Chapter 109: Stare At Whom, And She Gets Pregnant
Wu Fei successfully urged the troop on the road, waving his sleeve without taking away a single cloud.
The next morning, in the newly set up porridge distribution shed outside Suling County city, four people wearing veils gazed at the dust rising on the official road, looking at each other in dismay.
In their eyes, they had just dragged out precious grain to set up the layout, and the “target” just left like this. Wasn’t this playing them? However, the grain was already transported to the porridge shed, and the refugees along the way were staring eagerly at the big pot, gathering in front of the shed. They had originally tried to use the porridge distribution to create chaos, but if they dragged the grain back, it would become playing with fire and burning themselves.
These four local hall masters of the Nightmare Moon Cult were extremely unwilling. However, just as one hall master was discussing whether to continue the action, a butterfly appeared. The four people’s gazes were terrified, holding their breath. They hurriedly took out ceramic bottles from their bosoms, afraid of being one step slow.
The butterfly landed in the ceramic bottle, its slender abdomen beginning to spit out pearl-like insect eggs. — If there was no such ceramic bottle, these eggs would be laid on people. These Nightmare Moon Cult members had seen this butterfly laying eggs on some unlucky person.
The moment the eggs touched a person, they were like an illusion; the victim would feel no sensation of cold, heat, softness, or hardness, fall asleep, gradually turn into an illusion in the dream, and upon a single touch, the entire person would disintegrate, after which such a butterfly would fly out from it.
After a few minutes, the butterfly gracefully departed. The four people carefully covered the ceramic bottles and put them away. Although protected by the ceramic bottles, the four still had a dream, in which they all heard the command.
One of them slowly said: It was the lyrics of “Butterfly Lovers.”
The others nodded. One with good lightness skill took the ceramic bottle and chased after Wu Fei’s troop.
Yes, carrying the butterfly eggs, going to chase the “flower.”
…Moths flying into fire, while certain bugs fly into electric arc welding…
The troop left Suling County. Wu Fei confirmed they were getting farther from the uncomfortable chaotic area behind, gradually returning to a relaxed state.
Fleeing until the morning, horses and people relaxed. The coachman’s whip became gentle, like swatting flies off the horse’s butt. On the carriage, many people were also lying down, swaying with the cart and horses.
During that time in Suling County, Wu Fei clearly felt that someone seemed to be targeting him. This feeling of being targeted was like sensing on the battlefield through killing intent the stone projectiles and arrow rain flying straight at him.
Wu Fei’s personal understanding of this was: The physics rules here are very special. When someone subjectively targets you, subjective phenomena interfere with reality and affect you. But the way it affects you is complex; it won’t abruptly drop disaster on your head. Instead, it produces all kinds of omens. His keen perception can detect these crisis omens, and then follow the feeling to avoid them in advance.
Of course, Wu Fei knew this was just his personal view. As for whether it was correct, he wasn’t counting on the system.
So Wu Fei found Gongshu Wang and had him use his magical conch—no, magical compass—to verify for him if it was correct.
After understanding the situation Wu Fei described, Gongshu Wang took a deep breath and said to Wu Fei, “Your this magic should be ‘foreshadowing’.”
The sixty-first technique among the seventy-two magics, foreshadowing: When something is about to happen, there is a portent.
After communicating with Gongshu Wang, Wu Fei roughly understood: After entering the Dao, he became increasingly sensitive to the qi of heaven and earth, very sensitive to the qi of the environment and human hearts. After stopping in Suling County while traveling, the qi suddenly changed. Hence, this was a precognitive omen, namely “foreshadowing”.
Wu Fei suddenly realized: The military strategist school also has similar situations, namely observing the momentum of a large army to know if the military camp can withstand a battle. “Battle intent surging” or “morale unstable” are all omens that can be seen.
Gongshu Wang used his compass and judged that Wu Fei would have a minor disaster next. Wu Fei laughed it off. He secretly cursed in his heart: “Feudal superstition!”
Then he summoned the system, Xuan Chong: “System, this is feudal superstition, right?”
System: “This is local folklore.”
…The sun continued to climb one foot higher…
The fatigue of traveling surged up. Wu Fei leaned against the horse cart, swaying with the cart’s movement, falling into a dazed sleep. Just as Wu Fei fell asleep, five hundred meters outside the cart, a flock of butterflies fluttered in.
First, two or three butterflies landed on a few people in the troop, then scattered into foam. These coachmen and stewards were slightly dazed, felt nothing, and continued busying themselves.
At this time, the butterfly flock outside had learned the information and flew toward the carriage where Wu Fei was. Wu Fei was taking a nap at the moment.
…Breathing steady, no snoring…
Inside the carriage, butterflies glowing with fluorescence circled around Wu Fei one by one, but seemed to hesitate, because Wu Fei’s breathing carried a special qi that made this butterfly feel blocked.
