It was like a bubble bursting; the quiet room’s sound suddenly connected with the outside world, and the sound of a child’s cry came to his ears.
"Did Wan’Er use the Sound Insulation Technique, and now the child has been born?"
He thoughtfully walked inside, discovering an old woman and a young maid lying motionless on the ground. On the bed in the middle, a baby was wailing, and the window on the side was open.
Besides that, there was no one else to be seen.
Thinking it was an assassination attempt, Shen Wang tensed up, full of vigilance, but no enemy jumped out.
He quickly entered and swiftly checked on the maid and midwife, finding they were not dead, just passed out, not appearing to be in danger.
Shen Wang called out, but there was no response. He caught sight of something and walked to the table by the window, finding a piece of paper with a line of writing on it.
"I am leaving, leaving the daughter to you. This counts as going above and beyond. My aspiration lies on the path to immortality. You can only age and die here. Our paths differ, so do not trouble me in the future."
The words spoke of the origin and outcome, yet were entirely heartless.
Reading these words, Shen Wang felt a heavy blow, his face turning pale.
He had a feeling of being abandoned, a deep and painful feeling.
With his foundation damaged, banished to guard the ancestral tomb, now even his wife had run away.
This year had been so bleak!
Shen Wang felt as if a stone was pressing on his heart, making it hard to breathe.
He tried to stay rational.
This was the Cultivation Realm; even if they were husband and wife, what could he do if she wanted to leave?
Not to mention the Cultivation Realm, isn’t this kind of thing also common in the mortal world?
Consoling himself inwardly, he picked up the paper with a grim face, confirming it was Han Wan’Er’s handwriting. Shen Wang could only smile bitterly.
"How realistic. Back then, you were eager to become my Dao partner when I was flourishing, using my family’s resources to boost your own family. When I fell into decline, it was ’our paths differ.’ Couldn’t you at least raise the child a bit before leaving? To be so heartless to the child?"
Muttering to himself, Shen Wang wasn’t opposed to Han Wan’Er leaving, just dissatisfied with her leaving too quickly, without even a sip of milk for the child.
At this moment, the crying subsided, and a pair of clear, dark eyes were curiously looking at him.
Turning his head, Shen Wang saw the little one, with big eyes meeting hers, and instinctively felt a sense of closeness.
He didn’t say anything, just walked over with tears welling up and picked up his daughter.
From now on, she would be his only relative.
Even with his damaged foundation, he was determined to raise her well.
Facing his kin, Shen Wang could no longer hold back, tears streaming down his face.
Suddenly, through the tears blurred vision, lines of text jumped out.
[You have a descendant, the Longevity System has been activated]
[Now that you have your first child, as a continuation of life, you feel the weight of responsibility increasing, and your Dantian begins to recover]
[Current recovery rate 1/100 per day]
Shen Wang was stunned and wiped away the tears with his hand.
The writing still existed, gradually fading.
Shen Wang wondered, feeling a sense of anticipation arise in his heart.
If it were really something like in a past life...
He took a deep breath, quickly closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and checked the state of his Dantian.
The damaged Dantian only had a scattered, thin layer of Spiritual Power at the bottom, with other areas full of scars, making it difficult to retain Spiritual Power.
But at this moment, one of the deepest scars actually began to heal.
Even though the recovery ratio was small and not easily noticeable without careful observation, it was truly healing.
Feeling these changes, Shen Wang’s body couldn’t help but tremble.
He excitedly opened his eyes, his eyes sparkling.
After more than thirty years in this world, his golden finger had finally arrived; relying on his own cultivation before had been too exhausting.
Looking at his daughter who innocently stared at him, Shen Wang couldn’t help but laugh, with tears in his eyes, feeling an exhilarated and enlightened sensation.
"Daughter, dear daughter, you truly are my treasure, my blessing."
Shen Wang kissed the little one, who giggled happily, pure and innocent.
Hearing Shen Wang’s laughter, an old servant came over and said at the door: "Congratulations, young master, and lady."
Speaking of the lady, he then realized the maid and midwife were unconscious on the ground, astonished.
Entering the room in surprise, not seeing Han Wan’Er, he knew something had happened.
"She left and won’t come back."
The old servant’s wrinkles deepened, seemingly not too surprised, just sighed: "The lady sure knows when to shift with time; if not for the pregnancy, she might not have stayed until now."
"Wrong, a year ago she hadn’t obtained the Celestial Travel Sect’s entry qualification, so she wouldn’t leave. The pregnancy was unexpected."
Shen Wang shook his head.
The Celestial Travel Sect was a major cultivation sect and very strict in accepting disciples. It was difficult for someone with Han Wan’Er’s talent to gain entry.
Fortunately, with the help of Shen Family resources, she managed to reach Mid-stage Qi Cultivation before thirty and gained entry.
Three months after joining the Sect, Shen Wang’s foundation damage occurred, and she returned with him, leading up to today’s events.
"The Patriarch will surely be very angry."
The old servant said with some resentment.
"She is now a disciple of the Celestial Travel Sect, so she doesn’t have to be too afraid. Besides, the family wouldn’t stir trouble for a useless person like me anymore."
Just like Shen Wan’er, he saw through it all, but unlike her, Shen Wang still cared about certain things.
The old servant could only sigh once more.
"I saved her life back then, gave her resources, and today she gave me a child. We owe each other nothing."
Shen Wang shook his head. "You can go back. It’s enough with Jia Jia and me here."
"I’ll first make breakfast for the little one."
The old servant said, glancing at the child: "The young mistress has no mother, but still needs milk. I’ll see if I can find a recently given birth village woman in town."
"That’s the only way."
Shen Wang nodded, growing even more dissatisfied with Han Wan’Er.
How heartless to abandon a newborn child.
"First, wake those two up and let Jia Jia prepare the meal. The child is the priority."
Shen Wang said, placing the child on the bed, smiling, and said: "Daughter, you were born in early winter, so let’s call you Chuxue."
"Chu" means beginning, and "Xue" comes from last night’s weather. Shen Wang felt this name was very fitting for his first child.
The child reached out, seemingly satisfied with the name.
Shen Wang grasped his daughter’s fingertips, feeling a blood connection.
After playing for a while, his daughter fell asleep.
"Soon you’ll have milk, daughter."
The little one seemed to have heard, smacked her lips, and sucked on her own fingers.
Seeing this, Shen Wang felt pain in his heart and quietly left the bedside.
Facing the window, a thin layer of snow lay outside, with a faint fragrance lingering.
He hesitated for a moment, then began to study the system.
Outside, after waking the maid and midwife, the old servant sent the midwife away and let the maid prepare the meal. When passing by, he saw the young master standing at the window staring blankly.
Thinking that Shen Wang still found it hard to accept reality, he could only sigh once more and turned to leave.
Shen Wang’s daze at the window wasn’t because of Han Wan’Er, but because his attention was on something unseen by the old servant.
There were three dots, bouncing as if ready to transform into words at any moment.