Sword Venerable Coaxes Someone

Besides practicing swordsmanship on Clear Snow Peak, Song Zhizhi also browsed through her master's collection of books in her spare time. Qingyu seemed to be more skilled in artifact refinement and formations, so most of her books concerned those two subjects.

Song Zhizhi only had a rudimentary understanding of artifact refinement and formations, but it was enough for now.

Hearing Song Zhizhi's words, the stall owner immediately dropped his honest-looking expression and narrowed his eyes at her. "You're an artifact cultivator?"

The vast majority of cultivators in the Sword Sect were sword cultivators, though there were a few exceptions, such as the medical cultivators of Medicine Peak and the artifact cultivators of Artifact Peak. The former specialized in pill refinement, while the latter specialized in artifact refinement. It was merely that their professional skills were not outstanding enough for them to be particularly famous in the Cultivation World.

"No, I'm a sword cultivator. Nine Middle-grade Spirit Stones for this rattle drum. Are you selling it or not?"

The pattern of the little golden-feathered bird on the drumhead was simply too adorable, especially those golden feathers, which looked so lifelike. Song Zhizhi wanted to buy the rattle drum and let the child play with it after it was born.

Never mind the child—even she liked it very much.

The stall owner gritted his teeth with an agonized expression. "Add a little more!"

Song Zhizhi thought for a moment. "I'll add one more spirit stone. Help me alter the sound attack formation on it into one that automatically plays music when it is shaken."

After all, it was a toy meant to amuse a child. Having an offensive formation on it was not very safe.

The stall owner: ...

Seeing that Song Zhizhi would not raise the price any further, the stall owner hesitated for a while before finally agreeing—however small a mosquito was, it was still meat!

Song Zhizhi's request was simple. The stall owner altered the formation on the spot. Song Zhizhi gave the rattle drum an experimental shake, activating the formation. At once, it produced a crisp, pleasant melody full of childish charm.

Song Zhizhi happily put away the rattle drum and paid up.

After leaving Hundred Treasures Market, with no one around, Liu Changfei lowered her head to glance at Song Zhizhi's stomach. She seemed to want to say something, yet held back. "You..."

Song Zhizhi stroked her stomach. She knew what Liu Changfei wanted to ask and smiled gently. "I've decided to give birth to this child."

Speaking of the child, Song Zhizhi recalled the question she had intended to consult Liu Changfei about. "Right, Feifei, a few days ago, I think I felt the child move. Is that normal? When female cultivators in our cultivation world become pregnant, roughly how many months do they carry the child?"

Liu Changfei pondered for a moment before answering, "Most female cultivators carry children for around a year. The exact duration depends on the child's talent—the higher the talent, the longer the pregnancy. Fetal movement after only one month is rare, but not unheard of. Here, hold out your hand. I'll carefully take your pulse and examine the fetus's condition."

Song Zhizhi held out her hand. Not long after Liu Changfei placed her fingers on her pulse, she could not help but frown.

Seeing Liu Changfei's expression, Song Zhizhi felt somewhat uneasy. "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the child?"

Liu Changfei shook her head. "There's nothing wrong with the child. It is very healthy and full of vitality. If all goes well, it should be born in about ten months. But you..." Liu Changfei paused. "Have you recently often felt exhausted and weak, lacking energy?"

Song Zhizhi thought about it and nodded. "I've been practicing swordsmanship for at least six hours every day lately. By the end of each day, I'm so tired I can't even lift my hands. Maybe I'm just too exhausted, so I always feel as though I haven't slept enough. Sometimes I get so sleepy halfway through cultivating that I fall asleep."

She looked at Liu Changfei's expression, and a suspicion surfaced in her heart. "Could it be that this isn't because sword practice has been too tiring?"

"That's not the reason," Liu Changfei said, shaking her head. "When we female cultivators are pregnant, we don't need to be as cautious as mortal women. Cultivating for seven or eight hours a day, fighting spells, and dueling with swords are all completely fine. As long as your stomach isn't injured, it won't affect the child."

"Once cultivators draw qi into their bodies, cultivation can replace sleep. No matter how tired we are, meditation is enough to restore us. Pregnancy is the same, except for one possibility."

Song Zhizhi pressed her lips together and asked, "What possibility?"

Liu Changfei's expression turned grave. "The child in your womb is exceptionally gifted, perhaps even more so than you. But a child's talent being too high is not necessarily a good thing for the mother."

Author's note:

A little angel guessed it right in the previous chapter—it was Song Miaomiao.

In around seven or eight more chapters, the male lead will learn that Zhizhi is pregnant. Don't be impatient, everyone~

Sword Venerable Coaxes Someone

"The more exceptional the child a female cultivator carries, the heavier the burden on the mother's body. From the moment this child began forming, it has needed a vast supply of spiritual power. Your cultivation is too low, and most of the spiritual power in your body is being supplied to the fetus. That is why you feel low on energy, exhausted, and weak. As the child grows older, it will need more and more spiritual power, and your symptoms will only worsen. In the worst-case scenario, before the child is even born, you will be drained dry by it—one corpse, two lives."

Song Zhizhi's pupils trembled. Her face turned slightly pale as she clutched the corner of her skirt and asked, "Then what should I do now? Is there any solution?"

Liu Changfei patted her hand reassuringly. "Don't be afraid. The solution is simple. If your spiritual power isn't enough, have the child's father transfer spiritual power to you."

The child's father?

A cold, handsome face flashed through Song Zhizhi's mind, and she instinctively wanted to retreat. "...Will someone else's spiritual power work?"

Liu Changfei had never seen any male cultivator close to Song Zhizhi's side. She guessed that perhaps the two had fallen out and separated. Such situations were not uncommon in the cultivation world.

"The child's father's spiritual power is best. Their bloodlines are connected, so there won't be any rejection of spiritual power. But if the child's father isn't nearby, you can also find a cultivator whose spiritual root attribute matches yours and the child's to transfer spiritual power. The effect will simply be much poorer."

"You'd best make a decision as soon as possible. The child already has fetal movement now. After it reaches two months, the spiritual power it needs will multiply. If you delay too long and the child does not receive sufficient spiritual power to nourish it, it will instinctively seize your spiritual power. That would be bad for both you and the child."

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Song Zhizhi returned to Clear Snow Peak on a white crane in a daze. After feeding the white crane some spirit fruit, she shut herself inside the small building, Liu Changfei's words replaying over and over in her mind.

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