Chapter Five Hundred Twelve, Production
A few days later.
On this day, the entire Demon Cultivators took a day off.
Zhe Sang Town was unusually quiet, with not a single soul to be seen in the streets or markets.
However, in front of the Sang residence, it was a cacophony of noise, crowded to the brim.
All the rooms in the Sang residence were brightly lit, with maids and servants bustling about in a frenzy.
Around the house, Shi Qingyan and Meng Qiyan led teams from the Demon Cultivators, Holy Kingdom, Sword Flower Palace, Floating Splendor Commerce, and the Demon Clan, all on high alert—so much that not even a fly could get in or out.
In the hall, Tang Yubbing and Long Huan were busy reassuring the parents of Zhang Xiaoying, while Si Jingzhu and Hua Jianglian hid in a room, eavesdropping attentively on the commotion next door.
Gu Yingmian and Huo Ningxue waited outside, and for once, both ladies had little desire to argue, simply waiting in silence.
Inside, Master Yu Xia assisted the midwife, while Yan Rouwan nervously held a basin of water nearby.
Young Master Sang paced back and forth at the door, causing dizziness for everyone watching.
“Alright already.”
Gu Yingmian couldn’t help but speak up: “Young Master Sang, take a breather. No matter how anxious you are, it won’t help.”
“You can’t assist Little Ying in having a baby.”
“I know…” Young Master Sang sighed, “But it’s my first time being a dad! I’ve never seen anything like this; what if something happens during delivery—”
Before he could finish, Huo Ningxue rushed over to cover his mouth.
“I may not know much.”
“But my mother always said that during such times, one must not have a jinxing mouth or the consequences will be dire.”
Young Master Sang could only sigh in resignation.
One must say, this was the most nervous he had ever felt in his two lifetimes.
Even facing Li Shanyan, or battling the four great Demon Clans alone, or confronting gods and demons in dreams,
None of those instances had ever felt as pressuring as this very moment.
That feeling of every nerve in his body being tense was incredibly uncomfortable.
“How much longer?”
“Just getting started. It’ll last at least until midnight.”
Young Master Sang anxiously glanced at the door, unable to stop pacing again.
Seeing him so restless, Gu Yingmian decided not to remind him again; he could pace all he wanted.
Outside the Sang residence, many eager faces awaited news.
Xu Yourong poked Li Shanyan’s shoulder and whispered, “National Master, I’ve never given birth either. Do you really need such an elaborate setup for a baby?”
“Heh, you don’t even think about whose kid it is.”
Li Shanyan replied impatiently, “What do we have in common with Young Master Sang’s kid? Just stick to being our own cattle and horses, that’s all.”
Seeing Li Shanyan’s sour face, Xu Yourong couldn’t help but ask:
“What’s wrong, National Master? You seem a bit down.”
Li Shanyan’s mouth twitched.
“This kid will eventually replace Young Master Sang and become my new heartless employer who will exploit me.”
“She might increase the workload, extend the hours, decrease the pay, and cancel all vacations…”
“Do you think I can be happy just thinking about that?”
Xu Yourong suddenly looked tense. “Hey, hey, don’t go thinking about throwing yourself into despair or anything because of that.”
“There are four great masters inside, plus Grand Eunuch Qin and the Dragon Lord outside, watching like hawks. If you want to die, don’t take me with you!”
“Of course!” Li Shanyan snapped, “I’m not stupid.”
“I just don’t want to do extra work; I don’t want to die.”
“With this time, I’d rather think about how to build a good relationship with my future boss and think about what kind of gift could make the baby happy.”
“Who knows, in the future, they might reminisce and give us an extra day or two off each month?”
The two exchanged glances and sighed simultaneously.
“Sigh. You’d think we’re both strong experts. How did we end up so downtrodden?”
“You’re asking me? Why not ask that Young Master Sang?”
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Next door in the delivery room.
Hua Jianglian and Si Jingzhu held their breath in tension, pressing their ears against the wall to listen intently.
“Hey, did Little Ying just cry out?”
“Is it starting? Is she about to give birth?”
“When does childbirth even begin?”
“You’re asking me? I’ve never given birth!”
As they spoke, a clear cry of pain echoed from next door.
It wasn’t just them that heard it; Young Master Sang, Gu Yingmian, and Huo Ningxue all caught it too.
Young Master Sang immediately pressed against the door, anxiously asking, “What’s happening? Little Ying! Are you alright?”
But the moment the door opened, Yan Rouwan kicked Young Master Sang to the side without a word and slammed the door shut.
She only left behind one sentence:
“Shut up.”
Young Master Sang clumsily picked himself up from the ground and eagerly leaned against the door, pacing back and forth again after a moment.
His anxiousness made Gu Yingmian chuckle, and Huo Ningxue could not help but whisper with a smile:
“Your Majesty… if in the future I also bear your child, will you be as worried about me?”
“Of course.” Young Master Sang sighed. “Let’s not discuss troublesome topics right now.”
“Don’t worry, Young Master Sang.”
