109: Chapter 109 Is this the legendary sacred object for preventing miscarriage?

Deep within the Dragon Palace, inside the Bedchamber.

This place wasn't as gaudily magnificent or tacky as one might imagine; instead, it was built entirely from a rare material called "Warm Jade Marrow."

Soft Night Luminescent Pearls were embedded in the walls, the floor was covered in soft Deep Sea Shark Silk, and a faint scent of Ambergris filled the air, creating a sense of luxury combined with a lazy comfort.

The purge outside continued, and the occasional faint sound of battle cries could be heard, but within this Bedchamber, all was peaceful and serene.

"Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of something only successive Dragon Emperors can enjoy."

Xu Chen sat cross-legged on the massive jade bed, which was large enough to accommodate ten people. He held the ten-thousand-year mystic ice jade box he had brought back from the Ancestral Dragon Abyss, his eyes shining with the kind light of an old father.

"Look at the patterns on these leaves; they look like miniature dragons swimming around."

"And look at this root; it's crystal clear, and the life essence is so thick it's almost solid."

Xu Chen carefully opened the lid and took a deep breath of the overflowing medicinal fragrance, a look of intoxication appearing on his face.

He extended a finger, pointing at the ancestral dragon divine grass as if counting his inventory.

"This largest leaf is for Qingge. Da Bao is at the age where he's growing, and Qingge also needs to consolidate her foundation after giving birth."

"These thickest fibrous roots are for Liuli. That girl is carrying Dragon and Phoenix Twins—two gold-swallowing beasts—so the nutrition must keep up."

"This section of the main stem is for Hongyi. Her God-Fiend Twin Body is too overbearing and can easily damage the mother's body, so this gentlest life source is needed to neutralize it..."

"And this flower bud is for Ningbing..."

Xu Chen muttered to himself, completely immersed in the joy of "dividing the loot," entirely failing to notice the increasingly resentful gaze beside him.

"Hey."

A slender, jade-like hand reached over and waved in front of Xu Chen's eyes.

Long Aoxue had already changed into a black and gold robe symbolizing her imperial majesty. Wearing a dragon crown, she appeared noble and cold. However, at this moment, the newly enthroned Empress was crossing her arms, staring at Xu Chen with an annoyed expression.

"A living person as big as me is sitting right here, and you can't see me?"

"It's just a piece of broken grass. Is it worth you rambling for half an hour?"

"Broken grass?"

Hearing this, Xu Chen immediately closed the jade box and held it in his arms like he was protecting his own child, correcting her with a serious face:

"Aoxue, this is our number one trophy from this mission, a top-tier Fetal Stabilization Sacred Object!"

"What number one trophy?"

Long Aoxue grew even angrier, her silver dragon horns beginning to take on a faint red glow.

"So you came all the way to the Demon Realm, brought people to help me suppress the rebellion, helped me retake the throne, and even didn't hesitate... didn't hesitate to sacrifice your charms to help me detoxify..."

At this point, her face reddened slightly before she continued through gritted teeth:

"You did all this just for this plant? Just to nourish the bodies of those women back home?"

"Does the Empress of the Wan Yao Domain not even compare to a plant in your eyes?"

This was getting a bit unreasonable.

But in the face of love, even the Dragon Empress couldn't help but fall into such common tropes.

She had just given her most precious everything to this man, only for him to turn around and start dividing gifts for other women without even mentioning her.

This was too much of a blow to a dragon!

"What, are you jealous?"

Xu Chen looked at her pouting face and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He put down the jade box, reached out to wrap his arm around Long Aoxue's slender yet powerful waist, and pulled her down to sit beside him.

"Silly girl, this grass is a dead object, and you are a living person. How can they be the same?"

"Besides..."

Xu Chen leaned close to her ear and smirked:

"While this grass is precious, it can only be used once. But you're different."

"You are a sustainable treasure."

"Sustainable?"

Long Aoxue was stunned for a moment, not understanding this new term.

"It means..."

Xu Chen's finger gently traced her exquisite collarbone, his gaze becoming meaningful.

"In the future, if our Xu Family wants to spread its branches and leaves in the Demon Realm, we'll have to rely on the Empress to give birth to a few more little dragon-men. When the time comes, won't the foundation of this ancestral dragon divine grass have to be provided by you?"

"You... you rogue!"

Long Aoxue understood instantly. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she reached out to punch Xu Chen, but the smile at the corner of her mouth couldn't be suppressed.

"Hmph, who wants to give birth to little dragon-men for you?"

"I am the Empress, burdened with a myriad of daily affairs. How could I have time to bear children for you?"

Though she said this, she felt a strange sense of anticipation in her heart.

After all, having witnessed Xu Chen's monstrous constitution and talent, as a member of the Dragon Race that worshipped the strong, she naturally hoped her descendants could inherit those powerful genes.

"Really not going to?"

Xu Chen let out a feigned sigh of regret.

