GBP Chapter 164 Yang Chan's Birth
Chapter 164 Yang Chan's Birth
The Yang residence.
Under the blazing sun, the entire Yang residence was enveloped in intense heat.
The incessant chirping of cicadas mingled with the clamor within the mansion.
Yang Jiao jogged across the courtyard and headed straight for the backyard.
As soon as I stepped into the backyard, I saw Yang Tianyou pacing anxiously in front of the door.
Yang Tianyou's brows were furrowed, his hands were rubbing together, and he was muttering to himself. At that moment, his heart was filled with anxiety and unease.
She approached with equal anxiety and called out:
"Daddy."
Yang Tianyou only glanced at Yang Jiao briefly before turning his gaze to the room where Yao Ji had given birth, his expression grave.
His face was full of worry, and his heart was filled with endless anxiety.
Time passed second by second, and every moment was an ordeal for him.
Yang Jiao, filled with worry, followed her father's gaze and looked over, thinking anxiously:
"And what kind of talent does the third sister possess?"
in the house.
Yao Ji was covered in sweat, her hands gripping the bedsheet tightly. Childbirth is always painful, but compared to her previous two pregnancies, this one wasn't as difficult as she had imagined.
Moreover, Yao Ji could even clearly feel a warm current occasionally flowing through her abdomen.
In that instant, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind—could this be related to the mysterious merit that had descended upon her abdomen earlier?
Outside.
Yang Jian sat cross-legged at the main entrance. During his meditation, golden light shone brightly in his spiritual sea, constantly changing its form, sometimes like a dragon soaring through the sky, and sometimes like a phoenix dancing in the sky.
The art of maneuvering and transformation is infinitely wondrous.
Although Yang Jian was still young and only had a comprehension of about one percent of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, even this little bit of skill was enough to benefit him greatly.
At this moment, Yang Jian seemed to have undergone a complete transformation. His originally somewhat immature brows instantly showed a resolute look, making him look heroic and imposing.
His already handsome face already hinted at the image of Erlang Shen, who would later become awe-inspiring and majestic.
After Yang Jiao regained some of her magical power, she put Wukong back in the house to keep Jingwei company. Then she rushed out and saw Yang Jian like this.
Her heart skipped a beat:
"Erlang, you've changed so much."
The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts completely transformed his aura, making him no longer the child holding a baby bottle as we remembered him.
Yang Jiao used the immobilization technique she had learned from the Primordial Purple Qi to quickly carry Yang Jian into the courtyard.
The whole family, all together.
Yang Tianyou stood pacing at the doorway, watching his son enter meditation again, and asked Yang Jiao urgently:
"Why hasn't the baby been born yet after so long? Will this child suffer the same fate as Jian'er?"
When Yang Jian was born, Yao Ji suffered a lot because of his terrifying physique, and her spiritual energy was almost drained. But now, when Yang Jiao looked at that room, the surrounding spiritual energy was not only not less, but even more abundant.
This is enough to prove that Yao Ji is in good health now.
She pulled Yang Tianyou aside and comforted him:
"Don't worry, Father, Mother's pregnancy went very smoothly."
"How could I possibly put my mind at ease... inside is my wife."
Yang Tianyou's heart was in his throat as he anxiously stared at the closed door, fearing that the midwife might suddenly open it and say something unpleasant.
He was so restless that he could only relieve his discomfort by pacing back and forth in the courtyard.
Each step he took produced the clanging sound of the iron chains binding him.
Yang Jiao: ...
So they were on guard!
Just then, the sound of a baby crying came from inside the house.
Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes from his meditation.
A hint of confusion still lingered between his brows as he looked at his current location, then saw his family, and joyfully called out:
"Father, sister, Jian'er has broken through to the Earth Immortal realm!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Yang Tianyou and Yang Jiao darted past him and rushed to the door.
Yang Jian tilted his head and added another sentence towards the backs of the father and daughter who were ignoring him:
"Oh, a celestial being!"
The two leaned against the door, gazing at each other.
The midwife, her face beaming with joy, called out to the outside:
"Congratulations, Mr. Yang, your wife has given you another little princess."
Upon hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed Yang Tianyou's face, and then he suddenly pulled out the strongest iron chain that he had had a blacksmith forge a month earlier.
He glanced at his eldest daughter, Yang Jiao, and gritted his teeth, calmly saying:
"It's a daughter, and she's stronger than a son."
Yang Jian suddenly snapped back to reality. He had only been in meditation for a short time when his mother gave birth!
He quickly stood up and ran over, looking very nervous. It was a little girl!
So he also took out the ancestral iron chain that he had secretly kept.
The father and son each held one in one hand, gazed at each other, and nodded solemnly.
Yang Jian calmed himself down and said to Yang Tianyou:
"Father, let me lock it this time."
Yang Tianyou thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"It's not safe. Your sister crawled faster than I did when she was born. It's safest to lock them together."
Then, with another unanimous nod, the father and son left Yang Jiao, who was already stunned by their words, behind and walked together to the bedside.
Yang Jian watched with excitement as his mother leaned against the headboard, her face showing slight weakness but great happiness as she held the swaddled baby girl in her arms.
The baby girl radiated a soft light, and her eyes and brows already showed signs of liveliness.
Yao Ji looked up and saw her husband and son, their faces grave, each carrying a chain, a hint of anger on their expressions.
"This child's constitution is not like Jian'er's, what's going on?!"
Yang Jiao squeezed between Yang Tianyou and Yang Jian, looking at her third sister with great joy, her heart softening a little.
I just reached out to touch her.
But Yang Jian pulled him back cautiously and said:
"Sister, be careful."
Perhaps Yang Jian's voice was too loud, because the baby girl in the swaddling clothes suddenly started to wriggle, her frail body moving slightly.
Yang Tianyou, who had just put down the chain, picked it up again with a swift movement, and said nervously:
"My lady, my lady, she moved! She moved! She's starting to crawl!"
Not to mention Yao Ji, even Yang Jiao was speechless and rolled his eyes at the reaction of the father and son.
The baby girl's delicate face was flushed from crying, but her cries were faint and intermittent, not even as loud as those of a normal child, as soft as the buzzing of a mosquito.
Yao Ji gently stroked her youngest daughter's face with tender affection, soothing her breath, then sighed softly:
"I'm sorry for this child. Fighting with Jiu Tou Xiang Liu while pregnant with her has made her body weak."
I heard that my youngest daughter's constitution is not only not strong, but rather weak.
The iron chain that Yang Tianyou was holding tightly slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter.
He reached out with trembling hands, carefully took the swaddled baby, and then gently rocked the infant in his arms to soothe him.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his head to look at Yao Ji, his eyes filled with heartache, and his voice couldn't help but tremble with sorrow:
What's wrong with the child?
Yao Ji frowned slightly and said with a hint of worry:
"This child possesses half the bloodline of immortals, so his aptitude is naturally not too bad, but compared to Jiao'er and Jian'er, his body is considered weak."
After speaking, Yao Ji looked worriedly at her eldest daughter, Yang Jiao, who possessed superhuman strength; then she looked at her second son, Yang Jian, who was exceptionally gifted.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but worry that when her youngest daughter grew up, she would inevitably feel a huge sense of loss when faced with such outstanding older and younger sisters and brothers.