Volume 1: Zhuangtian Jinghong
**As thunder split the eternal night, the blood groove on the bronze sword lit up.**
Gu Jinghong's fingertips were tracing the cracks in the museum display case when the scar that had pierced the sword suddenly began to glow with a faint blue light. A security guard's voice came from behind him: "The museum is closed! Don't touch the artifacts..."
The last thing that caught his eye was the cinnabar mole at the end of his left eye reflected in the glass. The bright red color looked so strange in the sword light that it didn't look like a birthmark, but rather some kind of ancient seal.
Section 1: Thriller on a Rainy Night
The smell of rotting grass mixed with livestock manure pierced Gu Jinghong's nostrils, and she snapped open her eyes amidst the pounding of heavy rain. Rainwater leaking from the thatched roof pelted her brows. Her swollen belly rose and fell violently with each breath, and the silver bell on her wrist rang out in unison as she rose to her feet.
"Late pregnancy, transverse position..." As the 38th generation descendant of the Gu family, a family of medicine and poison, she instantly sensed the danger. The moment her palm pressed against her abdomen, fragments of memory pierced her mind like poisoned silver needles.
The exiled daughter of a manor dweller, a young hunter with a smile in the mountain mist, and a lover who vanished without a single word. The final scene freezes at the edge of a cliff: the original owner, clutching a half-broken Chilong pendant, stumbles back, the crisp sound of her embroidered shoes crushing dead branches, mingled with sobs: "A Zhan, who are you..."
"Girl!" The loud bang of the wooden door being smashed open cut off memories. An old woman in a straw raincoat rushed in, clutching an oilcloth package. The mud and water left winding bloodstains on the blue brick floor.
Gu Jinghong instinctively reached for her waist, but only felt the empty sachet. In a flash, she pulled out her silver hairpin and pressed it against the old woman's throat: "Tell me clearly, who wants to eliminate the roots?"
Section 2: Sword Soul Awakens
A cold light flashed in Granny Chen's cloudy pupils: "The second master died suddenly last night, and they found out that the lady had escaped from the imperial mausoleum..." Her voice was cut off by a sharp pain in her abdomen, and the four fetal movements formed a strange resonance in the rain.
The oilcloth wrapping suddenly unravelled, and the cracked bronze sword rose into the air. The dark red veins on the blade, like bulging blood vessels, cast a "mountains and rivers hanging upside down" symbol on the wall. The cinnabar mole on Gu Jinghong's left eye burned like charcoal, and his past and present lives were pierced through in the excruciating pain.
"Ding! The Quirky System has been successfully activated." The young man's voice exploded in his skull. "Warm reminder: You are facing a 72-hour risk of death from dystocia. It is recommended to immediately..."
"Shut up!" She spun around and pinned the old servant against the earthen wall, the silver hairpin pressing a line of blood down his neck. "First, explain why this sword came to this other world."
The bronze sword suddenly roared like a dragon, its energy overturning a medicine basket dangling from the beam. As dried motherwort fluttered down, half a Chilong pendant fell from Granny Chen's arms—a perfect match for the hunter boy's in her memory, forming a complete royal totem.
Section 3: Fetal Movement Thunder
The rainstorm suddenly stopped in the air.
A resonant sword sound echoed from his abdomen, and four beams of azure light pierced the roof and soared into the sky. Gu Jinghong stumbled and grasped the corner of the table, watching in the bronze mirror as the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye transformed into flowing golden lines, forming ancient runes on his cheek.
"Warning! Spiritual energy fluctuations have reached critical levels." The system voice took on a mechanical quality. "It is recommended to activate the Spiritual Protection Mode..."
Outside the courtyard, the sound of horse hooves suddenly echoed, and dozens of dark shadows swept past the fence. Rainwater streamed down the leader's black iron mask, and Gu Jinghong's pale face was reflected on his scimitar. "By order of the Patriarch, send the young lady on her way!"
The bronze sword suddenly slashed out, its energy tearing a blood-red galaxy through the rain. Gu Jinghong's grip on the sword cracked, but he heard the system's cheerful announcement: "Congratulations to the host for triggering the hidden quest—kill the enemy using midwifery techniques. Reward: 'Shennong's Laparotomy Technique'!"
"You call this delivering a baby?" She spun in the rain of blood, her sword precisely severing the assassin's tendons. "Then I'll deliver a new life for them!"
Finale: Triple Hook
When the last black-clad man fell beside the medicine mill, the bronze sword clanged into the green brick. Gu Jinghong leaned against the sword, panting, watching as a green mist oozed from the cracks in the blade, forming three lines of small seal characters in the air:
"When the land changes its master, the Four Emperors will appear."
Suddenly, a childish voice came from my belly: "Mother, there are eyes peeking at me from the roof."
Granny Chen pointed tremblingly at the shadow of the eaves, where a half-piece of black armor hung—the very same armor worn by the Zhenbei Prince's personal guards. The rain poured down again, and the night wind, mingled with the scent of blood, carried the delicate fragrance of pine resin, exactly like the scent of the young hunter in her memory.
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