Gu Yingmian reassured him gently: “A mother is strong. Little Ying is already a resilient person; giving birth shouldn’t be too dangerous.”
No sooner had she spoken than a sudden cry rang out from inside.
“Lady!”
That single word caused everyone who heard it to clutch their hearts in alarm.
Young Master Sang pressed against the door again, activating his mask mode to peer inside. Gu Yingmian frowned, using her spirit sense to scan the room.
Inside, the midwife was sweating profusely, looking quite anxious.
“Lady, please, relax a bit.”
“Let me think about what we should do in such a situation…”
Beside her, Master Yu Xia and Yan Rouwan were equally tense, staring anxiously at Zhang Xiaoying, whose lips were devoid of color and face pale.
Young Master Sang narrowed his eyes as he peered through his mask, looking at the situation in Zhang Xiaoying’s belly; his pupils contracted.
…Something was not right with the fetus.
Originally, everything had seemed normal when the fetus was still inside, confirmed to be healthy and robust with checks from Young Master Sang, Gu Yingmian, Master Yu Xia, and the rest.
However, during delivery, as the cervix opened just an inch,
The fetus suddenly began to grow at a visible rate.
In Young Master Sang’s view, the curled-up fetus, still attached by the umbilical cord, suddenly exhibited an immense gravitational pull the moment it touched the air.
All the surrounding spiritual energy rushed toward her, causing her body to grow a little more.
But just that slight growth made Zhang Xiaoying cry out in pain.
“Ugh!”
“Little Ying!”
Young Master Sang’s resolve hardened, and he was about to push the door in.
But before his hand could reach the doorknob, both Gu Yingmian and Huo Ningxue pressed their hands down on his.
Gu Yingmian and Huo Ningxue, one on each side, stared at him and shook their heads.
“Don’t go in.”
“Trust Little Ying. You just need to wait here quietly for the result.”
“But…” Young Master Sang looked anxious. Gu Yingmian still gently comforted him, “I know you’re desperate. But being anxious won’t help Little Ying.”
“I can sense it too; the fetus is currently absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy wildly, and its form is slowly growing.”
“This situation has indeed never been heard of before. But it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a bad thing.”
“Perhaps, this child will be more extraordinary than we anticipated.”
Young Master Sang was still uneasy: “But if it keeps growing like this, how will the child come out? Will Little Ying be in danger?”
Gu Yingmian paused for a moment and said quietly, “We have no experience in such matters. We can only trust the midwife and Little Ying.”
Huo Ningxue chimed in, “I’ve already instructed Imperial Doctors to stand by outside; I’ll go inquire about it now.”
Once Huo Ningxue left, Young Master Sang leaned against the wall in a bit of despair.
“Is there nothing a father can do during childbirth?”
Gu Yingmian gently hugged Young Master Sang’s head, comforting him as she said, “That’s why.”
“A woman who is willing to have a child with you, Little Ying is truly remarkable and deserving of respect.”
“That is the essence of being a mother.”
Young Master Sang bitterly bit his lip.
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Two hours later.
The midwife finally emerged from the room, looking anxious as she discussed with the doctors from the Holy Kingdom.
Young Master Sang couldn’t understand their professional jargon, feeling impatient and scratching his head.
But he could vaguely tell that the situation wasn’t good.
With his vision activated, he also observed that the appearance of the fetus was anything but normal. It was already as large as a nearly full moon before being born.
Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaoying was increasingly exhausted and weak, suffering mentally and physically on the bed.
Master Yu Xia and Yan Rouwan exchanged worried glances, wanting to alleviate her suffering but powerless to help.
Gu Yingmian silently stayed vigil outside.
At that moment, Long Huan hastily rushed into the hall, handing a communication device to the midwife and the doctors.
Young Master Sang peered over, only to unexpectedly see a familiar Sad Frog outfit.
…Bai Ming?
What is she calling for?
Now that everyone was present, why was she the only one missing?
He didn’t know what Bai Ming had said to the midwife, but they exchanged baffled looks before the midwife finally asked:
“Can this… work?”
“If it doesn’t work, we still have to try.”
Bai Ming’s voice sounded a bit weak but incredibly resolute: “I’m telling you, just do it.”
The midwife nodded and entered the room again with the communication device.
Young Master Sang activated his vision once more, intently watching the inside.
Then he saw the midwife pull out a small, sharp knife.
At that moment, Young Master Sang finally understood what Bai Ming intended to do.
……
“C-section?”
“Is that even possible? Cutting open someone’s stomach is no small matter! I’ve never done anything like this…”
“Don’t worry.” Bai Ming said earnestly: “I know what to do.”
“Just follow my instructions; prepare hot water and strong liquor for sterilization, and a small knife with a smooth blade…”
“And then, hand over the call to Yan Rouwan.”
Yan Rouwan, taking the phone in a panic, heard Bai Ming’s voice: “Your sword technique needs to come into play now.”
“Ah?”
“Listen to me, slowly cut here…”
