Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 109 Prodigy

"Did you understand?" Lingjiu's breathing became erratic. "Do you know what Mom was saying?"

Jiang Yun didn't say anything more, but he nudged her chin with his head.

Those eyes were dark and deep, without fear or hesitation, just calmly looking at her, as if they had already walked all the paths before.

He doesn't act like a child; he seems more like an adult who has thought everything through and made a decision.

Ling Jiu suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

She recalled when she was pregnant, the little one inside her would always move when she was about to give up, as if telling her not to be afraid.

I recalled the inexplicable surge of help she received when she broke through to a higher realm. I remembered what Wei Yun had said—this child is no ordinary child.

She always thought it was because of her strong life soul and innate Dao body.

But now her son is sitting in her lap, and he is telling her "go".

In that instant, the tug-of-war in Ling Jiu's heart suddenly stopped swaying.

"good.

She hugged Jiang Yun tightly, resting her chin on the top of his head, her voice hoarse.

"If you say you want to go, then Mom will go with you."

"No one can touch you. Your mother is now at the Hidden Spirit Realm, and with the signal that Grandma sent Steward Wei, I'll handle the Ling family and the Imperial Council. If anyone dares to slight a hair on your head, your mother will fight them to the death."

Jiang Yun leaned against her and nuzzled closer.

He could sense that the twisted and contradictory emotions deep within his mother's soul were gradually being sorted out and settling down.

The tension that was originally filled with a desire to protect slowly transformed into something else.

Softer, yet harder.

The soft part is showing him tenderness, the hard part is the fierce determination to stand up for him.

With the support of the Mother Body in the Hidden Spirit Realm, this emotion surged into his meridians through the [Mother and Child Connected Hearts], and it was even more nourishing than drinking milk normally.

"Fine," Jiang Yun thought to herself.

First hurdle passed.

Next up is Qiu Mian's side.

The old man paced around the compound several times, too afraid to go in, until Wei Yun stopped him with a single sentence. Now that his mother had given in, things would be much easier.

But Yanzi's words, "the echoes of the past," were still stuck in his mind.

He closed his eyes briefly; the throbbing pain in his temples hadn't subsided.

This simulation was too drastic; the computing power dropped from 122 to 35 in one go, and I felt a bit dizzy.

Lingjiu noticed that he had become listless, so she quickly lowered her head.

"What's wrong? Are you sleepy?"

Jiang Yun buried her face in her arms without responding, continuing to drink milk to reassure her mother.

Sure enough, through the bond between mother and child, he sensed that with this action, the pressure on his mother's heart eased.

"You—you heartless little foodie."

The next morning.

Jiang Yun was awakened by a fragrant aroma.

Jiang Ren was busy in the kitchen, and the aroma of Xinghe Yangyuan Congee filled the first floor.

He opened his eyes, his mind still sluggish, his temples throbbing, and he was several beats slower to wake up than usual.

The aftereffects of last night's analysis haven't completely dissipated yet.

"Hey, why does Ah-Yun seem so listless today?"

Jiang Ren noticed this as soon as she picked him up, and pinched his little cheek. "His eyes aren't even open. Were you tired from shopping yesterday?"

Lingjiu came out of the kitchen with a bowl in her hand. She glanced at her son, didn't say anything, but her eyes changed.

She didn't sleep a wink last night, and after making up her mind, she sent a message to the testing center before dawn.

"Aren".

Lingjiu put down the bowl of porridge, her tone more serious than usual, "I have something to tell you."

Jiang Ren was teasing Hao Jiajia when she heard this and looked up: "What's wrong, Sister Jiu? What's wrong with your expression—"

"I've contacted Director Qiu."

The spoon in Jiang Ren's hand fell into the bowl with a "clatter".

Why did you contact him?

Her voice rose, then as if she'd suddenly realized something, her face turned deathly pale. "Sister Jiu, you wouldn't be...about the Ghost Mother thing? Don't scare me!"

Ling Jiu nodded, indicating that it was just as she had guessed.

Jiang Ren jumped up: "Are you crazy! A-Yun is only three months old! Dai Ziqing's child is already this big!"

"It was A-Yun who wanted to go," Ling Jiu gently interrupted her.

The living room fell silent.

Jiang Ren stared at her blankly, then turned to look at Jiang Yun.

The little one was nestled in his mother's arms, yawning listlessly, but when his dark eyes met hers, they were frighteningly alert.

"I'll go myself—"

Jiang Ren's lips moved slightly, "He... how old is he? What does he know?"

She stopped talking before she could finish.

Because she remembered.

This little guy can watch science lessons on the tablet, and he's even better at taking care of Jiajia than she is. Yesterday, he even managed to pull Tang Xun out of the void.

What do you know?

He seems to know everything.

Just then, Ling Jiu's wrist device vibrated.

This is a response from the testing center.

She raised her hand and tapped the screen. A line of text popped up on the screen, and the sender's name was clearly "Qiu Mian".

The message was only one short sentence—

"Ms. Lin Jiu, thank you and young Jiang Yun for your determination to contribute to the Empire. I am waiting outside the compound. Please open the door."

Lingjiu put her phone on the table and stood up.

"Sister Wei, open the door. Let him in."

Wei Yun responded and had already reached the door.

Wei Yun went out first, and when she came back, she was followed by a middle-aged man.

Jiang Yun was held in Ling Jiu's arms, and she was stunned when she first looked at her.

Is this still the same calm and collected Director Qiu from the testing center?

His eyes were sunken, he had a layer of stubble, the collar of his uniform jacket was wrinkled, and the handle of the briefcase in his hand was worn rough. He looked like he hadn't slept for three days.

"Ms. Lin Jiu." Qiu Mian stood at the living room doorway, not daring to go in, and first bowed, "I apologize for disturbing you."

Lingjiu invited him to sit down.

When he sat down, he carefully placed his briefcase on his lap, his posture showing none of the composure he had displayed at the testing center.

"Director Qiu." Wei Yun brought over a cup of tea and placed it in front of him.

With just this one movement, Qiu Mian's back suddenly straightened.

He recognized Wei Yun.

More precisely, he recognized the inconspicuous emblem on Wei Yun's cuff.

Daojun's personal guard, Ling family steward.

There's only one possibility for someone of this caliber to be staying closely in someone's home.

Qiu Mian's fingers twitched on his briefcase, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He had checked Lin Jiu's information before he came; he knew about the military dependents' area and even the military area at the Immortal level.

However, he was not someone without a background, so Jiang Yun valued him more because of his own talent.

But now, looking at Wei Yun's badge, he had to admit that he had greatly underestimated Lin Jiu's strength.

Or rather, she should be called Ling Jiu.

The Linglong Guards are specially created for Daojun by the Ling family, one of the twelve ancient clans and eight prominent clans.

The essential path one cultivates must include "paying homage to the Heavenly Palace," which is the core path that allows even a mortal to enter a celestial realm and serve the Daoist master.

Now he understands.

This is no ordinary military dependent; this is a true prodigy from a distinguished family.