My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

From where she had been standing, a blood-soaked mass of flesh suddenly emerged...

Nangong Bingqing... miscarried!

I didn't even know it, and I miscarried.

"This is...my child?!"

"I miscarried!?"

"No, impossible! How could I possibly have a miscarriage?"

That's impossible. You have to understand that as a grandmaster, with her physical condition, even if she ate a whole bowl of saffron, she wouldn't be able to miscarry.

Because she is a master, her powerful metabolism prevents saffron from having any effect.

And yet, she suffered a miscarriage!

There is only one truth.

The child had already died while still in Nangong Bingqing's womb; her body treated it as a foreign object and expelled it from her body.

As expected, Nangong Bingqing looked down at the ground and saw that the baby's entire body was black, indicating that the poison had penetrated to the bone marrow.

Chapter 228 The Manifestation of the Innate

Nangong Bingqing stared at the dark mass of flesh, unable to accept this fact for a moment.

"No way, no way! My child can't be gone, this can't be my child!"

"Hey, Brother Wei, Brother Wei! Tell Qing'er quickly, this can't be my child, right!"

Panicked, Nangong Bingqing looked at Xia Wuwei with pleading eyes, hoping to receive comfort from him.

Xia Wuwei glanced at the dead object on the ground and quickly looked away, not daring to look at it again.

Because the appearance of that dead thing was so disgusting, you could smell a putrid stench from a distance.

He looked at Nangong Bingqing and found it hard to believe that something coming out of the belly of such a pure and beautiful woman could be so... disgusting.

Xia Wuwei, who was not particularly shrewd to begin with, couldn't help but show a look of disgust on his face.

This scene was witnessed by Nangong Bingqing, who was watching him.

Nangong Bingqing felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart, but she still comforted herself, saying, "This is only human nature, only human nature..."

Xia Wuwei thought for a while, as if he had thought of something, and looked gently into Nangong Bingqing's eyes and said, "Qing'er, don't worry, it's just a child. If it's lost, we can have another one. There will always be another one."

Xia Wuwei cleverly recalled the words he had once used to comfort a beautiful woman who had also suffered a miscarriage.

That's how he comforted the beauty, and she immediately stopped crying.

Xia Wuwei thought this comforting message was wonderful.

He couldn't understand these women at all. It was just a child, wasn't it? It's not like they couldn't have more children. If they lost it, they lost it. What was the big deal?

"Brother Wei, what are you saying! This is our child!" Nangong Bingqing looked at Xia Wuwei in disbelief. She never thought that Xia Wuwei would say such a thing.

“Your Majesty, the Empress is overwhelmed with grief. She should be asked to return home and rest immediately,” Li Fuguo suddenly interjected.

He couldn't let Xia Wuwei continue, so he made a suggestive remark.

However, Xia Wuwei didn't understand his meaning at all and ignored his words, continuing to say affectionately to Nangong Bingqing, "Yes, it's our child, but children aren't easy to have. If this one is gone, there's always another, and another, and so on... Qing'er, if you like children, we can have one every year!"

These words shocked everyone present.

Although they had heard that Xia Wuwei was incompetent, they simply thought that he was too fond of pleasure and neglected state affairs.

However, what happened today has shattered the worldviews of everyone present.

It's not that they thought Xia Wuwei's words were wrong; in fact, most of the powerful men present had similar thoughts to some extent.

However, they all knew that it was fine to say such things in front of a woman of lower status than themselves. After all, even if these women knew, what could they do? They could only suffer in silence.

However, could one say such a thing in front of a disciple of a Celestial Realm expert?

You should know that the other party's status is actually higher than yours. If you dare to say that, aren't you just courting death?

"Qing'er, don't be sad!"

After Xia Wuwei finished speaking, he reached out to take Nangong Bingqing's hand.

"Don't touch me!" Nangong Bingqing shouted angrily, roughly shaking off Xia Wuwei's hand. "Brother Wei, I need to calm down and think things through."

The imperial harem did indeed provide her with the ultimate material comforts imaginable. However, when she grew tired of the monotony of material life, she longed for some friends and confidants. Yet, when she sought solace in these relationships, she suddenly realized that, apart from her brother, she was always alone in this palace. None of the women in the harem were trustworthy.

Even the maids she brought from her maiden home betrayed her and were killed by her in a fit of rage.

The only thing that kept her here was Xia Wuwei's love.

But now she realizes that Xia Wuwei doesn't even care that their child is gone. Does he... really love her?

This was the first time Nangong Bingqing had raised such a question.

Time reveals true character. After spending a lot of time with Xia Wuwei, although she had a vague feeling about this, she always told herself that it was all her imagination and that Brother Wei was not that kind of person.

At this moment, she looked at Ji Dachuan, who was on the verge of death, and for the first time wondered, 'Could it be that I was wrong?'

She is feeling lost right now and needs time to think things through.

"Brother Ji!"

Nangong Bingqing shouted and leaped down the stone steps, gracefully approaching Ji Dachuan.

"Brother Ji, how are you? I'm so sorry, it's all because of me..."

Looking at the person he had been longing for, Ji Dachuan endured the pain all over his body and gave a bright smile: "Qing'er, for you, none of this matters!"

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Ji Dachuan began to express his feelings for Nangong Bingqing.

At that moment, a loud voice rang out from the sky.

“Since Nephew Nangong needs time to calm down, why not come to my Tianji Sect? My Xuantian Sect’s most prized treasure—the Spirit Soul Pill—can save this young friend Ji.”

