Genius Beast Tamer

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As soon as she finished speaking, everyone except Han Wuxie and the three women with genuine Xuan-grade divine roots knelt down and said in unison, "I am willing to become the king's concubine."

Han Wuxie's hands clenched slightly. She couldn't rush things now; she needed to find a way to get his blood first. Her gaze turned slightly cold as she looked at the fifteen people kneeling on the ground as if they were corpses. If he really took them as his concubines, she would not hesitate to become a stingy, selfish, and detestable killer.

Xuan Minfeng coldly stared at the fifteen women kneeling on the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the bloodthirsty gaze of the woman named Han Wuxie and couldn't help but become curious about her. He sent a wisp of his divine sense to probe her dantian, but it was blocked by all of her divine sense.

Looking at her again, he met her displeased gaze. She was practically glaring at him, like a wildcat ready to pounce on him at any moment, which only made him more curious.

Meng Changhe, standing to the side, asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, what should we do with them?"

Xuan Minfeng asked calmly, "Do you have a list?"

Meng Changhe took out nineteen registration forms and handed them to Xuan Minfeng.

Xuan Minfeng took it, casually flipping through it, but his gaze paused slightly, and his voice slowly rang out: "Tian Xuerou?"

"Your Majesty, Tian Xue Rou is my name!" It was the woman who had previously spoken up for him as his concubine. She was a delicate woman with a soft, sweet voice. She wore a pink dress that made her appear extremely elegant, yet it gave off a somewhat affected feeling.

Upon hearing the words "this concubine," Han Wuxie's lips twitched slightly. Through the gauze curtain, she even saw his lips twitch as well. Although the movement was subtle, it was quite amusing. Despite his cold exterior, the cunning Hua Qianye still existed in his soul; it was just that he was now too hard-pressed to disguise himself.

Xuan Minfeng said seriously, "You stay."

Those three simple words filled the woman with immense excitement, and she immediately knelt down: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for granting my request. I—"

A flash of intense disgust crossed Xuan Minfeng's eyes as he interrupted in a low voice, "I'm only keeping you as a maid. Whether you're willing or not is up to you."

"A maid..." Tian Xue Rou trembled slightly, her lips bitten until they were pale. She didn't want her name, she didn't want her cultivation, she only wanted to stay by the side of the man she loved, but he wouldn't even let her be a concubine, let alone a maid? She was clearly the daughter of the Yuan family, yet he made her a maid!

Xuan Minfeng stopped looking at her and continued flipping through the documents in his hands.

Tian Xue Rou took a deep breath, parted her lips, and smiled sweetly, a smile that was almost affected. Her voice was soft and beautiful as she said, "As long as I can stay by the King's side and be his maid, I am willing."

"Servant?" Han Wuxie sneered inwardly. "That's a quick change of heart."

Xuan Minfeng ignored the woman and continued looking at the documents in his hand. His gaze paused again, and he said in a low voice, "The Heavenly Snow Sword?"

This time, the woman who stepped forward was a righteous woman with a profound divine root and a mid-stage Heavenly God cultivation.

This woman was only in her early twenties. Unlike the previous Tian Xuerou, whose appearance was affected and pretentious, she exuded a heroic spirit between her brows, with a free and easy temperament and a dashing appearance. Her figure was beautiful and graceful, with a calm gaze and a perpetually upturned mouth. She looked like a domineering and straightforward person.

Xuan Minfeng's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he was looking at her with new eyes.

"My name is Tian Xuejian." The woman's voice was also straightforward. She referred to herself as "I" neither servile nor arrogant, but it did not sound gruff. It was crisp and neat, which had a unique charm.

Xuan Minfeng's eyes showed a hint of approval, but he quickly looked away and said in a low voice, "Tian Xue Rou and Tian Xue Jian, are they sisters?"

Tian Xue Rou's expression was slightly strange, and she didn't know what to say for a moment. However, Tian Xue Jian was very calm and immediately replied, "I am Tian Xue Rou's older sister."

Tian Xue Rou's eyes showed slight displeasure. She had only been a beat slow, and she had already become the younger sister. This person was not simple and must have been sent in like her.

