"Boom!"
Suddenly, a rumble of thunder echoed in the clear blue sky, sounding particularly abrupt in the bright sunshine.
The paladins, clad in silver armor, watched as thick, dark clouds suddenly gathered in the once clear sky. Their brows furrowed slightly beneath their armor, a sense of unease rising within them. They exchanged glances, gripped their spears, and stood ramrod straight before the gates of the Spirit Hall, constructed of a special golden material. Their muscles were taut, their expressions solemn, and they were on high alert.
Because these two days are very likely the birth days of their Spirit Hall's second young master.
In the heavily guarded, luxurious room, the woman, feeling the occasional movements in her abdomen, pursed her lips and touched her swollen belly, where she could feel the movement of another life.
The woman wore a deep purple high-slit dress, her loosely tied black hair slightly curled and draped over her shoulders.
The moment the thunder roared outside the window again, she groaned, beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and she gripped the golden bell that had been prepared for her on the table with trembling hands.
"jingle--"
The golden bells, imbued with a special rhythm and sound, rang out. The palace attendants who had been waiting outside the room opened the door, and the uniformed maids rushed in. Seeing the woman clutching her abdomen and her face contorted in pain, the head maid was startled and turned to the last maid, saying, "It seems the lady has gone into labor. Quickly, go and inform the High Priest and His Holiness the Pope!"
lady...
Upon hearing this address, the woman's brow twitched violently, and a hint of resentment and murderous intent flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it when the maids looked over.
No... now is not the time to turn against them. Her soul power is currently sealed, and she needs their help to give birth to this child smoothly and avoid dying in childbirth. She hasn't completed her revenge yet, how can she die first?!
Thinking of this, the woman began to regulate her breathing and frequency, trying to alleviate the cramping in her abdomen, and cooperated with the maids' orderly movements.
"Boom—!"
A silvery-white thunderbolt ripped across the sky, tearing a terrifying gash through the pitch-black night.
A blond man wearing dark gold armor stood with his hands behind his back outside the room where maids were bustling about, with a little girl of about five or six years old standing beside him.
The girl wore a beige dress, the light and soft fabric combined with the gold-trimmed embroidery to create a pure white-gold color. She had delicate features and flowing golden hair, like a porcelain doll displayed in a shop window, exquisitely beautiful.
The doll, just like the blond man with his furrowed brows, kept glancing into the room where the maids were gathered. Her little face was full of anxiety. She looked nervously at the blond man beside her, and a child's clear and innocent voice came from her slightly open mouth: "Grandpa, it's been three hours... Why haven't I seen my little brother... or sister yet?"
As a titled Douluo, Qian Daoliu's five senses were naturally far more acute than those of ordinary people. His brows remained furrowed. Hearing his granddaughter Qian Renxue's words, he comforted her in a low voice: "Xiaoxue, your mother only really started labor a day ago. It took just as long when you were born."
"Oh..." Qian Renxue was a little puzzled, but her unease dissipated somewhat.
Qian Daoliu's thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his deep gaze looked through the stained glass window at the dark sky outside, which seemed to have swirling eddies.
The sky had completely darkened, and night had fallen.
Logically speaking, today should have been a peaceful night like any other, but today is an exception.
Tonight, an unusually strong wind swept through Wuhun City. Many of the trees planted in the city were bent by the strong wind, and pedestrians without some strength dared not wander outside. Even the Wuhun Hall guards who patrolled the city were blown unsteadily by the wind and had to use their soul power to keep their bodies still.
The strange phenomena within Wuhun City naturally didn't escape his notice, but his visit wasn't solely to guard against Bibi Dong harming the child or doing anything else after birth; it was also because...
"boom--"
A dazzling gold bloomed amidst the swirling ink, like a cross star hanging above a snowy night, so bright and eye-catching that it was impossible not to notice it.
As the brilliant golden light continued to grow larger, surging in like a tidal wave, the entire Martial Soul City, shrouded in night, seemed to usher in daylight. People, both indoors and on the streets, unconsciously cast their gazes toward that dazzling golden light.
