Volume 1: Turbulence on Earth Chapter 21: Qing Juan Sword (Rushing for Rankings, Seeking Votes)

  Among the five flying swords, two are top-grade spiritual artifacts, which will naturally go to my wife and child, one each. The remaining three include a mid-grade artifact, a low-grade treasure, and a high-grade treasure, which I plan to give to my future son for use at different stages of his cultivation.

  Two storage rings, one storage necklace, two treasure armors. One storage ring for myself and one for my son. The storage necklace is naturally for my wife. Two mid-grade treasure armor, one for my wife and one for my son.

  More than a dozen jade pendants, each capable of withstanding a full-force blow from someone in the Yuan Ying period, were to be left for relatives and friends who had a new or old relationship with him, Ou Yang Jiu Yu secretly calculated.

  "It's time to go see my wife too." Ou Yang Jiu Yu's face showed a faint smile, and in an instant, he disappeared from the spot.

  Murong Wanqiu sat on the desk in the study with her left hand supporting her cheek, and after her strong request, more than 20 caregivers finally didn't follow her for 24 hours. Her right hand habitually touched her abdomen. But it had only been over a month since she became pregnant, what could be felt?

  "That bad husband of mine, it's been more than half a month and he still hasn't come back to see me, how detestable." Murong Wanqiu picked up her brush and began to draw on an exquisite notebook while muttering to herself.

  "Haha" Just then, Ou Yang Jiu Yu moved behind Mu Rong Wan Qiu and heard his wife's muttering to herself. Seeing her writing "bad egg old husband", "selfish", "despicable" and other words on that exquisite notebook, he couldn't help but hold his belly in laughter. He really didn't expect that this goddess-like woman at Hua Jiang University would have such a cute side.

  "Bad husband, don't laugh." Murong Wanqiu's face turned red as she heard Ouyang Jueyu's laughter and came back to her senses.

  "Hehe." Ouyang Jiayu happily walked to the back of Murong Wanjia, gently hugged her, and lightly stroked her abdomen. He teased in her ear, "My lovely wife, our son has been quite naughty these past few days."

  Murong Wanqiu gave Ouyang Jieyu a coquettish glance and pouted, saying: "Not serious, he's only over a month old, not honest, can't kick people yet."

  Ouyang Jiayu smiled and changed the subject, proudly saying: "Baby wife, hubby has something good to give you, guess what it is?"

  Seeing her husband's complacent appearance, it was clear that he was very confident about the "gift". What kind of gift could make him so confident that she would definitely like it? Mu Rong Wan Qiu wondered.

  After a moment of contemplation, Murong Wanqiu's eyes suddenly lit up, and she wrapped her arms around Ouyang Qiuyu's neck, coquettishly saying: "Good husband, have you refined my flying sword?"

  Ouyang Jiayu shook her head and said, "No...ah...why did you pinch me?"

  Murong Wanqiu snorted, "If I don't pinch you, should I pinch myself instead? You didn't even refine the flying sword properly, what treasure are you coming to offer?"

  "I... didn't I tell you that your flying sword isn't refined yet?" Ouyang Jieyu said with a bitter face. But in his heart, he was secretly wondering, how did his beloved wife become like this? Does pregnancy also change one's temper?

  "Ah~~~. The flying sword is done, good husband, didn't I suffer for you? Then why did you say it wasn't? Come, let me help you massage." Murong Wanqiu said with a pout.

  "Hmm... it seems I haven't finished speaking and you've already pinched me." Ouyang Jiayu was about to complain a couple of sentences, but seeing his wife's hand reaching for his waist again, he wisely said: "It's not just the flying sword that has been refined, there are other good things too."

  Is there anything else good? Murong Wanqiu's eyes lit up, and she hugged Ouyang Qiuyu's arm, cooing, "Good husband, what other good things do you have? Quickly bring them out for me to see."

  Ouyang Jiayu took out a necklace and said with a hint of pride, "Good wife, take a look at this?"

