The Child-rearing Guide Discovered by the Female Lead

Scripture Depository.

As the name suggests, it's a place for collecting cultivation techniques and secret manuals.

This world appears to be the Cultivation World, but it actually has its own lower realms.

Several of these lower realms are modern societies.

Therefore, there are also relatively less fantastical child-rearing manuals.

Latest measured weight—thirty-seven kilograms, not a hint that I'm already carrying a little one.

I take small, leisurely, rhythmic steps, my soft, pinkish-white fur very conspicuous, as I search for my target on the first floor of the Scripture Depository.

Suddenly, my eyes light up, and I stop at the very bottom of a row of bookshelves.

On the fourth shelf, there's a book I need.

I tiptoe and reach up, but I'm still a little short.

Just as I'm about to go get a small stool, a gentle voice suddenly comes from above, "Is it this one?"

A slender, jade-like hand is reaching for a book.

I freeze for a second and nod, "Yes, thank you."

Ye Qingxian stares at the cover of the book.

[Child-rearing Guide.]

The Junior Sister, who has always had a low presence, is like a nobody in the sect.

She also only recently noticed that she had a younger Junior Sister.

At that moment, she felt a bit more inclined to take care of me.

She shoves the book into my arms and looks at my slightly dazed, cute eyes.

What dazed and cute, I'm stunned, alright.

What's the difference between this and playing on my phone in class and getting caught by the teacher?

"Your primary task now is cultivation, you can't associate with disreputable people."

"How old are you, and you're already thinking about having children?"

Ye Qingxian says earnestly.

At eighteen or nineteen years old, in a Cultivation World where people live for hundreds of years, she's indeed no different from a little girl who hasn't grown up.

I grip the child-rearing guide in my arms, which is already quite large compared to my small hands. My mouth is slightly agape in shock, and my jumbled thoughts are all about keeping my little secret from the female lead. I blurt out nonsense, "He has a Ghost Fire Flying Sword, it's so cool, and he said he'd take me to see a meteor shower." In short, I can't get involved with the female lead.

My clear and crisp voice, I start to spout pure fabrication, my tone still carrying a hint of lingering softness.

Combined with my adoring gaze, the female lead, Ye Qingxian's, expression cracks for a second.

Ghost Fire Flying Sword?

What kind of low-class toy is that?

Only some young girls who haven't grown up would be fooled.

"Interesting," Ye Qingxian says, her red lips parting slightly.

"I've heard there's a group of people who are passionate about deceiving ignorant girls, and they've set their sights on my Heavenly Sword Peak's Direct Disciple."

She places a hand on my shoulder, and I can't help but instinctively tremble. "Your senior sister has also long admired this handsome guy you speak of. Remember to introduce me next time."

The female lead has been gone for a long time, and I'm still standing here, acting like a turtle hiding in its shell.

I have a little notebook specifically for keeping grudges.

But how can I record this kind of behavior from the female lead?

Ye Qingxian has left.

She thought that with her warning, her Junior Sister wouldn't stray and do something scandalous like getting pregnant before marriage.

Because.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter what she said to anyone, no one had ever not listened to her.

A week flashes by, and Heavenly Sword Peak is thriving.

Only I remain silent in my cave dwelling.

I stare at the system panel, the notification that I've been pregnant for a week.

I take out the child-rearing guide that I've already flipped through countless times.

It's over, it's over.

I originally wanted to hide it from the female lead and secretly have one or two.

Who knew—

The first one was conceived, and I was caught red-handed.

If she keeps paying attention to me, and suddenly discovers I'm already pregnant...

She wouldn't think I'm scandalous and kick me and my baby off Heavenly Sword Peak, would she?

Probably not, probably not.

I'm a Direct Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Venerable, I've made offerings to the ancestors, burned incense, and left my name.

Even if she's the protagonist, she can't kick me out.

I gritted my teeth and made up my mind.

It seems that if I meet the protagonist again, I'll have to keep talking nonsense.

Whether the father is some ghost fire brat or some random guy from the street, it doesn't matter. As long as it belongs to everyone in the world, it just can't belong to the protagonist.

As long as I don't lead the protagonist astray and make her think about herself.

This world is still too conventional.

As the protagonist, Ye Qingxian, she probably never imagined that there would be a rebellious Ye Xiaoyao in this world who would directly target her, a woman, for her own gain.

I, Ye Xiaoyao, swear I never take the beaten path.

On a bright, sunny afternoon.

I was sitting on a swing I'd built myself, leisurely basking in the sun.

It's called "nurturing the fetus."

The baby inside me is my future hope.

I have to treat it like a little ancestor.

Cultivation was too difficult before my talent improved.

I had already given up, and coupled with the frequent need to farm for spirit stones to avoid starving to death in my cave dwelling, I had even less time for cultivation.

I don't really like the atmosphere of the sect.

Perhaps it's because cultivation is so difficult that I can't blend in or empathize with them.

I cultivated for several months, and my progress was equivalent to one day's worth of breathing exercises for others. I reached eighteen or nineteen years old and was still no different from an ordinary person. This was a first among the Direct Disciples.

Another reason...

I took out my black notebook, which was densely filled with countless names.

My expression turned a little gloomy.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Time flies when cultivating; in the blink of an eye, I was already three weeks pregnant.

I was wearing my favorite light blue dress. The gentle, light-colored tones made everyone's eyes light up. I no longer dressed like before, always wanting to be a villain and favoring dark colors mixed with red, and then I hopped out of my cave dwelling.

Time to go out fishing.

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