Free Web NovelChapter 678: Chapter 204: The Wheel of Fate Turns, the Dragon Child Is Born
On the cliff, verdant shade flourishes.
In front of the cliff, clouds surge like tides.
Below the cliff, the faint roar of rushing water can be heard.
Peng Mingyi spread his arms wide, gazing skyward, basking in the happiness of the sun, as countless scattered memories flashed through his mind...
But these memories were all of crying, as if he was born and cursed the woman who gave birth to him, causing his family to be destroyed, and his blood relatives to be brutally killed...
Everything, all of it, was merely to make him the Jade Remains.
If he had not succeeded, only he and his mother would die.
But he succeeded, which meant everyone else would die.
Just like the Wolf Mother thinking of "seeing the sunset," at this moment, after the disintegration of the Miracle Beast Garden, Peng Mingyi’s memory began to partially recover.
So, he came to the highest cliff, standing with a look of happiness for a moment, then softly murmured, "So this is what a blooming lotus looks like, nothing more than this.
Just killing, what beauty is there? Ha..."
After speaking, he opened his arms, his body tilted forward, and then he fell.
The wind roared past his ears, his silver hair flying wildly behind him, revealing a face even more beautiful than a woman’s.
As death approached, Peng Mingyi smiled joyfully.
...
Several days later.
A secluded little mountain village.
Surrounding vibrant flowers and green leaves formed a natural wall, hiding it from outsiders’ view.
The entrance to the village was a small river, and only by following the river could one enter; otherwise, one would have to fly in.
Clap... clap... clap...
By the river, a village girl with a blue scarf was pounding clothes.
Her face was ordinary and she didn’t seem strong, just a simple village girl.
As she was pounding, she suddenly felt something, looked up towards the river, and saw a boy covered in blood floating down the river.
Saving lives was urgent.
The village girl hurriedly threw down the pounding stick, leapt into the water, swam with all her might, then held the boy and struggled to drag him to the shore, flipping him over.
Once she did, she was stunned.
The boy had dreamlike silver hair and delicate skin, quite unlike those who worked laborious tasks.
Such a boy must be handsome, someone from a completely different world than hers.
But the boy’s face was ruined, possibly smashed against sharp rocks in the water, leaving it broken and swollen, quite unsightly.
The village girl felt an inexplicable sense of pity, then quickly checked for breath. Finding there was still some, she hurriedly pressed water from his stomach, hesitated a moment, then began to breathe into his mouth.
After some effort, the boy finally showed signs of improvement.
The village girl carried the boy back home, calling, "Dad, Dad, I saved someone," eliciting a response of "Where did you save them?" from inside. The village girl continued talking, leading to an argument, but ultimately, the boy was allowed to stay.
Several days later...
The boy slowly awoke, opening his eyes to the wooden ceiling of a shabby little house.
Turning his head, he saw the little village girl cooking porridge not far away.
Hearing the noise, the little village girl turned around, pleasantly surprised, "You’re awake?"
"Oh dear, lie down... you’re not healed yet."
The village girl set down the pot, pressing the boy down.
A moment later, she brought over the porridge, smiling, "The village doesn’t have the many good things your home has, but you need to eat something now."
The boy stared blankly at her, then took the porridge, but as soon as he lifted his arm, he felt the muscles in his arms tremble as though cramping.
The village girl laughed, "You, just lie down properly, let me feed you."
With that, she took a rough wooden spoon, scooped some porridge, blew it cool, and brought it to the boy’s mouth.
The boy hesitated for a moment, but eventually opened his mouth.
The village girl fed it to him.
The porridge was bland, with few grains of rice.
But... it tasted really good.
After finishing the first spoonful, the boy continued eating.
The village girl fretted, "Eat slowly, don’t choke."
Soon, the boy finished.
The village girl turned to wash the bowls.
Suddenly, the boy’s eyes reddened, and two lines of tears fell from his ruined face as he hoarsely asked, "Who are you?"
The village girl replied, "I’m Third Lady Zhou, who are you?"
"I..." The boy hesitated, "I don’t remember."
The village girl worried, "What should we do?"
The boy said, "Why don’t you give me a name?"
"Ah???"
"Well... well..." The village girl stammered, lacking education, unsure of what name to give.
The boy said, "Then I’ll be called Zhou Na."
"Ah??" The village girl gaped.
...
...
Dark currents surged, but like storm clouds before the rain, gathering densely, yet no thunder had broken the calm.
Time quickly moved to deep winter.
The Lotus Sect was still coiled in the Jade Capital, and under the active efforts of the White Lotus Sect and the Red Lotus Sect, they subdued many surrounding small forces.
They wanted to find Peng Mingyi, but the Sect Leader Mingyi had vanished...
...
The former Peng Mingyi, now Zhou Na, fell in love with the village girl who saved him, held a simple wedding, and transitioned from "Black Lotus Sect Leader" to "fisherman."
...
Su Mushen had already reached the Cloud Mountain Path, walking and stopping, arduously tracing a bloodline connection.
He considered a possibility that slightly deterred him.
But the sights along the way also sparked his curiosity.
The Eternal Night Permafrost might have undergone changes he hadn’t foreseen, maybe... it would be worth a look.
...
Li Yuan hadn’t been idle.
After confirming the main forces of the Lotus Sect were in the Jade Capital, he began engulfing the Southern Land’s Lotus Sect, as Yama could produce more human skin handcuffs.
The Judge was growing stronger.
The Lotus Sect was being silently infiltrated.
Any activities related to the Black Market Ghost Realm faced endless obstacles.
And slowly, slowly, the Black Market Ghost Realm acquired a new name — Ghost Prison.
This was all thanks to the large iron cage in the Black Market Ghost Realm.
...
In deep winter, snow roared, like a beast tide rushing over the wilderness, village, and battlefield...
In the depths of the Hanzhou Path, a baby boy’s loud cries were heard, born into the world.
"It’s the Dragon Child!"
"It’s the Dragon Child!!"
The midwife exclaimed excitedly.
Outside, an even greater cheer rose.
Gao Kaiping, Silver Armor Spear silently stood by the side of the house, like a statue, guarding it without moving an inch.
Suddenly, a greater wave sounded from afar...
"The Emperor... has arrived!!"
The newcomer was indeed Li Yuan.
How could he miss such an occasion?
He stepped inside, and the crowd quickly bowed.
Yet some were skeptical.
The Emperor had been missing for some time, how could he suddenly appear here? Moreover, the caller just now didn’t seem to be a eunuch from the palace, but a servant from the Xie Family.
But soon, the doubt was dispelled.
Because he easily entered the Xie Family’s inner residence.
If he were a fake Emperor, how would the Xie Family allow him near the Dragon Child?
All of this was naturally arranged by Xie Wei.
She had long instructed, "The Emperor... will come on the day of childbirth, this is his promise to me."
In fact, there was no such promise.
She had just guessed.
In fact, Li Yuan had arrived.
"You’re here."
Xie Wei smiled, lowering her head, tiredly tending to the baby boy, then looking up at Li Yuan, "Look at our child, see, how much he resembles you."
