Free Web NovelChapter 103: Chapter 103: The Birth (01)
The heavy doors hit the wall with a loud bang, making Yue Yue jump.
At that exact moment, with a soft poof sound, the smooth egg rolled out from her body and into the warm spiritual water. It happened so fast she barely had time to react.
Yue Yue turned her head, her eyes misty and wet with tears of relief and exhaustion. Her gaze met the two men standing at the edge of the pool.
Han Soi and Feng Yanshen were both frozen, their expressions full of pure terror and shock.
Yue Yue opened her mouth to say their names, but her voice would not come out. She was terrified. She had not expected them to burst in like this.
And wait, Han Soi, he was already back. A smile appeared on her face.
Both men were completely stunned by the sight before them.
Yue Yue was lying in the glowing water, her skin radiating a soft, pearly light. The sheer white silken gown she wore was soaked through, clinging to every curve of her body like a second skin.
With her long purple hair floating in the water and her face flushed from the birth, she looked more beautiful and charming than any goddess they had ever imagined.
In their eyes, she was the most breathtaking thing in the world.
But the silence did not last long. Yue Yue quickly looked away from them, her face turning bright red.
She leaned down into the water and carefully took the glowing egg into her arms, hugging it protectively against her chest.
At this time, her first priority was the egg. She became nervous as she realized that Feng Yanshen was also here. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
She had already given birth to her cub. He would not do anything, right? She gazed at him with pitiful eyes.
It was only then that Han Soi and Feng Yanshen noticed the object in her hands.
The air felt like it was squeezed out of the room.
Han Soi’s heart hammered against his ribs. He stared at the egg, recognizing the unique golden patterns on the shell. It was the mark of the Winged Serpent clan.
His throat bobbed up and down as the truth hit him like a physical blow. It is mine, he thought, his eyes filling with a strange, fierce heat. That is my child.
On the other hand, Feng Yanshen looked like he was about to explode. He stood there, his red eyes fixed on the egg in Yue Yue’s arms. He felt a sharp, piercing pain go straight through his heart, worse than any wound he had ever received.
He was filled with a murderous rage. He looked at Yue Yue, the female he had touched, the female he had claimed as his, and realized she had just gone through the struggle of childbirth for another man.
He looked at the egg and realized the egg was actually the symbol of love between her and Han Soi. She was willing to give birth to a child for that wild man. Did she love him so much?
Then who was he? Where was his place in her heart?
"Yue Yue..." Feng Yanshen whispered, his voice so cold it made the spiritual water feel like ice.
Han Soi did not wait for the Priest to move. He stepped forward, his eyes locked on his wife and his child.
The tension between the two men was no longer just about power. It was about the tiny, glowing life Yue Yue was holding so tightly.
Han Soi did not wait for even a single minute. He jumped into the spiritual water with a loud splash, the waves rippling around him. He immediately reached out and cradled Yue Yue’s soft, trembling body in his powerful arms.
As he held her, his eyes turned a deep, pained red. He was not angry at her. He was filled with a burning rage toward himself.
He felt like a complete failure. His wife had been pregnant this whole time, and he had not even been there to support her. She was so brave, so fragile, and yet she had given birth to their child all alone in this cold pool.
"I am sorry, I am so sorry," Han Soi whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. He patted her wet hair, his hands shaking. He felt like he deserved to die for leaving her. How could he call himself a warrior when he allowed his female to go through such pain without him?
Yue Yue leaned weakly against his chest. Even though she was exhausted, a small, tired smile touched her lips. "Husband... you are back," she whispered.
Hearing that word, husband, made Han Soi feel like he was choking. He felt like such a loser, yet she was still willing to call him hers.
She had suffered so much, and yet she welcomed him with a smile. He could not hold it back anymore. He hugged her tightly and let out a sob, his tears mixing with the spiritual water.
But the moment was cut short. Yue Yue’s eyes fluttered, and her head fell back against his shoulder. The exhaustion of the birth and the stress of the day finally took their toll. She passed out cold in his arms.
"Yue Yue! Wait! Wake up!" Han Soi screamed, his heart nearly stopping from fright.
On the other side of the pool, Feng Yanshen stood perfectly still. He looked like a statue made of ice.
He watched the two of them entangled in the water, the golden egg resting between them. To him, that egg was a symbol of a love he could not touch. They had an offspring, a permanent bond that he could never break.
He felt his heart shattering into a million pieces. His mind started clouding with a thick, dark rage. All the light he had felt since meeting Yue Yue was being swallowed by a black energy.
He felt a blood rush rising inside him, a power so sheer and hidden that it threatened to explode and level the entire temple. He wanted to destroy everything.
