Chapter 124: Who Will Become the Illegitimate Child?

Fu Henian left with Ke Jing, while Fu Chen’s sharp eyes fixed intently on their retreating figures, a surge of hatred churning in his chest.

Suddenly, the door to the operating room swung open, and a nurse stepped out, calling loudly, “Who is a family member of Shen Huaiqing?”

Fu Chen hurried forward anxiously, replying, “I am—I am her husband! How is she now? Is there a problem?” A barrage of questions spilled from him.

The nurse responded calmly, “Sir, please don’t worry. Your wife is stable, but… the baby is lost. Here is the hospitalization bill; please take it to settle the fees.” She handed Fu Chen a slip.

A baby had truly existed! Fu Chen...

Behind Wang Kun and Luo Tianqiu, Wang Yue looked at Wang Hao with a face full of resentment and suddenly broke into loud, heart-wrenching sobs.

Cheng Ping trembled with anger. He only wanted to explain, but Lan Tian didn’t even give him the chance. Before he could speak, Lan Tian interrupted him again.

“An ancestral artifact?” Long Wu was momentarily stunned as he sensed the aura emanating from the bronze mirror. This was unmistakably the aura of an ancestral artifact.

At this moment, Ye Chenfeng smiled faintly at Su Jinru without a word, then glanced toward Su Jinxi.

Such a celestial treasure capable of refining a cultivator’s body without side effects was extraordinarily valuable. If it weren’t for the extremely slow production rate of the celestial herb Tiankui in Tiankui Garden—only one or two could be produced in ten years at best—their foundation would be far more profound than it was now.

Along with her sorrow, Su Jinru felt an intense coldness, one that seeped deep into her bones.

For over a year, Shen Dawei lived in constant fear—worried first that his identity would be exposed, and second that Fang Yun might turn against him. All of this stemmed from the evil Fang Huo.

Next, he summoned Huai Xin and, using special methods, infused the water from the Yin-Yang Spring into their bodies, gradually withdrawing their protective layers so that the laws of this land would slowly recognize the Dao principles within them.

Five giant bear knights charged from five different directions, leaving Walter completely with no place to evade.

Hearing this, one became more convinced that they were still inside the ancient cave mansion. It seemed the only explanation that could make sense of everything.

With the power of the Dragon-Slaying Cannon, even if the target were not a dragon, a single shot could cripple most golden-grade creatures, let alone a true dragon.

Le Yu couldn’t help but issue a warning: “Attention all units—The giant monster ahead is a devourer that has transformed by consuming its own kind. All ships maintain high alert, increase shield energy, and avoid direct contact.”

In just a short time, Le Yu was becoming more immersed in his role.

Twelve saints, locked onto by the Primordial, were pulled involuntarily toward the prehistoric realm by the Primordial’s commanding gesture, their bodies still under the awe-inspiring power of the Blade of Time.

After speaking, Feng Long wisely turned as if to leave. Seeing this, the Red Dragon mercifully released its tail, and Feng Long smoothly departed.

Seeing this, Yu Yan rolled her eyes. Though she was a bit tired now, falling asleep in this hot spring was still out of the question.

Spirit veins formed the foundation of a plane; their immense power was coveted by immortals and Buddhas alike. It was evident how fortunate the elf race was to possess such an inexhaustible source of spirit veins.

“Alright then.” Bray swallowed nervously at Miselle’s gaze, which seemed to want to devour him alive, and then fled hastily.

Although eras have changed, neither the Qin nor Zhao states could now grant their nobles the absolute control over their fiefs as the lords and ministers of the Zhou dynasty or the Spring and Autumn period once had. Moreover, many noble titles today were non-hereditary and ceased upon death.

After a long while, Ling Xiyao seemed to hear a sigh, followed by a heartfelt apology filled with guilt. She bowed her head, tears welling in her eyes. Wasn’t she waiting for just that—the other’s concern and understanding? Yet the next words dashed any flicker of warmth she had just begun to feel, casting it far beyond reach.