  Murong Wanqiu glanced at the necklace with a soft glow and said, "It looks pretty good, but is this what you call a good thing? What's so good about it? It doesn't look any different from other necklaces."

  Ouyang Jueyu's heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help but blush, thinking that her husband thought he had bought it himself to give to her.

  "Good wife, you'll know what's different once you've shed blood and acknowledged your master." Ou Yang Jue Yu said with a sly tone.

  Murong Wanqiu pondered, recognizing the master through a drop of blood? It turned out that this necklace was also a treasure, but she didn't know what it was used for. As she thought, Murong Wanqiu circulated her true yuan and forced out a drop of pure blood. The pure blood met the necklace and dissolved, and the function of the necklace instantly appeared in Murong Wanqiu's mind.

  "Storage ring, wow... bad old man, inside space is so big and mysterious." Murong Wanqiu exclaimed.

  Ouyang Jiayu smiled contentedly, waved her hand, and a purple treasure armor appeared in her hand. She said to Murong Wanjia in a slow and gentle tone, "My dear wife, take a look at this, what is it?"

  Murong Wanqiu didn't need Ouyang Qiyu to say more, she just snatched the Blood Drop and recognized its master. The function of the Treasure Armor appeared in her mind, Murong Wanqiu's spirit moved, and the armor was stored inside her body. With another movement of her spirit, the armor floated on the surface of her body, protecting her. Feeling amused, Murong Wanqiu's spirit kept moving, storing and releasing the armor, playing happily. Until she had enough fun, Murong Wanqiu finally recalled the Treasure Armor and kissed Ouyang Qiyu's face, saying: "Thank you, bad old man, I really like these gifts."

  Ouyang Jueyu said with satisfaction: "This is almost enough, now, what's this again?"

  "Ah...my flying sword." Murong Wanqiu rushed straight at Ouyang Jieyu's body.

  "My good wife, here it is for you, don't be anxious, be careful not to hurt our son." Ouyang Qiuyu hugged the rushing Murong Wanqiu, looking at her with a shocked and frightened expression.

  That's what it means to be a parent. In fact, with Ou Yang Jiu Yu and Mu Rong Wan Qiu's abilities, no matter how much they messed around, it was impossible for the child to get hurt easily.

  Murong Wanqiu smiled faintly, still dripping blood to acknowledge her master. Suddenly, a mysterious feeling rose from her heart, and she felt an inexplicable connection with the flying sword, but she couldn't fully control it yet. This was because she hadn't fully refined the flying sword, and for now, she could only exert one-tenth of its power.

  "Bad husband, let me go quickly, I feel like I can fly now, let people try to get out." Murong Wanqiu struggled to say.

  Ouyang Jiayu's forehead suddenly appeared a black line, and he secretly thought that it was as expected. He couldn't help but hold Mu Rong Wanqiu's hand tightly and said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "My silly wife, you haven't refined the flying sword yet, if you can't control the flying sword, it's very dangerous to fly, what if our child gets hurt? Let's refine it slowly before flying."

  "Oh, how long will it take to refine?" Murong Wanqiu asked with a flicker of her eyes.

  "Hmm, in three months, it should be possible to refine it to 60-70% completion." Ou Yang Jue Yu said.

  Murong Wanqiu thought for a moment, three months wasn't that long after all, and didn't mention flying again. He casually drew the cyan flying sword and felt it was still quite handy. Xuxu asked, "Bad old man, what's the name of this flying sword?"

  Ouyang Jieyu smiled and said, "The flying sword hasn't been named yet, why don't you name it yourself?"

  "Really, then I wonder what name would be good." Murong Wanqiu tilted her head in thought. The cyan flying sword, personally refined by the evil old man himself.

  "Hmm, take a 'qing' from the word for blue, and then take a 'yuan' from your name, Yuanyu, and let's call it Qingyuan Sword. How does that sound?" Murong Wanqiu said thoughtfully.

  "Good wife, you like whatever name is fine, then call Qingju Jianba." Ouyang Qiyu smiled.

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