153: Chapter 152 The Birth of Siblings and Extraordinary Phenomena

On this day, Saintess Yu Keqing was about to give birth.

One moment the scorching sun was high in the sky, and the next, the sky suddenly darkened, as if night had fallen.

Above the imperial city, a strange, fiery-red pillar of light poured down from the vault of heaven, plunging straight into Saintess Yu Keqing's palace chambers. Yet, it caused no harm, carrying instead a gentle, cozy warmth.

Immediately after, a bolt of lightning sliced through the sky, and above the clouds, a towering, god-like phantom slowly revealed itself.

The phantom was solemn and sacred, with features as beautiful as a painting and fluttering robes, resembling a supreme female emperor looking down upon the mortal world.

An invisible pressure spread, making people instinctively want to kneel and worship.

"Your Majesty..." Saintess Yu Keqing lay on the bed, her face pale. Looking at the phenomenon outside the window, she was completely dazed.

She was merely giving birth to a child, yet it caused such a massive disturbance? A heaven and earth phenomenon? A female emperor phantom? Just what kind of incredible talent could create such a spectacle?

Xiao Ye squeezed her hand, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the nice weather. "Don't be afraid, I am here. Just focus on giving birth with peace of mind. Even if the sky falls, I will hold it up for you."

By now, the palace maids and eunuchs had already knelt uncontrollably all over the floor, kowtowing and worshiping the figure of the female emperor in the sky, their bodies completely refusing to obey them.

Some of the faint-hearted ones were already crying from fright.

Xiao Ye frowned as he looked at the phantom, muttering in his heart: 'This commotion is even bigger than when Xiao Yan was born. Could she be an even bigger troublemaker than her older brother?'

"Ah—!" Saintess Yu Keqing's cry of pain pulled his thoughts back.

"Push! Push harder!" The midwife's voice echoed from the inner room, full of vigor.

Xiao Ye paced back and forth outside the door, feeling more nervous than when he was Undergoing Tribulation.

The female emperor phantom in the sky grew clearer and clearer, as if she were about to step out from the clouds.

And then—

"Wah—!"

A loud cry resounded through the palace chambers. At the same time, the phantom in the sky suddenly lowered her head, seemingly glancing down, her lips curving up slightly before she slowly dissipated.

The dark clouds dispersed, sunlight spilled down once more, and everything returned to normal.

The midwife walked out holding a wrinkled little baby, her face beaming with joy. "Congratulations, Your Majesty, it's a little princess!"

Xiao Ye took his daughter. Looking at her wrinkled little face, and then at the clear sky outside, he swallowed hard.

"This girl is probably going to be an extraordinary figure..."

Saintess Yu Keqing leaned weakly against the headboard, looking at the little one in Xiao Ye's arms. Her lips curved up slightly. "Your Majesty, please give her a name."

Xiao Ye thought for a moment, looked at the sky, and said solemnly, "Let's call her... Princess Xiao Yi."

Saintess Yu Keqing: "...Are you sure you didn't just pick that randomly?"

"Of course not!" Xiao Ye replied righteously. "This is the result of my deep consideration."

Saintess Yu Keqing rolled her eyes, too lazy to expose him.

"Ding—" The System's voice arrived as expected. "Congratulations to the host for birthing an offspring with a Mutated Spiritual Root! Reward: 18 years of cultivation base! Ten spirit ascension pills! Divine Artifact—Female Emperor Crown (When worn, Cultivation speed increases fivefold, and Comprehension Ability is doubled)!"

Xiao Ye's eyes lit up. He looked down at the little girl in his arms, then at the rewards on the System panel, and his mouth slowly stretched into a wide grin.

"This girl is truly daddy's little lucky star!"

He held his daughter and gave her a kiss. The little girl immediately burst out crying with a "wah", her voice even louder than before.

Xiao Ye hurriedly tried to soothe her, flustered. "Don't cry, don't cry, daddy won't kiss you anymore, won't kiss you..."

Saintess Yu Keqing couldn't help but laugh at this scene.

