Chapter 13: He had Wen Tingshu’s baby!

“Lin Yao-shidi, wait for me. I’ll go with you.”

Meng Baixu quickly turned back to find Zhongli Yun and lied through his teeth. “Head Zhongli, the Sect Master has already agreed. Change ‘the Hengxue Sect forbids master-disciple romance’ to ‘romance is forbidden while the master-disciple relationship still exists.’”

Meng Baixu stared firmly into Zhongli Yun’s eyes.

This sect leader was truly too clever. With this change, his heart felt much more comfortable.

He was not going to waste his breath finding Wen Tingshu. Anyway, Wen Tingshu had said that seeing him in the Hengxue Sect was the same as seeing the Sect Master.

Zhongli Yun did not doubt him. Or rather, he had long expected to wait for the Sect Master to change his mind. Taking ten thousand steps back, even if Meng Baixu was falsely passing on the Sect Master’s order, what could the Sect Master do to him?

Besides, there was only a tiny difference between the two rules. It was harmless.

“All right. It can be stamped.”

Zhongli Yun brought the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, gathered spiritual power, and carved the new rule into the prohibition array word by word.

Ever since Meng Baixu came to the Hengxue Sect, the Sect Master had adjusted many one-size-fits-all rules. He originally did not manage affairs, but now he had managed many trivial matters. Meng Baixu always thought he was opposing Zhongli Yun, but Zhongli Yun only smiled. What Meng Baixu did not know was that everything Zhongli Yun carried out was the Sect Master’s will.

After Meng Baixu finished resolving this matter, he went with Lin Yao to find Chu Bingyu.

Chu Bingyu had not announced her pregnancy yet. Only a few people knew about her relationship with Zhao Tianhen. Because she needed to recuperate after failing bigu, she had not appeared these past few days, so she had not attended the assembly either.

Lin Yao handed a pill to Chu Bingyu. “Shijie, this is an abortion pill. Once you take it, it will take effect immediately. There will be no chance to regret it.”

Chu Bingyu said, “Thank the Sect Master for me, and thank Head Zhongli too. I know I was wrong.”

If she had never thought of taking a shortcut, she would not have fallen into the trap.

Meng Baixu said, “You can’t be blamed. Zhao Tianhen was a repeat offender.”

Just like how Wen Tingshu falling for his scheme could not be blamed on Wen Tingshu. It could only be blamed on this sect leader being too full of tricks.

Chu Bingyu said, “Thank you, Da-shixiong. I originally wanted to tell you, but I truly had no face to.”

Meng Baixu said, “Next time you have difficulties, remember to find—Head Zhongli.”

He would not be staying in the Hengxue Sect for long, so Meng Baixu changed the person in time.

She dissolved the pill into tea, raised her head, and drank it.

She was unwilling to give birth to a child whose lifespan would not be equal to her own. Zhao Tianhen naturally did not care about the pain of such separation, because the child was not a piece of flesh that fell from his own body.

Lin Yao said, “After taking the medicine, you must rest in bed. Shijie, we’ll take our leave first.”

Meng Baixu left behind three thousand spirit stones. Since she had not given birth, naturally there was no subsidy. He paid it on behalf of the Hengxue Sect.

He had done one good deed today. Heaven, please bless him—he absolutely, absolutely had to give birth to a little villain!

The two walked out of Chu Bingyu’s cultivator dormitory. Meng Baixu felt somewhat emotional. He was the first person to discover that Shimei was pregnant, and he was also the person who watched Shimei drink the abortion medicine.

In the entire cultivation world, there was no second person who could be as certain as Meng Baixu that he could give birth to a little cub with spiritual veins.

Wen Tingshu, you should secretly rejoice.

Wen Tingshu would definitely be a good father. He was already this tolerant toward a disciple, let alone his own biological child.

Little cub, you should secretly rejoice too.

So, there was no reason he would not be pregnant.

Meng Baixu looked at Lin Yao with shining eyes. “Do you have a way to quickly identify whether someone is pregnant?”

Once a new core formed inside his body, with Shizun’s cultivation, Wen Tingshu would probably be able to sense that a third yuan core had appeared on Hengxue Mountain and was gradually absorbing the spiritual qi of heaven and earth.

