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As the afterglow faded, a peaceful atmosphere filled the delivery room.

Bai Jingjing lay on the bed, her breath still weak, but her face radiated maternal glow and a happy smile. Beside her, a tiny baby wrapped in soft brocade was looking at the world with wide, dark eyes.

This little fellow was exquisitely beautiful, with skin as white as the finest mutton-fat jade, without a single wrinkle like that of an ordinary baby. Between his eyebrows, he was born with an extremely fine yet incredibly sharp sword-shaped mark.

The most peculiar thing is that he didn't cry or fuss when he was born. He just lay quietly. In his big, clear black and white eyes, there was no childlike innocence. Instead, there was a cold and sharp look that seemed to see through everything.

"Squeak—"

The door was pushed open, and Houtu, west Wangmu, Nuwa, and other female immortals, after confirming that the breathing inside was stable, could no longer contain themselves and rushed in all at once.

"She gave birth? She gave birth?"

"Oh my, my little darling, let Grandma take a look!"

Houtu was the first to step forward. Looking at the adorable little baby, her face lit up with a smile, and she reached out to hug her.

However, just as her hand was about to touch the baby...

hum!

The baby seemed to sense something, and its right hand instinctively clenched in the air!

In an instant, a solid, palm-sized, pale white bone sword phantom appeared out of thin air in his small hand!

He didn't even look at it; he simply waved it lightly in the direction Houtu was reaching out, as if shooing away flies!

Sizzle—!

A white sword aura, almost invisible to the naked eye, flashed by!

Houtu was startled. As a sage of the earth, her reaction was incredibly fast. Her palm was instantly covered with a thick layer of divine earth light.

But the sword energy ignored her defense, grazed her fingertips with extreme cunning, and slashed hard at the dressing table made of the finest ten-thousand-year-old ice jade in the corner of the delivery room!

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

That incredibly hard ice jade dressing table, which even an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal couldn't scratch even with all their might, was actually cleaved off by this seemingly insignificant sword energy, leaving a fist-sized corner!

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and even exuded a chilling aura!

The entire delivery room fell into a deathly silence!

Everyone stared in disbelief at the shattered ice jade pieces that had fallen to the ground, then looked at the baby who, after unleashing his sword energy, smacked his lips as if nothing had happened, his mind completely blank.

"This...this..."

Houtu stared blankly at the faint white mark on her fingertip, feeling the lingering sharp sword intent that made her heart tremble.

How could a dignified saint like himself almost be injured by a newborn baby?

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan was not alarmed at all. Instead, he burst into a very triumphant and joyful laugh.

"Excellent! What a born swordsman! No wonder he's my son, Lin Xuan's son!"

He stepped forward and scooped the little one into his arms.

The little guy seemed to sense the same domineering aura emanating from his father. Instead of resisting, he affectionately nuzzled Lin Xuan's chest with his little head, and the illusory bone sword in his hand disappeared.

"Husband, this child..." The Queen Mother of the West stared in shock at the severed corner of the ice jade table.

"Born with a sword physique, destined for slaughter. This child was born to fight." Lin Xuan held his son, his smile filled with pride and doting. "This sharpness cannot be suppressed; we can only let it run its course."

He looked down into the pair of clear yet cold eyes in his arms and said with a smile, "Since you were born to be a sword, then your father will give you a name."

"Let's call him... Lin Zhan!"

cut!

Slay all illusions in the world, and vanquish all invading enemies!

This name is simple and direct, yet it is full of the unreasonable domineering nature of the Pangu Palace!

"Lin Zhan... What a great name!" Zhu Rong, who had just squeezed in outside the door, slapped his thigh excitedly upon hearing the name. "Just hearing that name makes him sound like a tough guy! He'll definitely cause even more trouble than his Great Sage brother!"

Just as everyone was gathered around the newborn little demon king "Lin Zhan" and discussing it, the system notification sounded in Lin Xuan's mind again.

[Ding! Detected that the host's offspring has displayed extraordinary swordsmanship talent, triggering a special reward!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Fragment of the Origin of the Sword's Path x1!]