"That's a pity. I was thinking that if we had a daughter, she would surely be as beautiful as you; if we had a son, he would surely be as handsome as me. Since you're unwilling, I'll just have to go talk to the beauties of the Phoenix Race next door..."

"You wouldn't dare!"

Long Aoxue instantly flared up, grabbing Xu Chen by the collar and dominantly declaring her sovereignty.

"You are mine! That mixed-feather chicken shouldn't even think about it!"

"If we're having them, we're having them! Who's afraid of who?!"

"My bloodline is a True Dragon atavism; the children I bear will surely be stronger than those others at home!"

Looking at Long Aoxue, whose competitive spirit had been instantly ignited, Xu Chen exchanged a look with Nangong Waner, both seeing a hint of a smile in each other's eyes.

This dragon girl was truly easy to read.

"Alright, alright, we'll talk about having children later."

Xu Chen calmed the agitated Long Aoxue and turned to look at Nangong Waner, who had been sitting quietly in the corner wiping her ancient sword.

Ever since entering the Dragon Palace, Waner had been very silent.

Though she said nothing, Xu Chen could sense her low spirits.

Seeing Xu Chen meticulously preparing fetal stabilization medicine for the other sisters, and seeing Long Aoxue, who had just joined but was already an Empress of a region, while she... seemed to have nothing but this sword.

"Waner."

Xu Chen called out softly.

"Ah? Husband."

Nangong Waner looked up, her eyes a bit flustered, as if her inner thoughts had been exposed.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling bored?"

"No... no."

Nangong Waner shook her head, forcing a slight smile.

"Husband and Sister Aoxue are discussing serious matters; Waner is fine just watching from the side."

"Silly girl."

Xu Chen sighed, let go of Long Aoxue, walked over to Nangong Waner, crouched down, and took her somewhat cold hands in his.

"We are a family; there are no serious matters you can't be a part of."

"Besides, I've prepared a gift for you on this trip to the Dragon Palace as well."

"A gift?"

Nangong Waner was stunned, a flash of surprise in her eyes.

"Of course."

Xu Chen turned to Long Aoxue and asked:

"Aoxue, I remember your Dragon Palace treasury has a 'True Dragon Sword-Washing Pool' deep inside, right?"

"Sword-Washing Pool?"

Long Aoxue frowned slightly, thinking for a moment.

"You mean the companion pool of the 'Dragon Transformation Pool'? That's the place where successive Dragon Emperors tempered their Natal Dragon Weapons; it contains extremely sharp Geng Metal Qi and Dragon Soul Power."

"Exactly, that's the place."

Xu Chen snapped his fingers, his eyes burning as he looked at Nangong Waner.

"Waner was Born with a Sword Spirit. Although she is peerlessly sharp, her physical body is ultimately mortal, making it difficult to carry an overly powerful Sword Intent. This is one of the reasons she has been delayed in breaking through to the Saint Realm... and even... the reason she finds it difficult to conceive."

Hearing the words "difficult to conceive," Nangong Waner's eyes suddenly lit up, and her breathing became hurried.

"Husband, you mean..."

"That's right."

Xu Chen nodded, his tone firm.

"That Sword-Washing Pool is the opportunity for your breakthrough."

"Using the Dragon Race's Geng Metal Qi to temper your sword body, supplemented by my Hongmeng Purple Qi to protect you. This time, I will help you break through the bottleneck in one go and forge a Flawless Sword Saint Body!"

"Once your body's foundation is complete, a child... will naturally come."

Nangong Waner stared blankly at Xu Chen, her eyes instantly turning red.

So, her husband had remembered all along.

He not only remembered the fetal stabilization medicine for the sisters but also remembered her cultivation and her inner knot.

"Husband..."

She dropped the ancient sword in her hand and suddenly threw herself into Xu Chen's arms, her voice sobbing.

"Thank you."

"No need for thanks; this is what a husband should do."

Xu Chen gently patted her back and looked at Long Aoxue, raising an eyebrow.

"How about it? Empress, borrowing your Sword-Washing Pool shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Hmph."

Long Aoxue looked at the affectionate pair. Although she still felt a bit sour, she generously waved her hand.

"Use it, use it."

"We're all family anyway. Even I belong to you now, so what's a pool?"

She stood up, straightened her robes, and regained her efficiency as an Empress.

"Let's go, while those old fellows are still outside purging the rebels and no one will disturb us."

"I will personally take you there."

"However..."

Long Aoxue walked to the door, suddenly stopped, turned back, and looked at Xu Chen with a playful gaze.

"The Geng Metal Qi in that Sword-Washing Pool is very painful."

"Sister Waner has such delicate skin; if she can't take it, you, as her husband, will have to 'comfort' her properly."

Hearing this, a knowing smile curled onto Xu Chen's lips.

"Don't worry."

"What this Young Master is best at is comforting people."