Mountain and River Festival

Chapter 525 You Can't Have Babies

Sensing the small amount of mountain and river energy flowing into Lu Xingzhou's palm, Jiang Yuan's first thought in her somewhat dazed mind was: It's almost time for dinner again...

Then his face turned bright red.

Oh no, I've been led astray by these scoundrels.

But the problem that arose from absorbing that drop of blood was indeed this. Theoretically, the blood's energy was just within her absorbable range, which she initially thought would be easily solved. However, in practice, she discovered that some things aren't solely determined by energy levels.

Although that blood wasn't imperial blood, it was from a few generations closer. That imperial aura, that domineering presence overlooking the world, was almost a completely different race from that of this silly little princess.

It seemed as if one could feel the lingering resentment in one's blood cursing: "Where did this filthy beggar come from, pretending to be my descendant?"

As a result, the land was in turmoil and could not be reconciled.

If it weren't for the fact that he was indeed a descendant and there was still some affinity between them, he probably would have exploded long ago.

When Lu Xingzhou's energy entered her body, it was like timely rain for Jiang, giving her a certain amount of imperial energy that could resonate and neutralize that drop. Gradually, she finally calmed down and completely absorbed and digested it.

Lu Xingzhou could feel Jiang Yuan's power starting to surge wildly. The purer ancient imperial bloodline had obviously boosted her cultivation. She was already half a step into the Huiyang realm when she released the suppression, but now she broke through the Huiyang barrier with a bang.

Then, due to the suppression of some secret technique, his bloodline was concealed, and Huiyang returned to Tengyun, only showing the peak of the first rank.

Lu Xingzhou was secretly shocked. This might be the youngest Super Grade he had ever seen. Is the ancient bloodline really that powerful? No wonder the pursuers might come after him because of this bloodline. This is definitely a bug that breaks the balance, right?
Lu Xingzhou's professional alchemist instincts were triggered, and he began to examine Jiang Yuan's body with his mind. Jiang Yuan kept her eyes closed and was too embarrassed to open them.

The blood was given by someone else, and now even the blood-absorbing agent was given by someone else. What else is truly yours?
How did a princess from one of the eight ancient clans end up as a beggar in this remote and impoverished human realm? She owes more and more money, and she has almost no way to repay it.

And why is his hand still on his stomach...?

She wanted to ask him to take his hand away, but it would seem like she was betraying him after using him, so she felt a little embarrassed. He was just concerned about her condition... Jiang Yuan felt the warmth of his hand on her stomach, as if some strange force was flowing into her body through her dantian, and she felt as if she was being exposed and scrutinized.

Something came in... Goosebumps rose on the girl's skin, but she dared not make a sound.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" A voice suddenly rang out, and Dugu Qingli, Yuan Muyu, and even Ji Wenchuan rushed in: "The energy here is boiling, the reaction is wrong, what happened? Uh..."

Then everyone stared blankly as Lu Xingzhou touched Jiang Yuan's belly, and Ji Wenchuan silently withdrew from the house.

Yuan Muyu crushed the newly repaired wheelchair armrests for the third time.

wheelchair:"……"

Next time, I suggest not fixing it.

A chill filled the room, and frost covered everything. Dugu Qingli strode forward, looked her up and down, and said in a harsh voice, as if her voice was being forced out from between her teeth, "I don't see anything wrong. Lu Xingzhou, when are you going to take your hands off your stepmother?"

Lu Xingzhou reluctantly withdrew his probing spiritual energy and said, "She is not my stepmother."

"Oh, it's Auntie."

"...Neither."

“We in the demonic path understand this best.” Yuan Muyu said coolly, “This is about wiping out a branch of the sect and then playing with their female relatives. Lord Lu is quite the player now.”

Jiang Yuan could no longer feign death and opened her eyes in exasperation: "This is just an alchemist treating an illness! Is this all the brains you, the Holy Maiden of Tianyao and the Demon Lord of the Underworld, have left?"

Yuan Muyu spun her wheelchair away: "The spiritual energy even reached the mammary glands. I wonder what illness it treated. It must have felt very comfortable."

Jiang Yuan was certain that even if he wasn't sick to begin with, he would still develop breast nodules after meeting this group of people. Wouldn't it be perfectly normal for him to clear them up in advance?
Besides, does Yama even have such a thing? Why is he so concerned about it?

Ji Wenchuan and Yuan Muyu had both left, unable to bear the sight any longer. Only Dugu Qingli remained, arms crossed, looking down at Jiang Yuan sitting cross-legged on the bed: "Has your cultivation gone mad?"

Jiang Yuan forced a smile and said, "I guess so."

"Aren't you ancient bloodlines supposed to be immune to negative effects? How can you still go into qi deviation? It seems you're not a good bloodline after all."

Jiang Yuan said, "Yes, yes, it's not as good as the Ice Demon bloodline."

Dugu Qingli said, "I am not of the Ice Demon bloodline, I am of human bloodline, and I possess the Ice Soul Sword Body."

Lu Xingzhou couldn't hold back any longer. Now they've gone from appraising cultivation techniques to appraising bloodlines, haven't they? There's nothing good in this world anymore.

