turned to walk into the restroom next door.

Close the door, take a deep breath, and silently recite the lottery number.

The panel expands.

【Object】

【Law】

【器】

【other】

Three seconds later, the pointer stopped on the word "Law".

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the Star-Rank Secret Technique "Nine Blades of Meteor Ink"]

【illustrate】:

The top-tier sword technique of the Meteorite Star lineage, consisting of nine forms.

This secret technique has been optimized by the system, greatly reducing the entry threshold. It does not rely on talent; one can gradually master it through diligent study and practice. It is a quick and user-friendly method, suitable for the current host's cultivation.

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Nine Blades of Meteorite Ink.

Star-level secret technique...

Yan Ning's current close combat methods mainly rely on the brute force of the God of War. Although he has the Arc Blade Disc as a powerful long-range weapon, his methods are still too limited when fighting in close combat.

The Nine Blades of Meteorite perfectly fill this gap!

"You don't need talent; you can succeed through hard work and diligent study."

"This is practically tailor-made for me! Martial artists can finally catch up in a real sense. The answer for the future lies in the dual cultivation of martial artists and spiritual masters!"

He stored the secret technique in his system space and left the washroom.

Silently praise the washroom, praise the fool!

When I returned to the ward.

Zhao Zixuan was already asleep, and her son was lying in the crib next to her, his little hands clenched into fists, sleeping soundly.

Yan Ning sat by the bed for a while, looking at the two people, one big and one small, and felt very at ease.

No matter how things change outside, this home is his bottom line.

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