Just a few days after Saintess Yu Keqing gave birth, Saintess Wu Qingqing also went into labor.

Before Xiao Ye's butt could even warm his seat, he hurriedly rushed over to Saintess Wu Qingqing's palace chambers.

Li Fu ran after him in a flurry, holding a gift list in his hand and muttering, "Master, with them giving birth one after another, should the one-month celebration be held together?!"

Xiao Ye didn't even turn his head. "My children's one-month celebrations must be held separately, not a single one can be left out!"

Li Fu's mouth twitched, and he silently put away the gift list. When Master got generous, he truly became unreasonable.

Outside Saintess Wu Qingqing's palace chambers, Xiao Ye paced back and forth, feeling even more nervous than when Saintess Yu Keqing was giving birth.

From inside came Saintess Wu Qingqing's suppressed cries of pain, occasionally mixed with the midwife's urging of "push, push!"

"Your Majesty, please stop pacing—" Li Fu really couldn't take it anymore. "You're making me dizzy."

Xiao Ye glared at him, just about to speak—

The sky suddenly changed color.

The scorching sun was high, but suddenly dark clouds began to surge. They were not ordinary dark clouds, however, but gold and purple auspicious clouds, layered upon layer, covering the entire sky.

A golden pillar of light descended from the heavens, enveloping the entire palace chambers. The light was so dazzling that people could barely open their eyes. Immediately after, thousands of sword shadows appeared in the sky, densely packed and suspended in mid-air. They all lowered slightly toward the palace chambers in unison, as if paying homage.

Ten Thousand Swords Homage!

"Holy crap!" Xiao Ye looked up at the breathtakingly spectacular sword array, his mouth open wide enough to fit a fist. "This boy is even more fierce than his sister?"

When Saintess Yu Keqing gave birth to a daughter, there was a female emperor phantom; when Saintess Wu Qingqing gave birth to a son, there was the Ten Thousand Swords Homage—these two children were each more absurd than the other.

The entire imperial capital erupted.

"A phenomenon from heaven! Another phenomenon from heaven!"

"Emperor Xiao's genes are too strong, aren't they? Every child he fathers triggers a phenomenon?"

"It's not that Emperor Xiao is strong, it's that his consorts are strong! Consort Yu is the Saintess of Baihua Valley, and Consort Wu is the daughter of a Taiyi Sect Elder. Those are top-tier Bloodlines!"

"Even so, Emperor Xiao's seed has to be good..."

The discussions rose and fell, but Xiao Ye turned a deaf ear, staring intently at the gates of the palace chambers.

"Wah—!"

A loud cry echoed from within. At the same time, the thousands of sword shadows in the sky let out a clear chime in unison, as if in congratulation, before slowly dissipating.

The gold and purple auspicious clouds transformed into a shower of flowers falling from the sky, drifting down in a dreamlike beauty.

The midwife walked out holding a small baby wrapped in brocade, her face full of joy. "Congratulations, Your Majesty, it's a prince!"

Xiao Ye took his son. Looking down at the wrinkled little face and then at the flower rain that had not yet fully dispersed in the sky, his grin stretched from ear to ear.

"This boy's spectacle is even grander than his sister's." He bounced the little fellow in his arms and said with a smile, "Alright, daddy will give you a domineering name—Xiao Jian! The 'Jian' from Ten Thousand Swords Homage!"

Saintess Wu Qingqing leaned weakly against the headboard. Hearing this, her lips curved up slightly and she did not object. Though the name was simple and crude, it was quite fitting for the occasion.

"Ding—" The System's voice arrived as expected. "Congratulations to the host for birthing an offspring with a Mutated Spiritual Root! Reward: 20 years of cultivation base! Ten spirit ascension pills! Divine-Grade sword technique—Heavenly Emperor Sword Art!"

Xiao Ye's eyes lit up. Heavenly Emperor Sword Art? Just by the name, it was more than a grade higher than the Heaven-Slaying Draw-Sword Technique. He looked down at little Xiao Jian in his arms and couldn't help but kiss him.

"Son, you are truly daddy's lucky star!"