As an organic life form on the human level and a Vermilion Bird existence on the nuclear life level, Wu Fei was now very hard to invade by evil charms.
Moreover, if it really came to invasion, it wouldn’t be this little flying insect’s turn. Vermilion Bird in the sky, Phoenix on the ground, as the king of a hundred birds, it counters insects by nature.
If not for the system mobilizing power during Wu Fei’s practice of Body Fixing Technique to forcibly suppress any manifestation of the “Vermilion Bird” bloodline before the current human age of a hundred, insects entering the tent would arouse Wu Fei’s predatory desire for these spirit insects.
In the system’s sports system, the development of the human organic life state is the main curriculum. Although in this plane the Vermilion Bird is a higher-level life form, all nuclear-level life activities are controlled and not allowed to affect the student’s normal development.
The system’s effective control of the Vermilion Bird bloodline does not mean other supernatural powers can exploit loopholes.
While Wu Fei was sleeping, these butterflies, urged by their master behind the scenes, still foolishly circled around, trying to find an opportunity.
Three shichen later, over eighty butterflies gathered, forming an formation and pouncing toward Wu Fei. The butterflies were like a vortex storm, wings changing colors like a kaleidoscope, seeming able to suck everything in.
However, fire qi condensed on Wu Fei’s body, and a fiery red Vermilion Bird appeared in the carriage. With a snap, its wings flapped lightly, and all the alien butterflies became fragrant and fell around Wu Fei.
The fiery red fire qi jumped down from Wu Fei’s shoulder, hopping joyfully to the insects’ side. The butterflies with their wings burned off still tried to crawl away but were pecked into the beak and eaten. Within the time of a cup of tea, all butterflies were eaten clean. The little sparrow formed by the red fire qi merged into Wu Fei’s body, forming a red mark on his forehead.
…Sleeping sparrow has bugs to eat…
Wu Fei had a dream. At first, there seemed to be a beautiful immortal lady, but before he could feel anything, it flashed away, as if some antivirus software warned him not to have spring dreams.
Right, over these ten years, Wu Fei had been “great elixir” without leakage. Things that should be lost in dreams were replaced by “various real-time strategy game scenes” at the slightest sign of “spring thoughts” in dreams.
And now too, in his dream, he controlled a massive troop, which was attacked by butterfly-shaped biological weapons. As the troop was destroyed by the biological weapons and retreated steadily, Wu Fei got angry. He pulled up the code and input “whosyourdaddy”.
After inputting the code, as the commander, he began to grow larger, turning into Ultraman. Wu Fei laughed maniacally, facing these biological weapons, stomping down to create a huge pit. Strong suction burst from the pit, sucking the butterflies in.
Just like that, one stomp after another, Wu Fei bounced in the dream, watching the butterflies underfoot sucked into the vortices created by his stomps, wings flapping in struggle. Quite amusing.
…Bouncing bugs eaten by sparrow…
Divine Capital, Miss Li was taking a nap. Her sleeping posture on the couch was extremely beautiful; usually when she entered dreams, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, very sweet.
However now, sweat beads appeared on her fair forehead, and her scallion-root fingers unconsciously gripped the bed sheet.
In the dream, she found herself fleeing in panic in a vast marsh with flashing thunder. In the sky, some super huge existence seemed to constantly trample the earth.
Running and running, she found herself in a huge footprint. Before she could curiously wonder whose footprint it was, she was pulled by the suction of the pit and fell in, and every time she tried to climb out, she failed.
On the ninety-ninth fall back into the pit, she felt a force from the footprint seep into her abdomen.
At this moment, she suddenly woke up startled. After sitting up, her smooth back was completely soaked, revealing her graceful figure. She struggled to prop herself up, as if she had just gone through intense exercise.
After being dazed for a second, she suddenly noticed something, covered her belly, and her face turned pale.
Although she had not lost her virginity, a pregnancy qi appeared in her belly.
…Fortieth century advanced reproduction method…
On the other side, Wu Fei who was stepping on butterflies in the dream got tired of stomping, then fell into dazed sleep. When he woke up, he also saw the system popup prompt.
Wu Fei: “What, do I have a son again?” — His tone carried disbelief.
System: During your sleep, a certain existence tried to launch a biochemical attack on you. Due to your body’s immune system counterattack, some immune cells followed the signal in counterattack, have already taken root in the invading target’s body, completing the strategic objective of impregnating it.
Wu Fei: “Don’t make it so fantastical. I understand every word, but what the hell is it when put together?”
System: “Material information transmission in this world can interact in ‘space fold-jump’ style. Hence, some things, like inputting genetic information, don’t require physical contact—just a glare suffices.”
