Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family

Chapter 207: The 2nd Spiritual Body Child! (3)

”Lu Lang, look at this child, she’s actually not crying, she’s looking at me and smiling.”

Xiao Xiyue said to Lu Changsheng, holding the baby in his arms, in a soft voice.

This child was a girl.

Her skin was like jade, fair with a rosy undertone, and two large eyes, clear-cut in black and white, were looking at Lu Changsheng and Xiao Xiyue.

”Yes, this child, Xi Yue, you carried her for eleven months before giving birth, she is surely extraordinary.”

”Look at these eyes, this nose, so much like yours.”

Lu Changsheng looked at the child and laughed.

Thanks to the improvements from the Immortal Beauty Technique and Peach Blossom Gu, Lu Changsheng had extraordinarily handsome features, which meant his children were all either strikingly handsome or beautiful.

There were no ugly children.

”Lu Lang, you’re always so flattering, she’s so little, how can you even tell?”
Xiao Xiyue looked at the child’s facial features, also very happy, revealing a blissful smile.

Then she asked, “Lu Lang, have you thought of a good name for this child?”

”I have, of course, thought of one,” Lu Changsheng replied immediately upon hearing this.

”Since it’s a girl, I hope she can be like you, Xi Yue, akin to the Guanghan Fairy of the Nine Heavens Bright Moon.”

”So, as for the name, how about Wangshu? What do you think?”

Lu Changsheng smiled and said aloud.

Wangshu, in ancient mythology, is the deity who drives the moon’s chariot and is also a poetic reference to the moon itself.

He now enjoyed picking names with meanings related to his wife’s name.

”Wangshu, Lu Wangshu,” Xiao Xiyue repeated the child’s name, a smile appearing on her somewhat pale and weak face.

She obviously also heard the meaning in the name.

”If Xi Yue has thought of any good names, that’s fine too,” Lu Changsheng continued.

Having picked hundreds of names, he wasn’t particularly concerned about the names of his children.

Any name his wife fancied would be fine.

”Xi Yue is very satisfied with this name,” Xiao Xiyue said with a gentle smile.

Then, the two of them held their child, whispering sweet nothings to each other, filled with endearment and affection.

Meanwhile.

Qingyun Sect.

Atop the luxurious palace on Caiyun Peak, a breathtakingly beautiful woman stood quietly at the balustrade, gazing into the distance.

Her beauty was difficult to describe with mere words like “nation toppling.”

Tall and slender, her graceful figure was dressed in a gown that resembled flowing rosy clouds.

Her long, luscious black hair was elegantly styled in a bun, fastened with a phoenix-shaped hairpin, conveying her nobility and grace beyond compare.

Even standing still, she emitted a presence that made others feel unworthy and dared not to defile her majestic beauty.

”More than three years have passed, and I wonder how Xi Yue is doing.”

Yun Wanshang gazed into the distance, a surge of emotions suddenly filling her heart, prompting thoughts of her disciple Xiao Xiyue, who had left the mountain. řἈ𐌽ò𝔟Ε𝙎

When Xiao Xiyue had left the mountain, she told her that this period of trials could last a short three years or as long as five years.

Now that three years had passed, an unexpected rush of emotions made her think of Xiao Xiyue’s circumstances.

Although Xiao Xiyue’s trials were not supposed to be very dangerous,

Yun Wanshang still couldn’t help but worry.

In her spare time, she pondered the Supreme Forgetful Love Technique.

With the insights Xiao Xiyue had previously provided, Yun Wanshang had different realizations upon reflection, gaining a deeper understanding of the profound mysteries of this Cultivation Technique.

She understood that the Supreme Forgetful Love Technique’s process from attachment to detachment made it easier to become deeply ensnared with each advancement in cultivation.

One careless step, and one might never be able to extricate oneself.

After all, everyone has their emotions and desires.

Even those with firm Dao Hearts find it difficult to contend with the complexities of emotions.

”Master.”

Just then, a woman in a white palace gown approached the pavilion and bowed to Yun Wanshang.

This woman appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

She had a striking, well-defined face, with sharp, narrow eyes that combined feminine softness with a hint of brisk coldness.

Her nose was shapely and her lips tender, naturally rosy without the need for rouge.

Her long black hair was simply tied back in a ponytail, and she carried an azure, wavering spiritual sword on her back. She exuded a cool, aloof aura, like a peerless sword fairy.

”Qing Yi, you’re back. Is there any progress?” Yun Wanshang asked as she turned to look at the woman.

This disciple was Chu Qingyi, her eldest one, who had been sent out on a mission.

”Master, according to my investigation, there are indeed issues with the Xiahou Family; they show signs of practicing Demonic Techniques,” Chu Qingyi reported, her voice crisp and cold.

”Have you been able to determine which Demonic Technique these traces originate from? Could it be the work of a spy from another nation?” Yun Wanshang asked, not surprised by the news.

”I haven’t discovered relevant information yet,”

”But through certain clues, it seems the Xiahou Family’s Demonic Techniques are related to the practice of refining corpses,” Chu Qingyi stated.

”Refining corpses,”

Upon hearing this, Yun Wanshang’s starry, brilliant eyes showed a trace of coldness.