What does my ancestor's pregnancy have to do with me, a mere servant?

At the same time.

On the outskirts of Black Crow Mountain, a desolate mountaintop where the three of them kept their unspoken understanding.

The cold wind was like a knife.

Wen Yuci stood alone, her long, dark dress fluttering in the wind. Her face was even more ashen than the rocks on the mountaintop.

A moment later, two streaks of light, one after the other, broke through the sky and arrived.

Lin Feilu, dressed in pristine white, was the first to land, her toes touching a protruding rock. Her robes fluttered, exuding an ethereal aura.

"Senior Sister Wen, why are you sending this message so urgently? What terrible thing has happened?"

"Today is the first day of the month, why aren't you going to Black Crow Mountain to wait for your opportunity, instead of sending us here to enjoy the breeze?"

Her words were laced with undisguised sarcasm.

After all, they almost had a real fight on another desolate mountain not long ago over that work schedule.

Immediately following, the moon over the Jianghuai region also drifted down.

Her crimson dress accentuated her alluring curves. She lightly touched the gravel ground with her toes, covered her mouth, and yawned, looking languid and sleepy, her eyes and brows full of nonchalance.

"Yes, Senior Sister Wen, what could be more important than your cultivation?"

She dragged out the last syllable, clearly being sarcastic and sarcastic.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, which should have been Wen Yuci's day of intensive training. According to the schedule, Jiang Huaiyue is next on the third day. She was planning to use these two days to prepare herself and maximize the effectiveness of her training next time.

As a result, he was summoned to this desolate, godforsaken mountain by an urgent telepathic message.

Wen Yuci ignored the barbed remarks between the two.

She simply turned around slowly.

His usually cold and arrogant face was now filled with sorrow.

Lin Feilu and Jiang Huaiyue both realized something was wrong.

"What happened?" Lin Feilu withdrew her sarcasm and unconsciously lowered her voice.

"Li Yang of Danbaoge".

"I am now in the late stage of the Golden Core realm."

He paused for a moment.

"She still has the Earth Spirit Root."

boom!

The words "Earth Spirit Root" exploded in Lin Feilu and Jiang Huaiyue's minds like a thunderclap from the heavens.

Lin Feilu was startled.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing undisguised horror in each other's eyes.

They knew all too well what those three words meant.

Earth Spirit Root.

Late stage of Golden Core.

These keywords, strung together, point to only one answer.

"You should know better than I how she acquired her spiritual root!" Wen Yuci's voice suddenly rose, tinged with despair.

Jiang Huaiyue's face turned pale instantly.

This means—besides the three of them, there's one more person. No, not just one more person. It means there's one more formidable force that has come from afar, knowing Lin Yuan's earth-shattering secret.

Moreover, the opponent is at the late stage of the Golden Core realm!

They are someone that even the three of them combined couldn't defeat!

"That woman...when?" Lin Feilu's voice was dry, and she subconsciously pressed her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

Jiang Huaiyue pondered for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "More than three months ago... Master kept us both out! It must have been around that time!"

Wen Yuci frowned: "This is not the time to discuss this!"

"Given Li Yang's personality, do you think she would obediently wait in line like us?"

"She'll just take it all!"

"They won't leave us a single day!"

"She's in the late Golden Core stage; the three of us combined are no match for her. If she were to stand at the entrance of Black Crow Mountain, who would dare to stop her? Who could stop her?"

The words fell.

The entire mountaintop fell into a deathly silence.

"Then... what should we do?" Lin Feilu asked, her face full of resentment.

"So... we're just going to let it go like this?" Her face was full of resentment.

"never mind?"

Jiang Huaiyue raised her head.

Her eyes, which were usually shrewd and always held a hint of a smile, were now completely devoid of any smile. In their place was a kind of madness and desperation that erupted when she was driven to the brink of despair.

"How could that be?"

She paced slowly around the bare boulder at the summit. Her crimson skirt brushed against the pebbles, making a soft rustling sound. Her mind raced, one idea after another popping up, only to be rejected one after another.

After a dozen or so breaths, she stopped.

"Since a direct assault won't work, we'll have to outsmart them."

"Li Yang's advantage lies in her late-stage Golden Core cultivation. This is her raw strength, something we can't even come close to. There's nothing to argue about; we just have to accept it."

"But we also have our advantages."

Jiang Huaiyue stopped and turned around. Her gaze swept over Wen Yuci and Lin Feilu's faces, and though she spoke slowly, every word was firm and resolute.

"We arrived before her."

"First come, first served is the most useless rule in the cultivation world," Lin Feilu coldly poured cold water on the idea, her tone tinged with self-mockery.

"No."

Jiang Huaiyue shook her head, a slow smile curving her lips.

"Going first doesn't mean having priority according to the rules. Going first means that we and Lin Yuan have established a tacit understanding and foundation that Li Yang doesn't have."

"Lin Yuan trusts us. At least to a certain extent. He is willing to reveal secrets to us and cooperate with us in the long term. This kind of relationship cannot be built in a day or two, nor can it be easily replaced by Li Yang simply because of his superior cultivation."

"But that alone is far from enough."

Jiang Huaiyue withdrew her finger, her expression becoming serious.

"Trust is incredibly fragile in the face of absolute self-interest. Li Yang can offer Lin Yuan far more than we can: resources, connections, protection, status—these are all hard currency. Once she becomes a Nascent Soul Ancestor, what reason will Lin Yuan have to refuse her?"

Wen Yuci and Lin Feilu's expressions grew increasingly grim.

Because every word Jiang Huaiyue said was the absolute truth.

"So." Jiang Huaiyue's voice lowered by half an octave, carrying a hint of bewitching magic.

"Since we can't be the only one, let's find a way to make ourselves... indispensable."

Wen Yuci and Lin Feilu looked at her at the same time, their eyes filled with confusion.

How can it be indispensable?

His cultivation level is inferior to Li Yang's. His resources are inferior to Li Yang's. His background is inferior to Li Yang's.

Even their looks are on par—after all, that woman is known for her mature and alluring charm.

In which dimension can it be considered "indispensable"?

Jiang Huaiyue looked at their expressions and knew that the time was right.

She parted her red lips slightly and uttered a word that silenced the entire desolate mountain.

"for example……"

She paused for a moment.

"To bear him a child."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached Lin Feilu and Wen Yuci's ears clearly.

"Father of the child, mother of the child."

"This kind of relationship—cannot be severed at all."

There was silence for a full five breaths on the mountaintop.

Wen Yuci's expression was as if someone had poured a bucket of boiling water on her face, going from shock to flushed red, and then to a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe. Her mouth opened and closed, then opened again, but in the end, not a single word came out.

Lin Feilu is even more amazing.

She was completely petrified.

Those clear, icy eyes widened in disbelief, and the lines of her mouth were so stiff they looked as if she had been frozen in place.

On her fair cheeks, a blush spread visibly from her ears to her cheeks, and then from her cheeks to her neck.

"You...you...you're insane?!"