Then he would be exposed.

Lin Yao asked, “How quickly?”

Meng Baixu said, “On the third day after yin and yang union.”

Lin Yao calculated with his fingers.

Mm. Da-shixiong must have given the medicine to the big blue ox and was impatient to know whether there was a little blue ox.

“There is a way.”

Meng Baixu’s eyes lit up. He wished he could hook an arm around Lin Yao’s shoulders, but he worked hard to maintain Da-shixiong’s elegant bearing.

“Talk while we walk.”

Lin Yao said, “It is said that a monster once appeared in the Blackwater River. It liked to crawl ashore at midnight and eat pregnant pigs, cows, and even pregnant women. The Sect Master killed it by the Blackwater River, cut out its inner core, and discovered that its inner core was gray and dull. Only when soaked with mother-and-child blood would it glow red. That inner core should still be in the Sect Master’s hands. If you can borrow it from the Sect Master, drip a drop of blood onto it, and see whether it turns red, you’ll know.”

Meng Baixu said, “I’ll go borrow it.”

Lin Yao said, “Wouldn’t that be using a great treasure for a small purpose? Shixiong, if you’re not in a hurry, wait ten days. I have another method.”

Although the Sect Master treated Da-shixiong very well, whether the blue ox was pregnant or not was truly a small matter. Lin Yao did not want Meng Baixu to trouble the Sect Master for no reason because of his suggestion.

Meng Baixu said confidently, “How could it be? The blue ox belongs to Shizun, and the little blue ox will also belong to Shizun. Only after I confirm whether it is pregnant will I know whether I need to find you to make pregnancy-stabilizing medicine.”

When Lin Yao heard this, he also felt it made sense.

Shifu always said he was too heavy-handed with medicine, causing others not to trust him either. Only Da-shixiong remained the same as always. Whenever he needed medicine made, he only came to Lin Yao. Lin Yao was willing to make any pill for Da-shixiong.

Lin Yao said, “In three days, this batch of Golden Core cultivators who completed bigu will go out for three months of training. Shixiong, you are included. If the Sect Master enters seclusion, you can leave the blue ox with me to raise.”

Meng Baixu said, “Thank you, shidi, but the Sect Master feeds the blue ox grass every day. He can take care of it.”

Lin Yao said, “Then the Sect Master must really like the gift Shixiong gave him!”

Meng Baixu proudly hooked the corner of his mouth. “Naturally.”

The visitation holiday lasted three days, so there were no classes. Meng Baixu directly returned to Hengxue Mountain. He circled into the west palace to find Shizun, but did not find him. So he went to the library, and Wen Tingshu was indeed there reading.

Meng Baixu also pretended to take a book from the second row. He sat close beside Shizun, and as soon as he opened it, there was an illustration of clouds and rain.

Wen Tingshu glanced at him.

Meng Baixu looked innocent. “I haven’t finished studying yet.”

In the secret realm, it was Wen Tingshu who had told him to go back and reread. What was wrong with him being obedient? Not only would he read, he would read right under this old-fashioned man’s nose.

Wen Tingshu said, “Do you want Shifu to—”

“No, no.”

Meng Baixu’s body unconsciously trembled. He remembered the last time Wen Tingshu said, “Then Shifu will teach you this once,” and what followed was Wen Tingshu harshly punishing him until he hurt. He immediately shrank back, putting a fist’s distance between himself and Shizun.

Overdosing the medicine and angering the old-fashioned man was no good either.

Two days and two nights. Relying on the fact that they were cultivators, there had been no rest in between at all. Shizun’s huge thing had stayed inside his body the entire time. Storybooks never did it like that!

And Shizun was the one who needed to reread the storybooks. He only knew how to keep doing him to neutralize the medicine and kiss away his tears. He did not know any other techniques.

Wen Tingshu said, “…Do you want Shifu to avoid you?”

Meng Baixu raised a brow.

Why was it this line?

Wen Tingshu, you really are useless outside.

“I’m reading openly and honestly. Why should you avoid me?”