Once Tian Xue Rou understood this, she quickly smiled and said, "Yes, Xue Jian is my older sister." She smiled, but her gaze flickered unblinkingly as she glanced at Tian Xue Jian.

A hint of mockery flashed in Tianxuejian's eyes, but his face remained expressionless as he nodded.

Xuan Minfeng said calmly, "Your sister is willing to stay as a maid, so what is your choice?"

Tian Xuejian's brows furrowed slightly, then quickly relaxed. He nodded and said, "My mother will surely be worried about leaving my sister here alone. I will stay to keep her company so that she can be at ease. I choose to stay."

With just a simple sentence, she cleverly transformed herself into a dutiful daughter and a kind older sister—truly brilliant! Han Wuxie's eyes darkened slightly, but the more brilliant the move, the worse it was for him.

Xuan Minfeng's expression remained expressionless, merely glancing indifferently at Tian Xuejian before turning back to the documents. His gaze finally settled on Han Wuxie's name, lingering for a long time as if stumped by some problem. He tossed the documents back to Meng Changhe, intending to turn and leave, but then paused, giving Han Wuxie a deep look before finally asking, "Are you willing to stay?"

"To be a maid?" Han Wuxie narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.

Hyun Min-pung was taken aback, not expecting her to speak to him in such a tone. His eyes lowered slightly, and he said in a low voice, "It's your choice. If you're willing, stay; if not, leave." With that, he turned and left.

Meng Changhe had already understood the king's intentions. Apart from Han Wuxie, Tian Xuejian, and Tian Xuerou, he forcibly took the other women away.

The women seemed extremely reluctant to leave, but seeing the peak-level experts from the Heavenly God realm coming to pull them away, they had no choice but to leave.

Only Han Wuxie, Tian Xuejian, and Tian Xuerou remained in the main hall. None of them spoke, each seemingly lost in thought, and the hall was completely silent.

After Meng Changhe arranged for the women to leave and returned to the main hall, he vaguely sensed an eerie, cold atmosphere emanating from it. He muttered to himself: Is this a battle between women?

He stepped forward and looked at Han Wuxie, saying, "Miss Han, what is your choice?"

Han Wuxie smiled, like a ray of brilliant sunshine in winter, so dazzling that it startled Meng Changhe. He had never felt this before; it was as if his soul was delighted by her smile, deeply attracted and mesmerized.

Meng Changhe tried to suppress the turmoil in his heart and said calmly, "If Miss Han chooses to stay, I will take you to see the steward. If Miss Han does not wish to stay, I will take you away from here."

Han Wuxie didn't refuse to stay, but instead asked, "As a maid, you should get paid, right?"

Meng Changhe was completely taken aback when the woman suddenly asked such a question, and replied woodenly, "Of course there is."

Han Wuxie stroked his chin, seemingly a little embarrassed: "But I don't lack money."

A knowing glint flashed in Meng Changhe's eyes. This wasn't the first time he'd encountered something like this. He smiled faintly and said, "Most of the maids and servants here aren't short of money. They stay to serve the king because they all have their own desires. Some want cultivation techniques, others want divine artifacts or elixirs. These can all be paid as wages. I wonder what Miss Han desires?"

Han Wuxie smiled, a sly glint in his eyes, but feigned embarrassment and hesitated to speak.

At this moment, Xuan Minfeng appeared out of nowhere and suddenly appeared beside Meng Changhe, which startled Meng Changhe. He quickly bowed respectfully and said, "Your Majesty."

Xuan Minfeng waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Take the other two women to see the steward. I will handle her personally."

Meng Changhe's eyes showed a hint of surprise. The king was personally handling this matter. This woman was actually able to get the king to handle her personally. No wonder he was moved by her smile. She was indeed extraordinary. Even the king looked at her with new respect.

Thinking of her smile just now, Meng Changhe's face flushed slightly, and he nodded somewhat awkwardly. He turned around and gestured for Tian Xuejian and Tian Xuerou to follow him.

Tian Xuejian's gaze lingered briefly on Han Wuxie, a mere scrutiny that revealed neither good nor bad intentions. As Tian Xuerou brushed past Han Wuxie, she glared at him fiercely without any attempt to hide her feelings, inwardly cursing with jealousy: "You vixen!"

