304: Chapter 304 Shadow's Exclusive Favor

Xu Chen's voice had just fallen, giving Mo Han no time to react or decline.

He leaned down slightly and, with a sweep of his arms, directly picked up the black-clad girl who had guarded outside the door all night in a princess carry.

Mo Han's body instantly tensed like a fully drawn bow. Her hands, which held a sword year-round and had thin spear calluses on the fingertips, subconsciously reached for the ancient black sword at her waist—her only source of security as an assassin.

But a moment before she touched the hilt, Xu Chen's warm palm had already covered it, firmly wrapping her cold little hand within his own.

"In here, you don't need a sword."

Xu Chen looked down, his deep gaze falling like something tangible upon Mo Han's expressionless, exquisite face, his tone carrying an unquestionable dominance.

Mo Han's eyes, which were usually like a pool of stagnant water, flickered slightly.

With a slight movement of Xu Chen's fingertips, a streak of purple-gold Spiritual Qi steadily supported the ancient sword and stowed it by his side.

He did not take Mo Han into the main sleeping palace; there were two women there who he had just completely won over and were currently sleeping soundly. Mo Han had a cold and solitary nature and was not used to sharing this rare warmth with other women.

With a thought from Xu Chen, the Saint King level space Law rippled out in circles of barely visible waves beneath his feet.

The figures of the two instantly disappeared from the shadow of the corridor pillars.

The next moment, they appeared deep within a side hall, in a secret quiet room usually used for secluded cultivation.

Night-luminescent pearls emitting a soft glow were embedded in the walls around the quiet room. In the center was a large soft couch covered with Thousand-Year Spiritual Fox Snow-White Fur. As Xu Chen stepped in, the quiet room's defensive Formation automatically activated, completely isolating all outside sounds and auras.

Xu Chen placed Mo Han on the soft snow-white fur couch.

The morning's cold dew had soaked through Mo Han's thin, tight black night-suit, the fabric clinging tightly to her skin. Xu Chen was in no hurry; the Grandmist blood Qi within him, like a furnace, emanated from his body, turning into a gentle warm breeze that evaporated the moisture on her body bit by bit.

Feeling this meticulous warmth, layers of ripples arose in Mo Han's eyes, which were usually like a pool of stagnant water.

She was naturally not good with words and did not know how to say witty remarks to please a man. Her way of expressing affection had always been through the most direct actions.

Mo Han sat up, her hands that held a sword year-round and had thin spear calluses proactively reached for the belt of Xu Chen's black python robe. Although her movements weren't as enchanting as Hua Jieyu's, they carried a sense of wholehearted piety and dependence.

Xu Chen grabbed her wrists and Favorable situation pressed her back onto the snow-white fur couch.

"Usually you always hide in the shadows and don't fight for anything. Today, there's no one else in this quiet room; it's all yours."

Xu Chen leaned down and kissed Mo Han's somewhat cool lips.

The temperature inside the quiet room rose rapidly.

Mo Han cast aside all her coldness and wariness, like a lonely boat tossing in a violent storm, clinging tightly to Xu Chen's shoulders, using her raspy and suppressed moans to pour out her long-accumulated longing.

Time passed quietly under the isolation of the Formation.

From the morning sun to nightfall, and then to the first bird song of the next morning piercing through the mist of the Xu Family's Back Mountain.

When the lingering atmosphere in the quiet room finally settled, Mo Han curled up in Xu Chen's arms like a satisfied black cat.

Her originally pale and cold face was now nourished and rosy. Her breathing was steady and long, and her hands still tightly grasped Xu Chen's fingers, showing a strong sense of security.

Xu Chen leaned on the soft couch, one hand around her slender waist, looking softly at her sleeping face.

Just then, a slight fluctuation came from deep within Xu Chen's Sea of Consciousness.

The deep blue System panel popped out without warning, and rows of gold-stamped characters quickly appeared in his sight.

【Target meeting the standard detected: Mo Han】

【Vital signs stable, Yin and Yang intersection has reached Perfection】

【Ding. Congratulations to the host, the target has successfully conceived.】

【Nurturing: shadow saint fetus】

Looking at the brief but weighty lines on the panel, a flash of ecstatic light suddenly burst from Xu Chen's deep black eyes.

I've hit the jackpot.

He originally just felt sorry for Mo Han's silent contributions and wanted to give her an exclusive warmth. He didn't expect this quiet, Three-No Assassin to give him such a huge surprise, successfully nurturing the shadow saint fetus with top-tier assassin talent.

The smile at the corners of Xu Chen's mouth could no longer be suppressed. He lowered his head and gave a heavy kiss on Mo Han's smooth and full forehead.

This movement caused Mo Han to wake instantly from her dream. Her assassin's instinct made her eyes snap open with a trace of confused alertness, but after seeing Xu Chen's handsome, smiling face, the alertness instantly dissipated, turning into a pool of gentle spring water.

"Master..."

As soon as she spoke, her lips were pressed by Xu Chen's warm finger.

"Called me wrong again."

Xu Chen took the opportunity to hold her hand, guiding her soft palm to press slowly against her own flat and smooth lower abdomen.

Mo Han was stunned, her cold eyes showing a trace of confusion.

"Here, there is already our flesh and blood." Xu Chen stared into her eyes and announced word by word, "Mo Han, you are pregnant with a shadow saint fetus."

This sentence was like a thunderclap, violently splitting the ice deep within Mo Han's Soul.

Her face, which always remained calm and indifferent, completely lost control at this moment. Mo Han's mouth hung open slightly, her eyes instantly turned red, and she looked down at her lower abdomen in disbelief.

Pregnant.

This word, for an assassin who had grown up crawling through piles of dead bodies with hands stained with blood, was something she wouldn't even dare to dream of. She had always thought she was just a blade for her master to kill people, a shadow without a future.

But now, this man who had redeemed her from endless slaughter told her that a new life was being nurtured inside her body.

"I... I have my husband's child?"

Mo Han's voice was so choked up it was almost inaudible. Those hands that had never trembled in the slightest while holding a sword were now shaking violently, stroking her belly with extreme care, for fear that even a little force would disturb the unformed little life inside.

Large, hot teardrops welled up and fell, hitting Xu Chen's chest along her cheeks.

"Why are you crying? This is a great joy."

Xu Chen reached out to wipe the tear tracks from the corners of her eyes, pulled her whole body tightly into his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"From today on, you are no longer anyone's shadow. You are my, Xu Chen's, woman, one of the future mistresses of the Xu Family, and the mother of our child. Take good care of the pregnancy. From now on, in this world, if anyone dares to make you suffer even a bit of grievance, or dares to hurt a single hair on you or the child, I swear I will exterminate ten generations of their clan and extract their Divine Soul to light a Sky Lantern."

Hearing this undisguised, dominant protection, Mo Han completely broke down.

She buried her face deep into the crook of Xu Chen's neck, held his broad shoulders tightly with both hands, and nodded heavily with all her strength.