Once he confirmed that Shizun had no attacking power, Meng Baixu deliberately flipped the pages loudly, carrying the posture of someone determined to read through ten thousand volumes. In contrast, Shizun had not turned a single page for a long time.

At first, Meng Baixu kept secretly glancing at Shizun’s calm jade-like face from the corner of his eye. Later, when he reached an exciting part, he became focused on the book.

The book said that once a man tasted marrow and knew its flavor, one time would lead to countless times.

This was also wrong.

He had “lost his memory,” but Shizun had not. Shizun still remembered the taste of that matter, yet Shizun was not addicted.

Sure enough, as Shizun said, it was better to have no books than to believe everything in them.

Meng Baixu’s eyelids suddenly lifted, catching Wen Tingshu’s gaze on him.

Or could it be that Wen Tingshu looking at him like this was the gaze of wanting to sleep with him?!

Meng Baixu looked as if he had discovered a new secret realm. His gaze clung to Wen Tingshu’s face, analyzing his expression.

Wen Tingshu remained as still as an ancient well. He stood and said, “I’ll go to the cold pond and catch fish for you.”

Meng Baixu blurted out, “Two.”

He was going to be pregnant. One was not enough.

Speaking of pregnancy, he had to think of a way to get that monster’s inner core and verify it.

If he was not pregnant, then he had to think of another way to do it again before going out for training.

Hm? Going out for training?

Wasn’t this the perfect excuse to ask for treasures?

Meng Baixu tossed the book aside with a slap and chased Wen Tingshu to the cold pond.

Wen Tingshu was not catching fish at all. Instead, he was meditating on the coldest, hardest, most annoying rock by the cold pond. Didn’t his butt freeze?

“Shizun! Shizun!”

“Mn?”

Meng Baixu crossed his arms. There was a bit of scheming in him, but also an unconscious trace of expectation. “When I go out for training, can you accompany me?”

If Wen Tingshu was willing to leave Hengxue Mountain, this sect leader would set an inescapable net outside and capture him.

Wen Tingshu opened his eyes. “Lanshe, you’ve grown up. Training is done together with fellow disciples. Shifu does not accompany you.”

Meng Baixu said, “You’re different from other shifu. Then let me ask you: if I encounter danger outside, will you come down the mountain to save me?”

Wen Tingshu said, “This trip is to Mingyue Mountain to clear the ancient battlefield secret realm. You will not encounter any danger. Rest assured. The main purpose is to experience the local customs along the way. If you see anything you like, buy it back.”

Meng Baixu was dissatisfied with Wen Tingshu speaking in circles. “What if I do encounter danger?”

Wen Tingshu said, “As long as you follow the route Zhongli Yun planned and do not leave it, there will be no danger.”

Meng Baixu asked, “You really can’t go down the mountain?”

Wen Tingshu said slowly, “I cannot.”

It seemed tricking Wen Tingshu down the mountain would not work. Meng Baixu changed his words. “Then Shizun has to give me many, many treasures for self-defense. I want that—”

Wen Tingshu had roamed the cultivation world for five hundred years. His magic treasures were countless, but his room was empty. Who knew where he kept them?

Wen Tingshu said, “All right.”

As his voice fell, the mirror-like cold pond suddenly formed a whirlpool in the center. The whirlpool grew larger and larger, and a hole appeared in the middle. Beneath the hole, an icy staircase could faintly be seen.

Meng Baixu was shocked. He had wreaked havoc all over Hengxue Mountain, yet he never knew there was another world beneath the cold pond. What shocked him even more was that with one casual sentence from him, Wen Tingshu had opened this hidden world.

Wen Tingshu entered the bottom of the pond first. “Follow me.”

Meng Baixu had never worried about going in and not being able to come out. Without thinking, he followed Shizun down. Passing through the transparent, ice-cold stairs, they reached the underground, where it was actually a little warmer.

Everywhere he looked, there were all kinds of divine-grade treasures, even more than the Fuguang Sect’s collection.

Wen Tingshu said, “Open your qiankun pouch.”

Meng Baixu said, “Oh.”

Meng Baixu opened his qiankun pouch, and Wen Tingshu threw an ancient divine sword into it.

