"Lu Lang, look at this child, she’s actually not crying, she’s looking at 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 improvents from the Immortal Beauty Technique and Peach Blossom Gu, Lu Changsheng had extraordinarily handso features, which ant his children were all either strikingly handso 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 na for this child?”
"I have, of course, thought of one,” Lu Changsheng replied imdiately 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 na, 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 nas with anings related to his wife’s na.
"Wangshu, Lu Wangshu,” Xiao Xiyue repeated the child’s na, a smile appearing on her sowhat pale and weak face.
She obviously also heard the aning in the na.
"If Xi Yue has thought of any good nas, that’s fine too,” Lu Changsheng continued.
Having picked hundreds of nas, he wasn’t particularly concerned about the nas of his children.
Any na his wife fancied would be fine.
"Xi Yue is very satisfied with this na,” Xiao Xiyue said with a gentle smile.
Then, the two of them held their child, whispering sweet nothings to each other, filled with endearnt and affection.
anwhile.
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 re 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.
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 ti, she pondered the Supre 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 Supre Forgetful Love Technique’s process from attachnt to detachnt made it easier to beco deeply ensnared with each advancent 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.
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