Transmigrated into a Fetus

"Jiang Clan, within five days, abort the child in your womb."

"Your cultivation is too low, and the Jiang Clan bloodline foundation is too weak. You simply cannot nurture a child with strong innate foundations."

"If the innate foundation is weak, the child is destined to be mediocre."

"The Zhennan Marquis Estate has no need for a mediocre descendant!"

In his dazed state, Zhao Ping'an heard a woman's voice that permitted no defiance. For no reason, his heart palpitated, as though catastrophe were imminent.

He tried to open his eyes, only to discover that he had no strength to lift his eyelids. He tried moving his limbs again, but found that none of them touched the ground. He was actually floating in liquid.

Yet strangely, he felt no suffocation at all.

"What kind of strange dream is this? I must have been too sleepy while doing homework and accidentally fallen asleep with my head on the desk."

Then, inspiration struck him, and he suddenly understood: he had transmigrated and been reborn, becoming a fetus still inside his mother's womb.

The next moment, an image emerged in his mind.

Within a cold-toned hall stood furnishings of flood dragon heads, White Tiger pelts, blood-forged armor, long spears, and divine bows.

A breathtakingly beautiful young woman with a slightly swollen belly and a frail temperament stood in the middle of the hall beside a handsome, resolute young man in battle armor. Across from them, an elderly couple dressed in noble marquis robes sat in the seats of honor.

The elderly woman among them was rolling a string of prayer beads with her left hand. Each bead radiated hazy Buddha Light.

With a thump, the stunning young woman fell to her knees. She looked even more fragile as she wept and begged, "Father, Mother, please show mercy. This is Yingpeng's and my first child. I will nurture the pregnancy properly, eat more supplements, and make sure the child is born with innate gifts no worse than anyone else's."

"She should be my mother..." Zhao Ping'an thought to himself, but in the next instant, he could no longer remain calm.

"Wait, I'm about to be aborted?"

"I'm about to start cursing. Even unlucky people only die before achieving their ambitions—why is it that for me, I haven't even opened my eyes before the fetus is aborted?"

"This can't be happening!"

"System! Panel! Get out here and save me!!!"

Zhao Ping'an fought frantically for survival.

Faced with the beautiful young woman's pleading, the elderly woman remained completely unmoved. Her fingers kept rolling the prayer beads as every word cut like a blade. "Every member of my Zhennan Marquis Estate is a dragon among men, swallowing mountains and rivers like tigers. For twelve hundred years, we have guarded the Southern Border on Emperor Qian's behalf and protected the people from the slaughter of demons and monsters. How can a weak descendant of the Zhennan Marquis Estate guard the Southern Border?"

"Even if you give birth to him, once he goes to the battlefield in the future, he will inevitably be buried in the bellies of demons and Foreign Races. Then the white-haired will send off the black-haired."

"A long pain is worse than a short pain. You should still abort it."

"If you truly want a child, then cultivate diligently and become a Third Realm Cultivator as soon as possible. Only then will you have the ability to bear and nurture the powerful bloodline of my Zhennan Marquis Estate."

Seeing that the elderly woman's heart was made of stone and iron, the beautiful young woman turned and clutched the armored young man's leg, crying miserably as she begged, "Husband, Husband, sob... this is our child, sob... our first child..."

The armored young man turned his face away. His resolute face tilted slightly upward toward the sky, revealing a trace of guilt, yet he steadfastly refused to answer his wife's cries.

He had agreed to this matter, which was why he had hurried back from the front lines.

As a descendant of the Zhennan Marquis Estate, weakness was a crime. A child born with weak innate foundations was guilty from birth.

"Damn it, even Dad is this hard-hearted!" Inside the beautiful young woman's belly, Zhao Ping'an grew even more furious. "Once I'm born, I'll beat your head full of lumps until you cry and repent!"

"System, panel, whatever brought me through transmigration, get out here now! If you don't come out, it'll be GAME-OVER!"

After countless calls and pleas, a translucent blue panel finally appeared in Zhao Ping'an's mind.

Name: Zhao Ping'an

Age: Three-month-old fetus

Cultivation: None

Bloodline: Wind Spirit Physique 44%, Divine River Physique 28%, Mortal Body 17%, Sixth Gui Physique 8%, ... Ancient Sacred Body 0.001%

Divine Abilities: None

Cultivation Methods: None

Spells: None

Martial Skills: None

Bloodline Potential Points: 10 (Automatically gains 10 points daily. Can also be obtained by drawing from the maternal body. Ends after birth.)

