173: Chapter 173 A Series of Surprises: Master Has Also Activated!

"Holy shit?!"

Xu Chen had never been this bewildered in his life.

He stood in the Yangxin Hall. To his left was Jiang Liuli, who had just given birth and hadn't yet recovered from her weakness. To his right were the newborn Dragon and Phoenix Twins, each accompanied by their own divine and demonic phenomena.

At the hall entrance, the Grand Elder wore an expression as complex as if the sky had fallen and then a joyous event had descended from the heavens, reporting an even more explosive piece of news—

His master next door, Ye Qingwu, had been agitated by the phenomena here, triggering her labor! She was about to give birth too!

"The hell... can childbirth even 'combo'?!"

Xu Chen felt his brain had turned into mush.

One moment he was ecstatic over the arrival of "Daolin" and "Ling'er," the next he had to rush to the next battlefield.

"Chener! What are you standing there for!"

Ji Wushuang was the first to react. She thrust the little granddaughter in her arms into Xu Changsheng's hands, then gave Xu Chen a firm push on the back.

"That's your master! The mother of your unborn child! Hurry up and go!"

"Your father and I will watch things here. Liuli is fine now. You hurry to Qingwu's side! It's her first birth, and with her Sword Body constitution, if anything were to happen..."

"Oh... oh! Right!"

Xu Chen snapped out of his daze as if waking from a dream and glanced back at Jiang Liuli.

Though weak, Jiang Liuli's beautiful, multicolored eyes were filled with understanding and urgency. She gave a slight nod, her voice faint:

"Husband, go quickly... Sister Qingwu needs you more right now."

"Wait for me!"

Xu Chen left those two heavy words behind, then his figure flashed, transforming into a streak of golden lightning as he shot out of the Yangxin Hall.

...

At this moment.

Above the "Sword Dance Pavilion," not far from the Yangxin Hall.

What should have been a serene and elegant bamboo cottage now resembled a slaughterhouse sword domain.

"BOOM—!!!"

Countless razor-sharp, silvery-white sword qi erupted chaotically from within the pavilion. The iron-hard ten-thousand-year-old sword bamboo, fragile as tofu before this sword qi, was instantly shredded into powder.

Even half of the Sword Dance Pavilion's roof had been blasted off by the sword qi, revealing the chaotic mess inside the bedroom.

"Ah... it hurts so much..."

"That rebellious disciple... why isn't he here yet..."

In the bedroom, Ye Qingwu, drenched in sweat and gripping the bedsheet, had completely shed her usual dignified, aloof, almost ethereal master persona.

She was a sword cultivator, resilient by nature, able to endure broken limbs without a sound.

But the pain of childbirth, especially with the little one in her belly being a prickly "Sword Embryo," felt like someone was practicing swordplay inside her!

Every fetal movement was accompanied by a sharp Sword Intent rampaging through her meridians, the pain making her want to curse.

"Master! I'm here! I'm here!"

Just as Ye Qingwu was about to faint from the pain.

A familiar voice finally came from outside.

Immediately after, the figure she both loved and hated, smelling of sweat and milk, rushed in frantically.

Seeing Xu Chen, the heart Ye Qingwu had been clutching instantly settled somewhat, only to be flooded by a wave of immense grievance.

"You brat... you finally showed up..."

Biting her lip, she looked at Xu Chen with teary eyes. That fragile, helpless yet stubbornly trying-to-curse appearance bore no resemblance to her usual sword-swinging dominance.

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I'm a scoundrel, a rebellious disciple."

Xu Chen rushed to the bedside, ignoring the room full of flying sword qi that might injure him, and directly grabbed Ye Qingwu's ice-cold little hands.

"Master, don't be afraid. I'm here."

"Deep breaths! Just like when we regulate our breathing during sword practice!"

"Inhale... exhale..."

As he spoke, Xu Chen skillfully converted the Hongmeng Purple Qi within him into gentle spiritual energy, channeling it ceaselessly into Ye Qingwu's body to help soothe the rampaging sword qi.

With Xu Chen's reassurance, Ye Qingwu's emotions finally stabilized a bit.

But the little one in her belly, seemingly sensing its father's presence, became even more excited.

"Clang—!"

A clear, stirring sword cry actually emanated directly from Ye Qingwu's belly!

Immediately after.

A pure, extreme innate Sword Intent erupted without warning.

"Boom!"

The remaining half of the Sword Dance Pavilion's roof was completely destroyed.

Amidst the shower of tiles and debris, a silvery-white light pillar shot straight into the sky, echoing the multicolored auspicious clouds and chaotic qi from the neighboring Yangxin Hall that hadn't yet dispersed.

"This..."

Xu Chen looked up at the faint image of a colossal, sky-piercing sword materializing within the light pillar, his lips twitching violently.

"Good grief, this one's even fiercer than his older brother and sister!"

"Haven't even been born yet and already demolished the family roof? Gonna poke a hole in the sky when you grow up?"

"Young Master! Quick! Use force to suppress it!"

The Midwife nearby shouted anxiously:

"The young master's sword qi is too strong! If it's not suppressed, I fear it will injure the mother!"

"Suppress? How do I suppress this?" Xu Chen panicked.

"Use your Sword Intent! Guide it! Soothe it!"

Catching her breath, Ye Qingwu gritted her teeth and said:

"Rebellious disciple... use your Grass Character Sword Art... this child... seems very sensitive to Sword Intent..."

"Alright! Listening to Master!"

Xu Chen hesitated no longer. He brought two fingers together and pressed them against Ye Qingwu's prominently swollen abdomen.

"You little rascal, behave!"

"I'm your father! Settle down in your mother's belly!"

Hum—!

A vast, majestic Grass Character Sword Intent flowed from Xu Chen's fingers into Ye Qingwu's body.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

The previously wild, rampaging innate sword qi, sensing Xu Chen's Sword Intent which was of the same origin yet far more powerful, actually calmed down.

It was like a mischievous child suddenly seeing a strict father holding a ruler, instantly becoming utterly docile.

"Whew..."

Ye Qingwu let out a long sigh of relief. That tearing pain finally eased considerably.

"Good child..."

She stroked her belly, a maternal glow appearing on her face.

"Now's the time! Young Madam, push!" Seeing this, the Midwife shouted.

"Ah—!"

With Ye Qingwu's final, all-out cry.

The silvery light pillar shooting into the sky abruptly contracted, transforming into countless tiny sword rays that retreated back into the delivery room.

"Waa—!!!"

An exceptionally loud cry rang out.

But within this cry, there was actually a faint metallic clanging, sonorous and forceful, vibrating the surrounding air.

"Born! Another one is born!"

The Midwife held the baby boy wrapped in silvery sword light, her hands trembling—from excitement and from the vibration of the sword qi.

"Congratulations, Young Master! Another little young master!"

"And... born with sword bones, accompanied by innate sword qi! This is the legendary innate Chaos Sword Body!"

Xu Chen looked at the little fellow held by the Midwife—eyes closed, kicking his legs wildly the moment he was born, each kick releasing a faint sword ray—and couldn't help but laugh heartily:

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Even though you wrecked your old man's house, seeing how outrageously talented you are, I won't spank your bottom!"

Thus.

Within a single day.

Three mythical descendants of the Imperial Clan Xu were all born!