Han Wuxie shrugged indifferently, knowing that the other party's sharp eyes must also be sharp tongue, but Tian Xuerou didn't dare to act recklessly in front of Xuan Minfeng.

Only Han Wuxie and Xuan Minfeng remained in the main hall. The two were close at hand, but each had their own thoughts, as if they were separated by the ends of the earth.

Han Wuxie gazed at his face. The same face, but a different person. His personality was so cold and pretentious. How could she see through his disguise and meet Hua Qianye from her dreams?

Xuan Minfeng looked directly into her eyes. Those eyes were so similar to hers. His memories returned to 30 million years ago, when she looked at him with deep affection. Her gaze was so gentle, yet it carried a hint of stubbornness, making him feel sorry for her.

Han Wuxie avoided his gaze, feeling conflicted. She hoped he would fall in love with her, but she also didn't want him to fall in love with her for no reason, just because of her appearance or because of a single meeting. Such love was too frivolous and would make her doubt whether he was someone who easily changed his mind and fell in love with every person he met.

She suddenly looked away, and Xuan Minfeng seemed to have a sense of gain and loss. Was it because he missed her so much that he was lost because of these similar eyes?

Xuan Minfeng's expression gradually returned to its icy state, and he asked seriously, "What do you want?"

Han Wuxie lowered her head, narrowed her eyes slightly, and feigned hesitation, saying, "If I stay as a maid, will you give me whatever I want?"

Xuan Minfeng coldly replied, "It depends on what you want. If you want the moon in the sky or its reflection in the water, I have no way of giving it to you."

Han Wuxie smiled broadly and said with amusement, "So even the Divine Wind King can joke!"

Looking at her gentle smile, Xuan Minfeng was slightly stunned, but quickly came to his senses and frowned unhappily. He had only reminded her not to ask for too much, but he did not expect that the woman's threatening words would be turned into a joke.

"What do you want?" he asked in a low voice, seemingly losing patience.

Han Wuxie no longer hesitated, but looked up at him fearlessly and said, "I want the blood of the Divine Wind King!"

The Divine Wind King's expression suddenly turned cold, but she slowly said, "For alchemy, I need the blood of a Divine King, so I want the King to give me a little blood, not too much."

The Divine Wind King's expression softened slightly, and he said in a low voice, "You can also refine pills?"

Han Wuxie nodded, feigning infatuation, and said, "My greatest hobby in life is alchemy. A few days ago, I obtained an ancient formula that can be used to refine a Divine Qi Pill that can directly break through to the first level. Unfortunately, the materials are too difficult to find. It requires the blood of a God-King as a medicinal ingredient. How could a mere celestial being like me possibly meet a God-King? In my disappointment and helplessness, I learned that the Divine Wind King was choosing a consort, so I came here to ask for the King's blood."

There are indeed many enthusiasts in the God Realm, such as those obsessed with alchemy. For them, they even neglect cultivation. Other pursuits include weapon crafting, beast taming, and many more. These are often more interesting than the tedious cultivation. For alchemists, spending a long time on cultivation is not as worthwhile as alchemy. They might refine an upgrade pill and consume it directly to improve their cultivation level effortlessly. Therefore, when Han Wuxie said she was obsessed with alchemy, the Divine Wind King did not doubt her obsession when she talked about it.

The Divine Wind King's gaze darkened. Could it be that he had misunderstood, and that this woman had never wanted to be his queen from the beginning, but only wanted to meet him and ask for his blood to help her refine elixirs?

Suddenly, I felt looked down upon. Could it be that a small pill is not as valuable as the position of a princess?

His expression grew increasingly grim, and his voice turned cold as he said, "You want my blood? You want me to mutilate myself? How long do you think it would take for a maid to make a god-king mutilate himself for you?"

"How long?" Han Wuxie raised an eyebrow and smiled, "As long as the God King gives me blood, no matter how long I serve as your maid, as long as you don't say stop, I can remain your maid as long as I live."

"To be a maid forever? Is this deal worth it? You might not even be able to succeed." A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes; he didn't understand why this woman was so crazy.

