Chapter 481: Pre-Labor Syndrome
Two months after the wedding, everything suddenly calmed down.
The grand wedding, known throughout the entire cultivation realm, was still being talked about over tea and meals by countless people.
However, the two main characters of the wedding were surprisingly enjoying a peaceful life.
After the establishment of the Taisu Alliance, the majority of the reputable sects and families in the cultivation world chose to join under the banner of the Four Holy Lands.
After all, all the Major Ascension realm cultivators were in the Taisu Alliance; even just for the sake of face, one had to go along with it.
Surprisingly, the work of the Taisu Alliance turned out to be more relaxed than expected.
After all, treasures like the Earthly Bodhisattva weren’t something you stumbled upon all the time. Even if the whole world was alerted to search for it, news would still be sparse.
So, the main job of the Taisu Alliance changed to resisting the temptation of foreign gods and demons, effectively becoming an anti-fraud center.
But just as Sang Zhe suspected,
with all the Major Ascension realm cultivators on the human side joining the Taisu Alliance, that bunch from Ancestral Cang seemed to have no better options.
Thus, they turned their gaze towards some hidden scattered cultivators in the human realm who were at the Crossing Tribulation Stage.
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That night, behind the Sang residence.
With a swish, the sword light danced lightly.
Before blood even had the chance to spill, the entire head rolled neatly on the ground, ending up at Sang Zhe’s feet.
The man’s gaze still held some reluctance and fear, looking quite eerie.
But Sang Zhe’s expression was rather calm.
“… Is this the fifth time?”
“Has the frequency of attacks been a bit too high lately?” he muttered to himself.
Despite the Taisu Alliance doing its best to spread knowledge against the temptations of foreign gods and demons across the continent,
there will always be those who can’t resist temptation.
There are always cultivators who fall for Ancestral Cang’s promises, attempting to attack the Sang family.
While these attacks were nothing but a nuisance for Sang Zhe now, it was indeed quite bothersome.
The feeling of being targeted was certainly uncomfortable.
“Sure enough, exposing my identity to that bunch from Ancestral Cang has caused some trouble.”
Behind him, Master Yu Xia’s silhouette gracefully appeared. “Sir, should I summon the people from the Taisu Alliance to handle the body?”
“Thanks for the trouble, Aunt Yu.”
Sang Zhe lightly wiped the bloodstains off the Dream Jun Sword, sheathed it, and glanced back at the house.
The lights were still on in Little Ying’s room; he couldn’t tell if she had been disturbed or not.
Better head back quickly, wouldn’t want to wake up his wife—just as Sang Zhe was about to turn around.
He turned back to find a scene that nearly made his eyeballs pop out.
Zhang Xiaoying, clad in a thin nightgown and sporting a noticeably round belly, was standing next to the corpse of the male cultivator, poking at it with her foot while mumbling:
“Why did he die so fast… couldn’t he give me a chance to take a swing or something?”
In that moment, Sang Zhe was scared out of his wits.
“Oh my dear ancestor! Don’t take my life!”
He hurried over to Little Ying, gently supporting her as he said, “Your belly is getting bigger and bigger, yet you’re still thinking about killing and fighting? What if something happens to you? You’d owe your parents a huge debt!”
“Coming out dressed so lightly in this cold, what if you catch a chill? I’m worried sick, hurry back inside—”
“Aiya, you’re so annoying!” Zhang Xiaoying suddenly pouted with anger, pushing Sang Zhe’s overly close face away.
“Ever since I got pregnant, I can’t do housework, can’t go too far from the door, even going to the market to buy vegetables requires a whole team to escort me. They’re trying to suffocate me!”
“It’s not every day I get a clueless one coming to die; I just want to stretch my limbs a bit!”
Sang Zhe immediately started shaking his head in fright. “No way! If you’re itching to hit someone, hit me! My skin’s thick!”
Saying this, he bravely leaned closer, grinning with shamelessness.
Zhang Xiaoying, still grumpy, pinched his face hard but eventually helplessly allowed him to usher her back inside, muttering, “The more I think about it, the angrier I get… You’re not allowed in bed tonight! Go sleep with Senior Sister Shi!”
Meanwhile, in the garden corridor, Hua Jianglian and Long Huan were enjoying the gossip and didn’t forget to chat.
“Tsk tsk. Little Ying’s temper seems to be getting bigger recently. She used to be so gentle; just seeing Sang Zhe meant she complied with anything. Now she dares to scold him.”
“Can’t blame her, it’s pre-labor syndrome. Women tend to act this way when pregnant.”
“Hey… You think if we get pregnant in the future, we’d be the same?”
“I don’t know about myself,” Long Huan said with a wink. “The demon clan doesn’t seem to have this pre-labor depression thing. Not sure about you humans.”
Hua Jianglian wrinkled her nose.
“So scary… maybe we shouldn’t have kids after all.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Long Huan said with a sweet smile, “Giving a child to one’s husband is the joy of being a wife. It’s the crystallization of our love!”
“As long as my husband wants it, I wouldn’t mind giving him a whole batch of dragon babies~”
Hua Jianglian looked at Long Huan, whose head was surrounded by pink bubbles, in disbelief, and after a moment, looked away.
“Though, I can understand Little Ying’s feelings. Sometimes when you’re too idle, it can be quite frustrating.”
“Just like recently, it feels like the house has gotten eerily quiet.”
“Elder Sister Gu has returned to Sword Flower Palace, and Yu Bing is handling matters for Sang Zhe regarding the Demon Cult. Meng Qiyan and Shi Qingyan are busy with the Taisu Alliance stuff, seldom seen. The house is left with just Yan Rouwan and Aunt Yu; even Si Jingzhu and Miss Shui Ming have disappeared—”
At this point, she paused.
“By the way, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen Si Jingzhu. What has that girl been up to lately?”
“Not a clue…” Long Huan shook her head. “Seems like she’s been reclusive this past month, barely showing up for meals, and when she does, she’s all silent and moody.”
“Probably holed up in her room reading novels or comics.”
Still stuck in whatever happened a month ago, huh… Hua Jianglian felt both exasperated and amused, eventually shaking her head in resignation.
“It feels like if she keeps this up, something might go wrong. I should check up on her soon.”
“What about Miss Shui Ming? Did she go back to work for the commerce?”
“Well…” Long Huan slowly directed her gaze away, “Probably.”
Hua Jianglian: “?”
“That time, I saw you sneaking around with Miss Shui Ming, whispering and exchanging secrets. It can’t be anything underhanded, right?”
“No way.” Long Huan laughed. “We just hit it off well.”
“Look! She even gifted me a lifetime membership to the Floating Splendor Commerce!”
“Eh!?” Hua Jianglian widened her eyes dramatically: “Really? That membership is super rare! I’ve wanted it for ages, but she wouldn’t give it to me!”
“Hurry, how’d you manage to snag that? Do you have some secret? Teach me!”
“Well…”
Long Huan winked mysteriously. “It’s a secret.”
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