His eyes spun around, searching for the legendary inner core used for testing blood. At the same time, he said, “Don’t I already have Shifu’s Fengxing Sword? I don’t want any other swords.”

Wen Tingshu said, “This is the East Wind Dance Divine Sword. It is better than Fengxing Sword. Wherever it points, heaven and earth will freeze. Your cultivation is not enough, so you still cannot fully control it. Make do with it for self-defense.”

“Oh.”

Meng Baixu saw a row of small boxes. He released the qiankun pouch and ran over to rummage through them, opening them one by one.

As he expected, these were all various inner cores. During the time when Wen Tingshu used war to stop war and shook the Nine Provinces with his might, who knew how much blood Fengxing Sword had drunk?

After an inner core was separated from its original body, it was only a container for storing spiritual power. These inner cores were still shining brilliantly, which meant Shizun had not taken the spiritual power inside them. Morally noble and pure, he disdained doing such a thing.

Meng Baixu did not touch them either. Finally, he found a gray, dusty inner core.

This was it!

Meng Baixu immediately clenched it inside his sleeve. When he turned around, his gaze went dull for a moment.

He saw Wen Tingshu had swept all kinds of magic treasures from the walls and stuffed them all into his disciple’s qiankun pouch.

“Shizun, it can’t fit anymore.”

Meng Baixu suspected that if he did not say anything, the entire Hengxue Mountain, except for the nine pillars and Wen Tingshu himself, would be emptied.

Wen Tingshu was concise. “It isn’t full yet.”

Meng Baixu was shocked.

What else could be stuffed in? He did not even know how to use these things, yet Wen Tingshu kept putting them in.

“Shifu cannot accompany you, so bring more things to protect yourself.”

Meng Baixu regretted saying that. He hurriedly tied the qiankun pouch shut and hung it back on his waist.

“It can’t be filled. I still have to leave space for the dry food Shizun makes.”

Wen Tingshu said, “Mn?”

Meng Baixu puffed up his cheeks. “I’m going out for so long. Is Shizun not going to make me some steamed buns, flower rolls, red bean buns, fried dough twists, and things like that to eat on the road?”

Wen Tingshu said, “Don’t you only like eating freshly made food? Bring more money and buy food outside.”

Meng Baixu said, “I’m already not used to eating outside food anymore. Shizun has to make me three months’ worth of steamed buns.”

Just eating one steamed bun a day would require ninety.

And also ninety flower rolls, ninety sesame naan, ninety flatbreads, ninety chive pies…

As Wen Tingshu listened, he fell silent, seeming to calculate whether he could prepare this much dry food within three days.

After Meng Baixu finished listing the menu, he asked softly, “Shizun, why aren’t you saying anything?”

Wen Tingshu put down the magic treasure his disciple did not care about. “I’ll have the dining hall send some flour.”

They could go out and start kneading dough now.

Taking advantage of Shizun being too busy to mind him, Meng Baixu secretly hid in the eastern palace and took out the gray inner core. He cut his finger open and squeezed a drop of blood onto it.

He stared with round eyes, not blinking at all.

Whoosh—

The gray-white inner core suddenly glowed red. There was not enough blood, so the light only lasted for a while before going out again.

Hiss!

Meng Baixu’s black-and-white eyes instantly filled with light.

He was pregnant!

He had Wen Tingshu’s baby!

Plop—

The inner core fell from his fingers. The thing he had treated like a treasure and hidden carefully just moments ago was kicked away by Meng Baixu.

With smiling eyes and brows, Meng Baixu ran to the kitchen opposite. Seeing Shizun kneading dough, he pulled a lock of his hair and tugged it, reminding Shizun to notice him.

“Shizun.”

“You’re too amazing!”

Wen Tingshu only thought his disciple was praising his cooking skills and modestly replied, “Mn.”

Meng Baixu restrained his joy and stared at Shizun making steamed buns.

Such white dough, such long fingers—

No, no. Now he was two people. The little cub also needed a portion. It had to be doubled. This sect leader’s portion would not be shared with anyone else.

“Shizun, I want one hundred and eighty steamed buns.”

Wen Tingshu: “…”

There was not enough flour again.