91: Chapter 91 Get Pregnant!

"Not finished, not finished."

"There's one more pill here, do you still want it?"

Su Mo chuckled, shaking the jade bottle.

Xiao Duanjiang squeezed a single word through his teeth:

"Want!"

He then let out a cold snort and vanished.

"Husband, are you alright?"

Xiao Yurou leaned in, carefully checking Su Mo's injuries. The Lightning Tribulation just now had been immense; if it had been her, she wouldn't have been able to pass through it unscathed.

"It's nothing. The injuries inside my body have mostly recovered. I'll be able to move freely in a little while."

"You should head back first."

Hearing this, Xiao Yurou left the cultivation area, looking back every few steps, leaving Su Mo alone in the cultivation room to recuperate.

Su Mo finally had time to check his internal condition.

Sinking his consciousness into his Dantian, he found that the Nascent Soul, which had just been born, had grown a bit. If it had previously looked like a newborn, it now resembled a one or two-year-old child.

The Nascent Soul was autonomously absorbing Spiritual Qi from the outside world, doubling the speed at which Su Mo could Cultivate on his own and making him more enduring in battle.

But that wasn't the most important thing. Su Mo faintly felt that he could manifest a type of Domain through his Nascent Soul.

"Hum!"

An invisible ripple spread from Su Mo's body. With him at the center, a radius of a hundred zhang was suddenly covered by intangible Desire Qi.

"This is the embryonic form of a Nascent Soul Stage Domain. It can enhance the power of your own Spells and weaken your opponents," Hua Rumeng explained.

A sharp glint flashed in Su Mo's eyes. With a thought, the Desire Qi within the embryonic Domain condensed, forming countless invisible Flying Swords.

Thousands of Flying Swords flew about at his command, creating a massive display of power.

"Not bad! This can count as a trump card!"

Dismissing the Flying Swords, Su Mo once again examined the exoskeleton he had been longing for.

"A High Grade Magic Treasure?! It didn't reach the level of a Spirit Treasure."

The exoskeleton, originally a Low Grade Magic Treasure, had been tempered by the purple Lightning Tribulation into a High Grade Magic Treasure. The blue lightning patterns on it had turned purple, faintly emitting the aura of the Lightning Tribulation.

"You think a Spirit Treasure is so easy to create?" Hua Rumeng retorted impatiently.

"What is a Spirit Treasure? It requires the birth of its own consciousness and the Fusion of a sliver of Law."

"The Fusion of Law isn't difficult. Your treasure armor has been tempered by lightning, so it already carries a sliver of Lightning Law. But whether it can give birth to consciousness..."

"...depends on your Opportunity."

Su Mo rubbed his chin, pondering for a moment:

"Sister Hua, aren't you basically a semi-Spirit Tool now? Can you stay inside my exoskeleton for a couple of days?"

Hua Rumeng's fair hand reached out from her dudou and poked Su Mo on the forehead:

"You little brat! I am a Divine Soul, not a Spirit Tool! What do you take me for, staying in your place for two days!"

"Besides, your treasure armor shares the same origin as you; I can't get in at all."

Hearing Hua Rumeng's explanation, a flash of inspiration struck Su Mo:

"Shares the same origin? If I were to separate a sliver of my Divine Soul and put it inside, wouldn't I be able to nurture a Spirit Tool myself?!"

Hua Rumeng was stunned for a moment listening to Su Mo's muttering.

Her dudou was her own Lifebound Treasure, which had only given birth to a Spirit Tool after years of careful nurturing; she had never thought of using this method.

However, this method seemed only possible with a Magic Treasure that shared the same origin as oneself.

"You could try it..."

Hearing Hua Rumeng's reply, a flash of excitement crossed Su Mo's eyes.

"Sister Hua, tell me how to do it!"

Hua Rumeng held her forehead and sighed:

"First, summon your Nascent Soul..."

The Nascent Soul slowly floated out from Su Mo's Dantian, facing Su Mo's physical body.