"What does it matter if I lose a little? As long as the God-King doesn't feel it's a loss and can give me blood, that's enough!" She smiled brightly, like a harmless young woman.

Xuan Minfeng frowned, but for some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity with her and couldn't bring himself to refuse her. He even felt a strange joy because she would stay by his side forever.

"How much blood do you need?" he asked in a low voice, withdrawing his gaze from her.

Han Wuxie presented a porcelain bottle with both hands. The bottle was about half the size of a fist, neither too big nor too small.

Xuan Minfeng took the porcelain bottle, his gaze turning into a sharp blade as he sliced ​​open his fingertip. Bright red blood, carrying layers of golden light, flowed into the white porcelain bottle. He didn't even frown. Just as the bottle was full, he was about to withdraw his hand when Han Wuxie stepped forward, grabbed his hand, put the bleeding finger in his mouth, and gently licked the wound with his tongue.

Xuan Minfeng froze, looking at her with slight surprise.

His fingers were completely enveloped in her mouth, her warm tongue tracing across his fingertips, stirring up waves of emotion within him, and a slight blush appeared on his face.

In the past, even when he was with her, he had never been presumptuous. She was also a shy person. Although they loved each other, they were not yet married and could only hold hands at most. For him, such intimate contact was unprecedented. It made him feel a little excited, but more than that, he felt guilty for letting another woman...

His gaze suddenly turned cold. He abruptly withdrew his hand, glared fiercely at Han Wuxie, forcefully shoved the porcelain bottle into her hand, and roared, "Such insolent behavior! If you do it again, I will kill you!"

Han Wuxie clearly saw the blush on his face. Remembering that Hua Qianye often blushed as well, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle. So, he was still as cute as ever!

"The deal is done!" Han Wuxie put away the porcelain bottle, tilted his head, and said matter-of-factly, "You gave me your blood, so aren't I your maid? The king is bleeding, so of course the maid should try to stop the bleeding as quickly as possible!"

It's funny to think about it now.

Back then, the deal was made because of a single tear from him, and he has been accompanying him ever since as a spirit.

Today, because of his bottle of blood, the deal is done, and from now on I will accompany him as his maid.

Seeing her completely unashamed attitude, Xuan Minfeng's face darkened, and he said unhappily, "Go to the steward and have him arrange a job for you. I did not want you to be my personal maid." After saying that, he disappeared as if he were fleeing.

Han Wuxie smiled knowingly, took out the ring hanging around her neck. Because she was afraid that the ring's unusual nature would cause trouble, she took it off after leaving the valley, strung it on a red string, and hung it around her neck, hiding it in her clothes.

With a thought, a five-year-old boy flew out of the ring. He landed, his dark eyes shining, and he grinned, saying, "Mother!"

Han Wuxie looked at his obedient appearance, smiled gently, patted his head, and handed him a porcelain bottle.

Xuan Ziming took the porcelain bottle blankly, opened it, and saw that it contained bright red blood. He immediately understood and said mischievously, "Is it Father's blood?"

Han Wuxie, slightly embarrassed by the innocent gaze, chuckled awkwardly, "I guess so."

"That's good!" Xuan Zimo tilted his head back and drank the blood in the porcelain bottle in one gulp. Instantly, a dazzling golden light flashed on his small body, and the bloodline fluctuations on his body gradually changed.

His appearance has also changed somewhat!

Han Wuxie stared at the child in disbelief; the more he looked at the child, the more the child resembled him!

Xuan Zimo raised a handsome smile. His dimples were still sweet, but when he smiled, there was a hint of bewitching charm. His eyes seemed to penetrate the pool of water, much like Hua Qianye's unfathomable eyes.

"Mommy, do I look like Daddy now?" he asked sweetly, his childish face still a little chubby, but you could tell at a glance that he would definitely be a great genius in the future.

Han Wuxie chuckled and ruffled his hair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He squinted and said, "Mo'er, how about we go find your father?"

"Okay, okay!" Xuan Ziming nodded happily.