Proficiency: (Automatically gains points daily.)

Seeing that the panel had finally appeared, Zhao Ping'an was at last able to calm down.

He swiftly examined his bloodline situation.

Wind Spirit Physique: Easily gain insight into wind. Cultivating the wind path yields twice the result with half the effort, and the power of wind-element combat skills is additionally increased threefold.

Divine River Physique: Vitality, divine power, and True Essence flow on endlessly like a river, vast and unceasing, almost never stopping; damage taken is reduced threefold, and most special damage can be negated.

Ancient Sacred Body: The most perfect and strongest Human Race battle body of the Ancient Barrens era. It possesses Immunity to All Evil, suppresses phenomena, is invincible among equals, has an invincible physical body... along with countless other advantages. Once the Sacred Body reaches great completion, it can stand shoulder to shoulder with a Great Emperor and suppress the heavens.

After rapidly reviewing the many bloodlines, Zhao Ping'an's gaze finally settled on the Ancient Sacred Body Bloodline.

Although the Ancient Sacred Body Bloodline had the smallest proportion, it was the strongest—unbeatably strong.

Since he could choose, of course he would choose the strongest.

Thus, he poured all 10 Bloodline Potential Points into the Ancient Sacred Body Bloodline.

In an instant, an ancient, desolate image that shook his soul appeared in his mind.

A towering, powerful man stood atop a Hundred Zhang high platform flowing with blood, his head supporting a boundless, ancient sky. Before the high platform, countless people knelt in worship: ordinary civilians, powerful cultivators, immortals, Buddhas, and more. Behind the high platform lay mountains of corpses and seas of blood—dead vicious beasts, demons, evil spirits, divine beasts, flood dragons, and more. Farther away, countless demons, ghosts, monsters, vicious beasts, and Foreign Races packed the horizon. They huddled far away, trembling with fear.

Zhao Ping'an was utterly shaken as he stared blankly at the towering man. The towering man seemed to sense his gaze and slowly turned his head, casting a look toward him.

Boom—

The image shattered. Zhao Ping'an came back to himself and felt a qualitative leap in his body. He had more strength, a clearer mind, and sharper perception of the outside world.

Looking carefully at the panel again, he saw that the Ancient Sacred Body Bloodline proportion had risen to One Ten-Thousandth.

Thump! Thump! Thump...

The fetal heartbeat strengthened, and Jiang Shuyue clearly felt the existence of the child in her belly.

"Husband, I beg you, sob..." She pleaded with her husband even more desperately. "Sob, don't abort our child..."

The Zhennan Marquis Dowager slapped the table angrily and rebuked her, "Jiang Clan, my Zhennan Marquis Estate is iron-blooded and unyielding. How can we allow you to weep and whine here, putting on the airs of a petty young woman and ruining the family's dignity?!"

Jiang Shuyue was so frightened that she hurriedly stopped crying, but tears still streamed endlessly from her beautiful eyes as she looked pleadingly at her husband.

Zhao Yingpeng finally turned back. He bent down to help Jiang Shuyue's frail body up, then said solemnly, "Yue'er, have you considered this? If the child is weak from birth and inferior to others all his life, he himself will suffer terribly. He will spend his entire life depressed and unhappy, and may even resent us for giving birth to him..."

"Bullshit!" Hearing Zhao Yingpeng's crooked logic, Zhao Ping'an could not help cursing. "You'll strangle me before I'm even born—I won't let you go even after I become a ghost!"

Unfortunately, no one heard him.

"So, we should still abort the fetus," Zhao Yingpeng said, his attitude firm and beyond defiance.

Jiang Shuyue's entire body turned cold. She had thought the Zhennan Marquis Dowager was forcing the abortion, but she had never expected that her husband—the child's father—would demand it as well.

She broke free from Zhao Yingpeng's hands, retreated two or three steps, and tried hard to steady herself.

"Yue'er, don't blame me for being cruel. It is all for everyone's good," Zhao Yingpeng persuaded her. "Once you become a Third Realm Cultivator, we can have children again. Many, many children."

Jiang Shuyue stopped crying and turned toward the elderly Zhennan Marquis couple. Sorrowfully, she said, "Father, Mother, your daughter-in-law is willing to abort the fetus, but I beg you to grant me a few more days."