Jiang Yuan said irritably, "You don't have human blood; you're a spirit born of nature, essentially an incarnation of the source of ice. Generally speaking, you can't have children."

Dugu Qingli's disdainful expression vanished, and she seemed to have suffered a critical blow, taking a small step back.

Actually, Little White Hair had never considered having children, but for some reason, the thought made him feel very uncomfortable.

Lu Xingzhou's heart skipped a beat: "You know this?"

Jiang Yuan said, "I don't know about her, but I know that all spirits of heaven and earth are like this."

Do you know the solution?

Jiang Yuan replied matter-of-factly, "I don't know."

The room fell silent for a moment. Jiang Yuan looked at the devastated and worried couple, feeling both contempt and a little sympathy. She said, "There should be a way. We can try to find one if we go to the Ancient Realm later."

From then on, the concept of the "Ancient Realm" was deeply ingrained in Dugu Qingli's mind. Lu Xingzhou also secretly harbored a thought, and let out a long breath: "I came to find you because I wanted to ask if you were coming back to Daqian with us."

Jiang Yuan was taken aback: "Why did you go back after just leaving?"

"Of course not going back, but going to the south of the Great Qian."

Jiang Yuan's heart stirred; she really wanted to go. Coming from the ancient realm to the mortal world, she would broaden her horizons wherever she went, and she would be excited no matter where she went. Besides, it would be nice to have company.

But seeing the way Dugu Qingli looked at the mistress, she finally said, "I don't want to go. If you want me to keep my promise and be your bodyguard, then I can only listen to you."

Those peach blossom eyes blinked rapidly, the unspoken message being, "Give me your orders quickly."

Lu Xingzhou replied, "Since you don't want to go, then forget it. Be careful training alone."

Jiang Yuan: "?"

Dugu Qingli's lips curled slightly, a rare smile appearing on her face.

Jiang Yuan was like a mute eating bitter herbs, unable to express her suffering. If she were to say she wanted to go too, would she be seen as offering herself up to a man?
But I just wanted to go to the South for fun.

…………

Going to the south of Daqian, there is at least a long stretch of road that can be traveled with Yuan Muyu and others.

Yuan Muyu took out an airship, and a group of people boarded it.

Jiang Yuan, who "didn't want to go," didn't get on the boat. Instead, she sat alone in her small wooden boat, hiding far away and sniffling as she followed behind.

Yuan Muyu quietly asked Ji Wenchuan, "You say I'm stubborn, but isn't that little girl in the red dress much more stubborn than me? Why does she have to be like that?"

Ji Wenchuan, with his hands clasped, said, "That's just a young girl being shy."

The implication was that you're an old lady, so please don't do that.

Yuan Muyu said, "You're applying double standards."

“This is really different.” Ji Wenchuan sighed. “Besides, I’m really not an expert. I’ve known more women than Lao Lu has been with. What’s the use of asking me?”

Yuan Muyu took a deep breath: "You can use a different comparison method."

Ji Wenchuan shut his mouth.

Yuan Muyu said, "You may not have a woman, but what you said before makes a lot of sense."

"That's just social etiquette."

"How come you, an assassin, are so knowledgeable about human relationships?"

Ji Wenchuan remained silent and did not reply.

Wherever there are people, there is a world of its own. Do you think the workplace in the underworld isn't a workplace?

Besides, serving a ruler is like walking on thin ice. With a boss as capricious as you, if I didn't understand things, I don't know if you'd beat me to death first. Even now, I'm still worried about whether you heard my slander that night...

Yuan Muyu was too lazy to say anything more to him and turned to look at the cabin.

Lu Xingzhou and Dugu Qingli did not enjoy the breeze and scenery on the deck, but instead hid in the cabin, whispering amongst themselves.

Yuan Muyu felt like she was being bitten by ants as she watched this scene. She suddenly regretted it and realized that they should have gone their separate ways. Watching them talk about their sweet love every day was like self-torture.

But this was the first time in so many years that Yuan Muyu had spent so much time with Lu Xingzhou normally, and she was reluctant to part with it.

Fortunately, she didn't listen to what the young couple was saying; otherwise, she probably wouldn't have been able to stand it.

Dugu Qingli asked Lu Xingzhou in a low voice, "Can't I really have a baby?"

Lu Xingzhou also placed his hand on her lower abdomen to examine her, and after a while said, "From a medical point of view, you can only be diagnosed with uterine cold. But from a cultivation point of view, what Jiang Yuan said makes a lot of sense. A spirit born of heaven and earth has no reason to reproduce."

"Is it really only the ancient realm that can solve this?"

Lu Xingzhou nibbled on her crystal-clear earlobe: "Want to have a baby?"

Dugu Qingli wasn't sure if she wanted to, and logically, she shouldn't have such thoughts. They were only in a relationship, not an affair; they hadn't even done many things yet, so why was she already thinking about having a baby?

But it can't be that you can't have children.

Lu Xingzhou said, "From the perspective of alchemists and doctors, my current cultivation goal might just solve your problem."

Dugu Qingli was stunned: "What?"

"The sun is really hot."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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