After arranging for Tian Xuejian and Tian Xuerou, Meng Changhe intended to go back to rest, but the king suddenly appeared beside him and asked him to go to the main hall to bring Han Wuxie to the steward. Meng Changhe was puzzled. Didn't the king want him to deal with that woman? Why was he being handed over to him again?

Filled with doubt, he returned to the main hall, only to find that in addition to the woman whose smile was so beautiful and captivating, there was also a little boy inside.

The little boy's bright eyes suddenly fixed on him, and he shouted, "Daddy!"

Meng Changhe was so startled he almost tripped.

The woman scoffed, saying reproachfully, "Mo'er, that's not your father. How could your father be so ordinary?"

Ordinary? What do you mean by so ordinary! Meng Changhe, who had already stood firm, was so angry by these words that he trembled and actually fell to the ground.

The little boy's innocent and adorable voice rang out, "Mommy, he fell down!" Meng Changhe initially thought the boy was pitying her and wanted to help her up, and she was quite touched. But the blow came quickly. She heard the next half of his sentence, which was extremely hurtful: "So clumsy! He can fall down even when he's walking perfectly fine. It definitely wasn't my daddy! My daddy wouldn't be that clumsy!"

Han Wuxie pursed his lips, suppressing a laugh.

Meng Changhe finally managed to stand up, looked at Han Wuxie, and frowned, asking, "Who is this child?"

"Didn't you hear him call me 'Mother'?" Han Wuxie raised an eyebrow at him.

Meng Changhe certainly heard it, but he didn't want to be sure he heard it, because the woman selected this time was to become the king's queen. Although the king hadn't taken a liking to her yet, the fact that he kept her as a maid meant he was preparing to keep an eye on her. Perhaps one day, she would become the king's bedmate. How could such a woman have a child! Wouldn't that be a great insult to the king! How could Mo Haifeng and Zhou Ming have chosen someone like this? How could they send a woman with a child to be selected as a queen!

Meng Changhe's face suddenly darkened, his gaze turned cold, and his expression became serious. He commanded, "You cannot stay here!"

Han Wuxie tilted her head, and Xuan Zimo adorably imitated her gesture. Mother and son asked innocently at the same time, "Why?"

"You have children; you are unworthy of the king. You must leave!" Meng Changhe said coldly. "You can leave on your own, or I can drive you away. The choice is yours!"

Han Wuxie pursed her lips, feigning ignorance, and said, "But the king only kept me here to be a maid, just a job. It's not like I'm going to be his queen. Why can't I have children? Does that mean people from your Divine Wind Palace can't marry and have children?"

Meng Changhe said angrily, "You're here today to participate in the selection of a royal consort. Although the king hasn't explicitly chosen you as his consort, keeping you here as a maid is his way of observing whether you're suitable. One day, you might very well become his bedmate! You're not just an ordinary maid; you're a candidate for the selection! You have a child, so why are you participating in something like this? Doesn't the child's father care about you? How can he let you act so recklessly! Or did you find out that the Divine Wind King is selecting a consort and want to climb the social ladder, so you abandoned the child's father?"

Han Wuxie blinked and gave a wry smile.

She never expected that this seemingly ordinary man possessed such a quirky and unpredictable mind. With just a few simple words, he had completely smeared her reputation! He had portrayed her directly as a heartless woman who had abandoned her husband and children to participate in the imperial concubine selection!

"You must leave!" Meng Changhe roared angrily. "If you don't leave, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Han Wuxie sighed deeply, took Xuan Ziming's hand, her voice tinged with sadness, a soft and delicate beauty that evoked pity. She lowered her head, feigning deep sorrow, her face clouded with worry. "The child's father truly doesn't care about me. He doesn't acknowledge us, mother and child. Now he even wants to choose a concubine. I came to participate in the selection out of desperation, hoping he would remember that night. Unfortunately, he remembers nothing about me. I wanted to stay here as a maid, at least to see him every day, and for the child to see his biological father. But now even that small dream is shattered. It seems my expectations were too high. I shouldn't have come to him in the first place, shouldn't have brought the child with me—"

"Wait!" Meng Changhe was confused. He stepped forward and blocked her path, frowning as he asked, "What are you talking about? Who is the child's father?"