"Grandpa, what is that?" Qian Renxue's eyes were now fixed on that golden hue.
Qian Daoliu's calm gaze suddenly rippled violently, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes. Almost instantly, he, the Hall Master of the Spirit Hall and the High Priest of the Angel God, knelt on one knee and lowered his proud head towards the increasingly brilliant golden light.
"Xiaoxue, kneel down quickly and come with me to pay our respects to... His Majesty the Angel God!"
The last five syllables were pronounced with emphasis by Qian Daoliu, and Qian Renxue's little mind went blank. She subconsciously followed Qian Daoliu and knelt on the ground, casting her admiring gaze at the white that condensed in the light.
Her long, shimmering golden hair seemed to radiate the sun's brilliance, each strand shining with pure light.
The moon-white long dress is both retro and sacred, with magnificent and splendid gold patterns that are solemn and dignified. Six pure white wings become the second brilliant splash of color in this long night.
"Isn't this... the symbol of the Spirit Hall... the angel statue?"
"A martial spirit? No... I didn't sense any soul power fluctuations, and... I can't see its appearance!"
Amidst the vast and holy light, someone murmured something, and the next second they knelt in fear and trembling, reverently reciting hymns of praise to the angels or praying to the gods.
The immense power of faith gathered among the believers, and the angel god appearing in the void lowered his eyes, his gaze filled with compassion and divinity, causing everyone in Wuhun City to bow their heads, not daring to meet the god's gaze.
But there was one person who seemed to sense something under the gaze of the god and raised his head. He watched as the god he worshipped raised his hand, and a bright golden star flew out from his palm, heading towards one of the Martial Soul Side Halls where they were!
"call--"
The golden star streaked straight across Qian Daoliu without causing the slightest ripple. Even the maids, busy with their newborns, showed no reaction, as if they hadn't seen the star's arrival. Under Qian Daoliu's stunned gaze, the golden light gradually dimmed, and a maid's high-pitched cry of surprise rang out in the room—
"She's out! She's a young lady!"
Qian Renxue suddenly looked up, her face beaming with joy, her eyes sparkling, and she exclaimed involuntarily, "Grandpa, I have a little sister! Grandpa, you... Grandpa?"
She looked at Qian Daoliu, who stood stiffly beside her, his shoulders trembling slightly, with a puzzled expression.
Outside the window, the golden and white light that had illuminated the entire night had vanished at some point, and the raging wind had ceased its clamor, returning the night to its former tranquility.
But people's hearts were stirred by the miracle that happened tonight.
—A side note—
Here we go! This time, we'll be taking the Spirit Hall's side. I have to say, the later parts of Douluo Continent are really mindless and tragic. They fight so hard only to end up delivering takeout to the protagonist. The Spirit Hall is such a victim. And Mo Li actually seems to like Qian Renxue... sigh.
[Consumption Reminder for This Article:]
This story belongs to the female-oriented genre, is lighthearted and humorous, and features unconventional face-slapping elements.
If you're looking for a transmigrated protagonist who mindlessly steals the original protagonist's opportunities or deliberately crushes them, you won't find it here. Instead, the story focuses on the perspectives of both sides, depicting fair and square competition.
Don't try to find out the facts! Out-of-character (OOC) is my own interpretation; if you ask, it's my own setting, unless it's a bug!
2. It might break up some couples, but not for the female lead. Instead, it's to remove characters who are deliberately smeared or used to argue, even though they could have lived better lives on their own.
The pairing of the three daughters is uncertain; they may be the only ones to shine throughout, depending on the situation.
This story follows the path of building the Spirit Hall through infrastructure; it's my first attempt at serious construction and there may be bugs. Suggestions are welcome!
5. No comparing or attacking others, no inciting conflict; let's all maintain good manners. Freedom of speech is your right, but how I manage my comment section is my freedom.
The longer digressions after the topic is added are extra words and will not be counted towards the payment.
Finally, I'm pleading with you all not to invest in the story in the early stages, because if it doesn't develop well, it will be canceled! QAQ Just checking in and clicking the paw every day is fine too!
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