Everyone looked up at the sky and were surprised to find that four people were falling from the sky, not in free fall, but as lightly as leaves.

Looking at these four people, the people present couldn't help but feel a sense of inferiority. This inferiority did not refer to their social status, but rather to their genetic inferiority as "human beings."

If I had to put it bluntly, it would be that although we are also "humans," we are defective, while the other four represent the most perfect state of the "human" species.

As soon as the four landed, they stood facing each other in a tense standoff, the atmosphere solemn.

In particular, one of the elderly men, who was over sixty years old, had lost one hand. Although it was not bleeding, the stump was visibly gruesome and bloody, clearly indicating that he had just been in a fierce battle.

A martial artist observed carefully and, sure enough, found that the other three also had signs of fighting on them, especially the oldest of the four, an elderly man with white hair and beard, whose breathing was obviously uneven, indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

In the guest room.

When the sect leader of the Tianji Sect saw one of the four people, a middle-aged man who looked to be only in his early forties, he exclaimed in surprise, "It's the Ancestor!"

The sect leader of Xuantian Sect looked at one of the elderly men who appeared to be nearly eighty years old and said, "Our ancestor is also here."

One of the leaders of the other six sects said, "That's right, they are indeed two patriarchs, and the middle-aged man with a pointed chin, diamond-shaped face, and a resolute expression who is confronting the two patriarchs is Xiahou Dun. However, who is the old man with the severed hand next to Xiahou Dun?"

Another sect leader replied, "That person, if I remember correctly, should be Yu Feichen, the head of the Tian Ce Martial Academy. But... isn't he a Grandmaster? How can he be standing there?"

"How else can it be explained? Judging from this, he must have broken through to the Innate Realm."

Someone realized what was happening and exclaimed in amazement, "The rumors are true! The Xia royal family's treasure—the Dragon Vein—can really help people break through to the Innate Realm!"

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The author says:

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I've been having too much fun these past few days, so I'm not in good shape. I'll be up late tomorrow. I'm going to end this world in the next few days.

Chapter 229 Standoff

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The four innate masters are still locked in a standoff.

Xiahou Dun looked at the Xuan Tian Ancestor who had just offered to use the Spirit Soul Pill to save Ji Dachuan and said sarcastically:

"Brother Xuantian, you are truly generous! The Spirit Soul Pill is an ancient medicine that has been passed down from ancient times. It is said to have the ability to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. It is effective even for innate martial artists, and is equivalent to a martial artist's second life."

The key ingredients and techniques used in the refining process have long been extinct, meaning that every single one used is one less available.

"You actually dared to use such a precious item to save a stranger; your noble character and willingness to help others are truly admirable. I, Xiahou Dun, must bow down in admiration."

At this point, Xiahou Dun changed the subject: "However, I don't care if you want to save Ji Dachuan, but my niece Nangong is my Xia family's daughter-in-law, and she will absolutely not go to the Xuantian Sect with you!"

Upon hearing this, the Xuan Tian Ancestor laughed heartily: "Your Xia family's wife? There's a limit to how much you can lie through your teeth. Anyone can see that Nephew Nangong has completely lost hope in that good-for-nothing of your Xia family!"

Xia Wuwei, standing to the side, heard the Xuan Tian Ancestor scolding him mercilessly, and dared not speak out against his anger.

Imperial power still has a binding force on martial artists below the Grandmaster level. However, once they reach the Grandmaster level, the binding force decreases dramatically. But once they reach the Innate level, it's the other way around: the emperor has to consider the feelings of Innate martial artists.

Xia Wuwei didn't feel much about the confrontation between Xiahou Dun and Xuan Tian Lao Zu.

He didn't care which side had the upper hand, since both Xuan Tian Ancestor and Xiahou Dun were people he disliked but couldn't do anything about.

He had been afraid of his uncle Xiahou Dun since he was a child. Every time he saw him, he felt terrified. He thought that he would no longer be afraid after becoming emperor, but he was still the same, even more afraid. After becoming emperor, he realized how much power Xiahou Dun had: if Xiahou Dun wanted him dead, then even if he was the emperor, he would have to die.

Therefore, he only regarded Xiahou Dun as an ancestor and kept his distance from him, and would avoid seeing him whenever possible.

Now all he wants is to leave this place as soon as possible, return to his harem, and find a few concubines to vent his resentment.

He dared not leave until Xiahou Dun gave the order.

In particular, Xiahou Dun glared at him angrily after hearing what the Xuan Tian Ancestor said, which made him so frightened that his hands and feet went weak. If Li Fuguo hadn't been there to support him, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

Xiahou Dun suppressed his anger towards Xia Wuwei and said, "What's wrong with a little conflict between husband and wife? As the saying goes, 'Husbands and wives quarrel in bed and make up in bed.' Why should Brother Xuantian interfere in the affairs of the younger generation?"

"Haha!" Ancestor Xuantian sneered, "Xiahou Dun, I didn't expect that after so long, not only have you grown older, but your skin has also become too thick! Since you say it's a matter between the juniors, then fine, let the juniors make the decision."

After speaking, Ancestor Xuantian asked Nangong Bingqing, who was standing to the side, "Nephew Nangong, what do you think?"

Xuan Tian Lao Zu, being a seasoned veteran, immediately grasped Xiahou Dun's weakness and let Nangong Bingqing make the decision herself.