Han Wuxie raised her head, and before she knew it, her eyes were filled with a layer of mist. She whispered softly, "Divine Wind King... Xuan Minfeng."

"What!" Meng Changhe trembled slightly, his gaze slowly shifting to the child's face. Only now did he notice the child's features and discover that he looked remarkably like the king, clearly a miniature version of the king!

"What...what exactly is going on!" Meng Changhe's mind was a bit frozen. Wang had clearly never touched a woman, so how could he have a child? But this child was indeed extremely similar to Wang, even...even the bloodline fluctuations were the same as Wang's. It should be his child!

Han Wuxie bit her lower lip, seemingly embarrassed, her face slightly flushed, and her hand holding the child trembled slightly as she asked, "Has the Divine Wind King been unconscious for a long time?"

"Yes." Meng Changhe nodded, looking at the woman with a puzzled expression. He had a thousand guesses in his mind, but he still couldn't understand. This woman was clearly only in her early twenties. The king had been in a coma for the past two million years. How could he have touched a woman and left behind a child?

Han Wuxie asked hoarsely, "While he was unconscious, you all stayed by his side day and night?"

Meng Changhe shook his head and said, "The king has set up an array around the room, so our subordinates can't get close, and of course, no one else can get close either, so they can't harm the king."

Han Wuxie had already guessed this, so it was even easier for her to deceive him. She said in a low voice, "Six years ago, I heard that the Divine Wind King was unconscious. Since I was a skilled alchemist, I wanted to try to see if my new medicine could work for him. If I could revive the Divine Wind King, there would surely be many benefits. However, I was afraid that the medicine would be ineffective or have some adverse effects, which would only bring trouble upon myself. So I didn't dare to go directly to his door. I entered the Divine Wind Palace under the cover of night, thinking that if I succeeded, I would stay, and if I failed, I would run away."

"Impossible! The Divine Wind Palace is not a place where someone with your level of cultivation can sneak in!" Meng Changhe shook his head in disbelief.

Han Wuxie narrowed his eyes, confidently stating, "My ancestors possessed a secret technique that could conceal all traces of my presence, making me appear like a cloud, ensuring I would never be detected!"

"Such a secret technique is impossible in this world!" Meng Changhe shook his head in denial.

Han Wuxie suddenly concealed his aura, and a thin mist seemed to emanate from his body. Gradually, all aura disappeared, leaving him resembling a cloud.

Meng Changhe stared wide-eyed in disbelief, stiffly stammering, "This...how is this possible!"

"The truth is right before your eyes." Han Wuxie regained his strength and sighed bitterly, "This is a secret technique passed down through my family, known to no one outside. So it's understandable that you didn't believe me at first. Now that I've shown it to you, you should believe me, right?"

Meng Changhe pondered for a moment, his gaze still showing some hesitation and doubt: "Even if you infiltrate the Divine Wind Palace, you cannot enter the King's room."

Han Wuxie blushed slightly and whispered, "The secret technique makes me like a cloud, shapeless, so the formation couldn't stop me. They didn't even notice me entering, so after I went in, I gave him the pill, but..." She lowered her head, extremely shy, and said, "There was a slight problem, and I had to save him with my own body, so I..." She couldn't continue, her head lowered, looking very shy, and reached out to hug Xuan Zimo. This clearly meant that the child had appeared.

Meng Changhe remained silent, his expression growing increasingly grim.

Han Wuxie tenderly rubbed Xuan Zimo's head and whispered, "Mo'er, I'm sorry, I can't let you see your father."

"Can't I see Daddy anymore?" Xuan Ziming cooperated perfectly, making an extremely disappointed expression and looking pitiful with his head down. Any adult would feel sorry for him.

Seeing the pitiful state of the mother and child, Meng Changhe couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

Although the woman offered herself up, she ended up giving herself away instead of delivering the medicine, but the king still touched her and has to take responsibility. Besides, the child is the king's child, so surely he can't prevent the father and son from seeing each other?

Meng Changhe finally made his decision, "You all wait for me here, I'm going to find Wang right now!"

Han Wuxie nodded slightly, looking very frightened, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid he won't remember me and won't recognize us."

