Volume 1: Zhuangtian Jinghong
**As the silver scissors used for midwifery pierced the third assassin's throat, Gu Jinghong finally heard the system prompt sound.**
"Congratulations to the host for completing the first kill!" The young voice announced cheerfully, "The reward, 'Shennong's Laparotomy', has been distributed, along with a map of the anesthetic herbs—"
The bronze sword was pulled from the corpse, bringing out a fountain of blood. She wiped the blood that splashed on her eyelashes and said, "First, explain how to activate the Pregnancy Spirit Body Protection!"
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## Section 1: Delivery
Granny Chen huddled in a corner, clutching the bloodstained swaddling cloth, watching the eldest daughter seal eight of her vital acupuncture points with silver needles. Amniotic fluid mixed with blood soaked through her skirt, but Gu Jinghong held the bronze sword across her knees, the blade reflecting her clenched teeth.
"The fetus is in a transverse position with the umbilical cord wrapped around the neck..." She pressed her fingertips lightly against her swollen abdomen, and the four heartbeats formed a rhythmic pattern of Gong, Shang, Jiao, and Zheng. Suddenly, a holographic projection popped up on the system: "Detected a congenital Dao-body embryo. It is recommended to activate the Reiki-assisted delivery mode."
Thunder roared outside, and more horse hooves clattered through the rain. Gu Jinghong grabbed some dried datura flowers and stuffed them into the medicine grinder, then shouted to the old servant, "Boil three bowls of water into one. Hurry!"
The bronze sword suddenly trembled and pointed towards the west wall, its energy carving a star pattern on the rammed earth. Granny Chen exclaimed in shock, "That's the one Madam buried before she died..."
"No time for archaeology right now!" She spun around and swung out her silver scissors, accurately piercing the wrist of the man in black who was trying to break the window. "Pour the mandrake soup into my mouth!"
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## Section 2: The Four Emperors' Advent
As the anesthetic took effect, Gu Jinghong laughed through the pain. The assassination attempt she'd endured in her previous life over the fragments of the Qing Nang Book had become her current experience delivering a child. A bronze sword hovered above the delivery bed, its hilt adorned with a dragon pattern that shone like blazing iron.
"I'm sorry," she whispered to her belly, her bloodied fingertips slicing through the skin. Spiritual energy flowed through the wound along the tip of the sword, and the four babies, wrapped in their membranes, unexpectedly slid out of her body.
"Wow--" The first cry shattered the beams and tiles of the house, and a tiger-shaped shadow appeared around Dabao; the moment Erbao opened his purple eyes, poisonous blood oozed out of the wound on the assassin's body; Sanbao grasped the umbilical cord and formed the Xiantian Bagua formation; Sibao had not yet opened his eyes, but his little hand had already pointed to the secret compartment in the southeast.
The system suddenly sounded an alarm: "Warning! Heavenly Thunder Tribulation will descend in 30 seconds."
Gu Jinghong grabbed the blood-stained Diamond Sutra and wrapped it around the baby, then drew a talisman with his bronze sword. As lightning struck the roof, the cracks on the sword formed a lightning shield, and the four babies giggled in the lightning.
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## Section 3: Blood-Feeding Spirit Sword
The rainstorm subsided before dawn. Gu Jinghong leaned against a blood-drenched medicine cabinet, stitching up his wound. A bronze sword lay embedded beneath an ancient locust tree in the courtyard, greedily absorbing the blood on the ground. The crack on the sword's spine had healed three inches, revealing the three bird-shaped characters "Zhen Shan He" (Town of Mountains and Rivers).
"My dear lady, I have found Madam's relics..." Granny Chen emerged from the hole in the wall, holding an iron box. Inside the box, a parchment scroll read: "In the seventh year of Yongchang, the sword of state was retrieved from the imperial mausoleum at Mount Li, but the sword's spirit has been lost..."
Sibao suddenly waved her hands southeastward, and Gu Jinghong's earlobe rang silently. She swung out the suture needle, its cold light piercing through the window paper and piercing the peeping eyeball. Amidst the screams, a new system prompt popped up: "Triggered Hidden Mission: Use Boy's Urine to Refine Poison-Repelling Pills (0/1)"
"Why don't you give me some decent golden fingers!" She picked up the crying Dabao and pointed it at the medicine furnace, but suddenly there was a sound of tiles breaking from the eaves - next to the assassin's body last night, there was a black iron arrow with the arrowhead engraved with the wolf head totem of the northern border.
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