Bonus Chapter: Don't panic! You're about to give birth!
Time flies, and Fang Li's pregnancy is finally coming to an end under everyone's careful and anxious care, and she has entered the period of waiting for delivery.
The Wangshu Terrace was decorated to be more and more comfortable and warm, and at least two people were on duty every night, not daring to relax in the slightest.
That night, the moonlight was like water, and Sendai was quiet.
Fang Li was sleeping soundly nestled beside Ye Wuyang when suddenly she was jolted awake, curling up and clutching the quilt beneath her tightly with both hands.
A sharp, downward-pulsing pain shot through her lower abdomen, instantly causing a fine layer of cold sweat to bead on her forehead.
"Ugh—it hurts...it hurts so much..." She let out a suppressed cry of pain, her voice trembling with fear, and instinctively grabbed the arm of the person next to her. "Wuyang! I...Is my stomach...going into labor?!"
Almost the instant she cried out in pain, Ye Wuyang sat up, his icy blue eyes suddenly clearing in the darkness.
He immediately placed one hand on her taut lower abdomen, his pure, icy immortal essence instinctively probing into it, while his other hand tightly grasped her cold and slightly trembling hand.
When he felt the regular and intense contractions, his expression changed drastically, and his usually calm voice tightened:
"It's a sign of labor! Li'er, concentrate, don't be afraid! Take a deep breath! Breathe with me!" He tried to calmly guide her, imitating the method in the childbirth jade slip that he already knew by heart, but his fingertips on her abdomen trembled slightly uncontrollably, and even a wisp of sharp sword energy dissipated due to the turmoil in his mind, instantly alarming the protective array around the altar and waking everyone up.
He immediately transmitted his thoughts telepathically, his voice filled with unprecedented urgency: "Mother! Xie Chen! Quick! Li'er is about to give birth!"
The first to arrive were Yun Zhiruo and a midwife from the Immortal Clan who had been invited early on.
Yun Zhiruo practically teleported to the bedside, grasped her daughter's other cold hand, and gently comforted her, her voice choked with sobs: "Mother's here, Li'er, don't be afraid! Mother's here with you!" The warm life force in her palm flowed continuously into Fang Li's body.
The midwife on the side worked quickly and checked: "The cervix is dilated! Quickly prepare hot water, as many cleansing towels as possible! And calming incense!"
Shen Yunzhou was already alert, and he opened his eyes the moment Ye Wuyang's sword energy leaked out. The next second, he heard Fang Li's cry of pain.
His figure moved like a sword, appearing instantly outside the door, and he pushed the door open with urgency.
When he saw Fang Li, pale with pain and curled up on the bed, his hand holding the sword tightened instinctively, the scabbard and blade making a slight friction sound. His face was filled with heartache and panic, and his voice was dry: "Li'er!" Then he turned to Ye Wuyang and Yun Zhiruo: "What can I do?" At this moment, the Sword God's composure had vanished.
Ji Qianqiu practically burst through the door, his hair disheveled from sleep, his clothes in disarray. When he saw Fang Li's pained expression, his eyes widened in shock. He was at a loss, wanting to go to her but not daring to, pacing anxiously in circles, his voice trembling with tears: "Junior Sister! What... what do we do?! Are you in a lot of pain? What do you need? I'll get it! I'll chop it! Tell me!" He had completely lost his composure.
Although Xie Chen's clothes were slightly disheveled, he was calmer than the others. He quickly scanned his surroundings and then said to Fang Yan and Fang Qingyu, who had arrived shortly after, "Father-in-law, elder brother, please stabilize all the outer formations to isolate all noise and spying! Qianqiu! Stop turning around! Go and fetch the ten-thousand-year-old warm jade basin and life essence prepared in the side hall! Yunzhou, help me immediately set up the 'Spirit Gathering and Mind-Soothing Formation' to gather the gentlest spiritual energy!" He finally looked at Fang Li and softened his voice, "Li'er, conserve your energy, don't shout, breathe and push in rhythm with the midwife!"
On the other side, the enormous fluctuations of spiritual energy from Sendai naturally alerted Qingxuan Zhenren of the neighboring Spirit Peak.
He only wore half of his outer robe and rushed over in his slippers, almost colliding with Hong Lie, who was also rushing over in a hurry.
Before he arrived, his voice preceded him, filled with utter panic: "What's wrong? What's wrong?! My dear disciple, what's wrong?! Is she about to give birth?! Hong Lie, you old bastard, get out of my way!" His usual dignified and otherworldly demeanor had vanished completely.
As the head of the family, Fang Qingyu was extremely anxious, but seeing the delivery room instantly filled with people, he still frowned and shouted at the men, "Get out! The delivery room is a sensitive place; too much yang energy is not good! Don't cause trouble here and get in the way!" Then, he and Fang Yan practically pushed and shoved the four men, who kept looking back with worried expressions, out of the room, leaving only Yun Zhiruo and the midwife.
Not long after the group was pulled out, Fang Li's contractions inside the room suddenly intensified. The intervals between contractions became shorter and shorter, and the pain struck again and again.
She could no longer hold back, and cried out in a sob, "Mother! It hurts so much! Can't I stop giving birth?! I won't give birth anymore! Ah—!" In the throes of extreme pain, she spoke without thinking, blaming the people outside the door: "Ye Wuyang! Shen Yunzhou! Ji Qianqiu! Xie Chen! You bastards! Why do you make me suffer like this all by myself! Waaah…" Sweat soaked through her nightgown, and strands of hair clung to her pale, damp cheeks. As she strained, her nails dug deep into her mother's warm palms.
Yun Zhiruo's heart ached so much that tears streamed down her face. She gently encouraged him while continuously channeling vital energy into him: "My dear, you are the bravest mother. For the baby, give it your all! I know it hurts..." The midwife guided his breathing and pushing rhythm: "Yes! Breathe! Inhale... exhale... push down! Almost there, almost there, we can see the head!"
The men outside the door felt their hearts clench as they listened to Fang Li's painful cries and curses from inside.
Ye Wuyang completely lost his usual composure, pacing back and forth in the corridor. With each step he took, a layer of frost would condense on the ground, only to be instantly shattered by his out-of-control aura.
Every time he heard Fang Li's heart-wrenching cries, an uncontrollable chill emanated from him, leaving deep scratches on the walls and pillars. His eyes were filled with a panic and helplessness that could not take away her pain.
Shen Yunzhou leaned against the cold wall, his eyes tightly closed, his knuckles white from clenching his fists. Every time Fang Li screamed, his body stiffened abruptly. He clenched his teeth, his jawline taut, and his eyes uncontrollably reddened.
Ji Qianqiu squatted on the ground, his hands covering his head, burying his face deep in his knees, his broad shoulders heaving, occasionally letting out suppressed sobs: "Junior sister... ugh... it must hurt so much..."
Xie Chen's hands also clenched into fists.
He tried to remain calm, his lips moving rapidly as he whispered his deductions about good and bad fortune, but his speech became faster and faster until it turned into meaningless repetition: "Vigorous blood and qi... Correct fetal position... Strong uterine contractions... Auspicious... Very auspicious... Definitely auspicious..." Clearly, even this celestial sage, who had calculated everything, was now in a state of great mental turmoil.
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