The sensation was quite wondrous; Su Mo felt as if he had another perspective, able to see his own seated body and the floating Nascent Soul simultaneously.

"The Nascent Soul is forged from a Cultivator's Primordial Spirit, spiritual power, and insights; it inherently contains a Divine Soul," Hua Rumeng instructed.

"Now, use your Desire Qi and spiritual power to form a blade..."

Su Mo condensed a small scalpel in his hand, its edge incredibly sharp.

"Pick a spot and cut off a little bit."

"Does it matter where?"

Hua Rumeng nodded.

"The Nascent Soul is a whole; it doesn't matter where you cut."

Hearing this, Su Mo pinched a tuft of baby hair on the Nascent Soul's head and swallowed hard.

"This shouldn't hurt, right?"

"It won't hurt, not at all. The Desire Qi on the blade is there to dull your pain."

Su Mo gritted his teeth and brought the blade down—

"Awoo!!"

Su Mo let out only one cry before rolling on the ground in agony. This pain went deep into his Soul, comparable to the pain of his little treasure being fiercely kicked by a high heel.

Several hours later, under the influence of the residual medicinal power of the Soul Recovery Pill, Su Mo finally regained his strength.

He climbed up tremblingly, his face pale:

"Didn't you say it wouldn't hurt?"

Hua Rumeng said guiltily:

"You cut too much. Just one strand would have been enough, but you cut a whole tuft..."

Su Mo slowly raised his middle finger:

"You f***ing should have said so sooner!"

Hua Rumeng coughed lightly and changed the subject:

"Now, just place the separated Divine Soul into your treasure armor to nurture it."

As soon as Su Mo pressed the tuft of hair onto the exoskeleton, it "whooshed" and drilled inside.

The entire set of exoskeleton suddenly seemed to come alive, giving off a vibrant, living feeling.

Su Mo sensed a tiny Divine Soul sleeping within the exoskeleton. It pulsed with his own heartbeat, and in the mysterious depths of his mind, he felt a sense of heart-to-heart connection.

"Did it work?"

"Halfway there. The next step is continuous nurturing. Before long, once the Spirit Tool fully awakens, the treasure armor will advance to a Low Grade Spirit Treasure."

One year later.

In the cultivation room, a handsome man slowly opened his eyes.

Su Mo exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his personal panel:

"Finally, Nascent Soul Stage Great Perfection."

【Host: Su Mo】

【Race: Human】

【Rank: Nascent Soul (3600000 / 3600000)】

【Skills: Infinite White Porridge (Never Expires), Infinite Noodle Making】

【Talent: Myriad Races Furnace (Dog's Five Senses)...】

Su Mo did not leave seclusion after breaking through to the Nascent Soul Stage; instead, he stayed in the cultivation room to Cultivate.

His father-in-Law was quite decent, providing enough of all kinds of resources. By the time Su Mo reached the Nascent Soul Stage, he was absorbing only High-Grade Spirit Stones; Mid-Grade Spirit Stones were no longer worth his attention.

"It's time to set off for the Central Region!"

Su Mo stood up and stretched, his joints popping with a resounding crack.

With a gentle flap of the two pairs of purple lightning-patterned wings on his back, Su Mo turned into a streak of purple lightning and shot into the sky.

A breath later, Su Mo arrived outside Xiao Yurou's room.

"Husband?!"

"You've finished your seclusion?"

Xiao Yurou sensed him the moment he landed and trotted over.

Su Mo nodded upon hearing this:

"I am about to set off for the Central Region."

"Can't you let me go with you?"

A glimmer of hope rose in Xiao Yurou's eyes.

"You are only at the Late Stage of the Golden Core currently. Wait until you break through to the Nascent Soul Stage."

Xiao Yurou's Spiritual Root grade wasn't very good, and her own cultivation speed wasn't fast. Because she ran to Su Mo's place every day, she had actually neglected her own cultivation and was still stuck at the Late Stage of the Golden Core.

Xiao Yurou felt a bit disappointed upon hearing Su Mo's words, but she was soon filled with fighting spirit again.

"Who made my daughter sad?!"