Wu Fei: “You mean, I have the ability to impregnate whoever I glare at?”
System: “Your immune system’s function now is: If people don’t offend me, I won’t offend them; if people offend me, I will get even.”
Wu Fei: “That one who just offended me, was it female?”
System: “Yes. If the offender was male, the ‘Holy Root Source’ system would create an umbilical system to turn it into your son. Precisely because the other party has reproductive function, it prioritizes reproduction.”
Wu Fei was silent for a while: “Um, next time, can you let me enjoy the process?”
System: “Reproduction doesn’t require indulgence. Indulgence isn’t forbidden, but you are currently underage and practicing body balance control.”
At this point, Wu Fei frowned and nodded helplessly. — Currently, Body Fixing Technique felt very good to him.
Moreover, he wasn’t an ignorant little boy and deeply knew that behind “romance” often lay “obligations.”
In his previous life, although he wanted to marry, considering betrothal gifts of 300,000 plus handing over all wages, he thought it better to stay single. When desire arose, it wasn’t like wuxia novels where not touching the opposite sex after aphrodisiac would cause body explosion and death.
And now Wu Fei was obsessed with Body Fixing Technique. Every time his mind wandered, his heart rate and other perception precision would fluctuate. These metrics took over ten hours to adjust back, and some physiological data took a week to recover.
In the 21st century, holed up in a small room, post-indulgence sage mode had no sense of self-loss. But in this vast heaven and earth, many perceptions would lack calibration and become unstable.
For example, when riding a peacock in flight, body movements need slight adjustments with the airflow, and when the peacock dives, he must move accordingly to perfectly dodge excessive impact force.
Under the system’s guidance, the “health preservation concept” Wu Fei followed was from the system after the 24th century.
“Wine and sex” are great scourges for cultivators. Without metric prompts, people before the 24th century would indulge muddleheadedly.
Just like people before the 10th century had no concept of sugar intake, leading to those in power often having short lifespans.
Historical records: Cao Pi loved stone honey, that is, sucrose; Lushan in late period also had diabetes. After the 21st century had metrics, most people gained restraint in health preservation. For example, Xuan Chong in his previous life stopped eating sweets after age 16.
Similarly, in the 24th century, with more precise body metric data, meaningless “rushes” were also restrained for most people.
Right now, Wu Fei who had just tasted the sweetness of “soaring through heaven and earth” returned to the enjoyment of looking up at the sky, soon forgetting the woman who flashed by in the dream.
…Perspective to Divine Capital…
Six days later, inside Li family. Censor Jia Qia Yang of the Demon Suppressing Division came to the door, but not on official business; rather, passing love letters to the girl he admired across the wall.
Jia Qia Yang: “Miss, rest assured, I will marry none but you!”
He did not know that as he gazed at that apricot tree in the Li family courtyard, a purple light was already swirling deep in his pupils.
And in the courtyard behind the wall, Miss Li frowned, blue pupils filled with worry. The strand of energy that had “eggified” in her abdomen could not be removed no matter what, so she could only seal it.
Unwed and already pregnant—this was absolutely not allowed in a great family. Miss Li was very clear about her current situation. Her family branch was still under the main sect’s protection. Even if her family was still in Jiuyang Commandery, she would be expelled from the family and married to a commoner. Now, once discovered by the main sect, she would inevitably be cleaned up to ensure the family prestige had no blemish.
Therefore, she had no choice but to risk finding a cuckold hero, namely that fool outside the wall.
After the two chatted via WeChat across the wall for a good while—um, exchanging sweet nothings—the Jia Qia Yang whose mind was trapped by purple thorns went back and started the cliché plot of “prince’s mansion young master charging for love.” Jia Qia Yang decided to go back and have a good talk with his father, Prince of Northern Tranquility.
And in the room, Miss Li opened a book and wrote something with blue pigment ink.
As the blue deepened on the book, suddenly, a three-eyed shadow appeared behind her.
Xian Daoren saw that this chess piece he had placed was calling him, then gazed at Miss Li’s belly.
Facing this young immortal, Miss Li’s face was obviously unnatural. For the simp Jia Qia Yang, she had no scruples, but for Xian Daoren, she wanted to explain.
Xian Daoren: “No need to say, I know your reasons.”
Miss Li, hearing this, had teary eyes, obviously very moved by this understanding.
Xian Daoren: “I cannot remove this egg either, but I can suppress it. You still follow your plan.”
Miss Li opened her mouth: “Immortal, I, actually I am willing with you—” (Words of double dwelling double flying not finished, pressed back by Xian Daoren)
Xian Daoren looked at the purple in this woman’s pupils, smiled and shook his head: “This is the tribulation you must pass in the mortal world. When your merit is complete, I will take you away myself.”