The Zhennan Marquis Dowager stopped rolling her prayer beads, took out a bottle of Abortion Pills, and handed it over. Showing mercy, she said, "I'll give you ten days."

Just moments ago, she had only given her five days.

Jiang Shuyue stepped forward and accepted the Abortion Pills with her frail, obedient hands.

"Seeing" that his mother was outnumbered and unable to withstand the pressure, ultimately agreeing to abort him, Zhao Ping'an was both angry and amused.

The Ancient Sacred Body was going to be aborted before it was even born.

A wave of drowsiness swept over him, and he fell asleep helplessly.

After all, a fetus was too weak to support his consciousness for long.

When Zhao Ping'an woke again, it was already the next day.

He immediately sensed his body roughly. There was no discomfort for the moment; the Abortion Pill had probably not yet been taken.

He then opened the panel to check and discovered that he had 11 Bloodline Potential Points.

"The extra 1 Point must have come from automatically drawing nutrients from my mother's body while I slept," Zhao Ping'an guessed.

"Whether I get aborted or not, I should first do what I can for myself."

Thus, he added all his Bloodline Potential Points to the Ancient Sacred Body Bloodline.

An ancient and desolate image appeared in Zhao Ping'an's mind once more.

That towering man was fighting an Eight-Forked Serpent in a bloody battle. The Eight-Forked Serpent was more than ten li long, and its coiled body formed an entire mountain. Its eight enormous, terrifying heads spewed flames, frost, venom, and more.

Before the Eight-Forked Serpent, the man was as tiny as dust. Surrounded by the eight enormous snake heads, he could only dodge desperately. He could not harm the Eight-Forked Serpent at all, nor could he even get close.

Just as the towering man was about to be defeated and die beneath the Eight-Forked Serpent's wide-range attacks, he seemed to comprehend something. With a shake of his body, he rapidly grew larger, becoming a giant with feet planted upon the earth and head braced against the sky—larger even than the Eight-Forked Serpent.

After transforming into a giant, the towering man used brute force alone to easily tear off the Eight-Forked Serpent's eight heads one by one. Then he grew larger again, raised his leg, and stomped the Eight-Forked Serpent's corpse into minced flesh.

Zhao Ping'an was so stunned that he gaped in shock.

At that moment, the towering man slowly turned his head and cast a look toward him.

Boom—

The image shattered. Zhao Ping'an came back to himself, feeling as though he had learned something.

He quickly opened the panel to inspect it.

Name: Zhao Ping'an

Age: Three-month-old fetus

Cultivation: None

Bloodline: Wind Spirit Physique 44%, Divine River Physique 28%, Mortal Body 17%, Sixth Gui Physique 8%, ... Ancient Sacred Body 0.02%

Cultivation Methods: None

Divine Abilities: Sacred Body: Law, Heaven, and Earth (0/ten million)

Sacred Body: Law, Heaven, and Earth: The First Generation Ancient Sacred Body created Law, Heaven, and Earth, allowing the Human Race to possess physical bodies stronger than the Ten Thousand Races. All other Law, Heaven, and Earth techniques are castrated, weakened versions. Strength and defense increase exponentially by Ten Times according to the extent of the caster's increase in size. Doubling one's size increases strength and defense tenfold; increasing one's size tenfold increases strength and defense a thousandfold; and so on.

Spells: None

Martial Skills: None

Bloodline Potential Points: 0 (Automatically gains 10 points daily. Can also be obtained by drawing from the maternal body.)

Proficiency: (Automatically gains points daily.)

Seeing the divine ability—Sacred Body: Law, Heaven, and Earth—appear on the panel, Zhao Ping'an was overjoyed. The Ancient Sacred Body could actually inherit peerless divine abilities through its bloodline.

At the same time, Jiang Shuyue immediately sensed the fetal heartbeat strengthen as well.

Thump! Thump! Thump...

With every fetal heartbeat, she could even vaguely sense the fetus continuously drawing in nutrients. She believed that the fetus had somehow sensed the danger in the dark and was desperately struggling to survive.

She lowered her head and stroked the fetus with her delicate hand. Gently yet resolutely, she said, "Child, you have suffered. Mother will definitely give birth to you."

Hearing Jiang Shuyue's words, Zhao Ping'an suddenly understood.

So Mother had only pretended to submit first, intending to find another way to save him afterward.

Would she flee back to her parents' home and secretly give birth to him?