Meng Changhe couldn't help but comfort him, saying, "I'll explain to Wang. You wait for me here!"

Watching Meng Changhe leave, Han Wuxie let out a long sigh. Xuan Ziming beside him muttered softly, "Mother's bad, Mother's a big liar!"

Han Wuxie blushed slightly, reached out and gently pinched Xuan Zimo's nose, amused, and said, "If I didn't say it like that, how would you ever see your father?"

Xuan Zimo stuck out his tongue and said mischievously, "Mother is so amazing! I want to be like you in the future. You're not nervous when you lie, but I get nervous when I lie. I must get rid of this bad habit!"

Han Wuxie was taken aback, then smiled wryly, "Mo'er, lying isn't good..." She hesitated for a moment, then felt that being too honest wasn't always a good thing, and said softly, "However, sometimes, it depends on the situation! Just don't go too far!"

Meng Changhe knocked on Xuan Minfeng's door, his voice low and even trembling slightly, and asked, "Your Majesty, are you there?"

"Changhe? Have you finished everything I asked you to do?" Xuan Minfeng waved his sleeve lightly, and the door opened automatically.

Meng Changhe cautiously walked in and stopped in front of Xuan Minfeng, saying with some fear, "Your Majesty, I don't know how to deal with Han Wuxie."

Xuan Minfeng frowned, his gaze sweeping over the faint wound on his finger. The image of that exquisitely beautiful face and rosy lips flashed through his mind, causing his brow to furrow even more. He said in a low voice, "Take it to the steward, let him make the arrangements. What's so difficult about that?"

Meng Changhe hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and finally said, "Your Majesty, she is a woman."

"My woman?" Xuan Minfeng sneered, "Changhe, what did that woman say to you?"

"She has a five-year-old son," Meng Changhe said softly.

"You have a son?" Xuan Minfeng's face instantly turned cold. What a bold woman! She has a child and still comes to participate in the concubine selection!

Seeing the king's grim expression, Meng Changhe, though somewhat frightened, still boldly declared, "That child is also the king's son!"

Xuan Minfeng was stunned, looking at his most trusted subordinate in surprise. He didn't expect these words to come from his mouth. How could he have a child? When did Changhe become so foolish? What did that woman say to him?

Seeing that the king remained silent, Meng Changhe mustered his courage and whispered, "Your Majesty, you have been unconscious for a long time, and the news has spread throughout the entire God Realm. The Xuan family patriarch has declared that whoever can revive you will be richly rewarded. Whatever you desire, the Xuan family will surely provide it. There are bound to be many alchemy masters or skilled physicians who have come to try to revive you."

Hyun Min-pung gently tapped the armrest of the chair, making a crisp sound. "Chang-ha, just say what you have to say."

Meng Changhe bent down, lowering his head even further, and said in a slightly lower voice, "That woman named Han Wuxie is skilled in alchemy."

"I know that." Xuan Minfeng narrowed his eyes. She really wasn't just here for his blood. What tricks was she playing?

Meng Changhe said in a low voice, "She also came to try to revive the king, that was six years ago."

"So what?" Hyun Min-pung's gaze darkened.

Meng Changhe gasped and whispered, "Because the new medicine she was making was dangerous, she sneaked into the king's room at night, hoping to try it out. If it succeeded, she would stay and take the reward; if it failed, she would run away and feed the king the medicine that she didn't know if it would work."

"Heh!" Xuan Minfeng sneered, his icy gaze like a sharp blade shooting towards Meng Changhe, and mocked, "Changhe, is it because that woman is too beautiful that you've become confused? Or are all the guards of our Shenfeng Palace incompetent? Is my residence a place she can enter at will?"

Meng Changhe lowered his head even further, almost touching the ground. His voice trembled slightly, sounding somewhat anxious as he said, "Your subordinate dares not be confused. That woman is indeed beautiful, but I am not a shallow person. The appearance of a deity is ever-changing, and I will naturally not be deceived by it! The guards of Shenfeng Palace are not to be trifled with; they are all top-notch fighters! However, she has a secret technique that can conceal all her aura, transforming into a cloud, and easily entering and exiting formations. I personally witnessed her demonstrating this secret technique, so she should not be lying! That woman was in the king's room today, originally intending to revive him, but the medicine had the opposite effect, and she had no choice but to sacrifice herself to save him, after which she became pregnant."

"Oh?" Xuan Minfeng sneered, "How come I've never heard of such a secret technique? I should certainly see it for myself!"

A cold wind brushed past Meng Changhe. "Your Majesty..." Meng Changhe wanted to chase after him, but he heard Xuan Minfeng's cold and stern voice: "Changhe, you haven't rested for too long, that's why you're acting so foolishly! I'm giving you three days off, you're to disappear for three days! If I see you during these three days, I will kill you without mercy!"

Meng Changhe stopped abruptly, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He hurriedly knelt down and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for sparing my life!" He knew better than anyone that the king didn't want to see him again. If it weren't for the fact that he had been by the king's side for many years, the king would probably have killed him long ago. He wouldn't have listened to his nonsense just now, let alone given him three days to reflect.

A beam of blue light shot into the hall, and he appeared before Han Wuxie, glaring at her with icy eyes. He reached out and mercilessly grabbed Han Wuxie's neck, roaring, "Tell me, who sent you?!"

Han Wuxie had no time to react. The opponent's strength was far superior to his own, and he was not allowed to react. The opponent treated him as a sinner from the start and pinched him hard.

Suddenly, a chubby little hand grabbed Xuan Minfeng's sleeve. Xuan Ziming said angrily yet childishly, "Let go of my mother, you bad person!" As he spoke, he punched Xuan Minfeng hard with his other little hand, but no matter how strong the child was, it was like fluffing cotton to Xuan Minfeng, causing no pain or itch.

There really is a child? Xuan Minfeng thought this woman was lying to Meng Changhe, but now he realized that there really was a child. He looked down and his gaze froze for a moment. Why did that childish face look so familiar?

His hand gradually loosened, and Han Wuxie took the opportunity to escape his grasp, grabbed Xuan Zimo, and ran several steps away, watching him warily.

He actually intended to kill me. If it weren't for Mo'er awakening a little bit of his conscience, I'm certain that I would have been strangled to death by his anger because I was being choked and unable to answer his questions!

Xuan Minfeng's gaze remained fixed on Xuan Ziming's extremely familiar face. Only after a moment did he realize that the face resembled his own. However, his eyes quickly cleared. Appearances are like clothes, just a physical shell. How could one trust them? It wouldn't be difficult to disguise a five-year-old child's face as one's own!

He then examined the child's bloodline fluctuations, intending only to see if the child was the woman's biological son or a child she had randomly chosen. He had no intention of testing whether the child was his own. However, the answer made him take a slight step back.

Bloodline fluctuations... This child's bloodline fluctuations are the same as his own, and the same as this woman's!

The answer is obvious: the child is his and her son!

Other things can be faked, but the mysterious and unpredictable phenomenon of bloodline fluctuations cannot be altered without understanding the power of the laws!

Xuan Minfeng's eyes darted away slightly, filled with panic. Meng Changhe's words flashed through his mind, and his heart clenched.

Could it be that this woman really did something to me while I was unconscious?

When one's soul leaves the body, one's body is completely out of control. At that time, it is as if one is asleep. Even if someone were to force themselves on one, one would not know it!

Could it be... could it be that I really was taken by this woman while I was asleep!

His face flushed red and then turned black in an instant. He glared at Han Wuxie with a dark and angry expression. He began to panic and started to believe what Meng Changhe had said, which only made him angrier and more ashamed. He had unknowingly been taken by a strange woman and had a son with her!

If I find her, find the one I've been longing for, how should I face her, how should I explain all of this to her?

He was a dignified god-king, and the fact that he was pushed down by a minor god was something he had no idea about. How could she believe him if he told her?

She'll definitely misunderstand and get angry!

He had separated his soul to find her, and now he had news of her—she had become a god. If she came to participate in the selection of concubines, he could be with her forever. Everything seemed to be just one step away from perfection, but why did that one step suddenly become so unattainable? And then, at this very moment, this strange woman suddenly appeared, carrying his son!