Inability to Give birth (part 1)
Probably this straightforward and greedy desire made him extremely uncomfortable, or that the feeling of being used by the emperor also made him extremely uncomfortable.
He suddenly looked at Feng Xuan, wanting to know what his thoughts were.
Feng Xuan pondered for a moment, but ultimately missed all the key points, while saying with emotion, “So many sons, it’s good to be able to give birth. Senior brother, your uncle is really old but vigorous.”
Qi Zhuoyu choked because of him for a moment, but if the person answering was Feng Xuan, it seemed that getting this outrageous answer was something to be expected.
He spoke with some uncertainty, “Don’t you want the ‘live forever and never get old’ elixir?”
Not to mention that he is just a mortal who hasn’t reached the foundation building period yet.
Even cultivators in the cultivation world cannot live forever. The longevity of mortals is sometimes exhausted, and cultivation has an end. Living forever and never getting old, longevity that is equal to heaven, who can resist this temptation?
It seemed that Qi Zhuoyu asked him the same question twice.
Feng Xuan really felt that the personality of this big devil was a bit pathological and paranoid, he then shook his head, “Don’t want.”
Living forever and never getting old, what’s so good about longevity that is equal to heaven.
After living in Ninth Heaven for more than 1,700 years, Feng Xuan began to feel bored. He didn’t know how those ancient gods who lived for thousands of years passed their time.
He still thought that having more than thirty sons in one breath was quite impressive.
Qi Zhuoyu seemed to know what he was thinking, and sneered, “He didn’t give birth to them himself.”
At the same time, a strange thought suddenly came to Feng Xuan’s mind.
If Li Taizong is so capable of giving birth, and Qi Zhuoyu is his own nephew, can this family gene of being able to give birth be inherited? Thinking about it for a moment–below the big devil that stood with a dead face, there will be a dozen miniature versions of dead faces under his feet. I’m sorry, it’s so funny, I shouldn’t laugh at other’s misfortune, but it’s just so funny.
No good, hurry up and review the saddest past memories of your life.
Before he could let go of his thoughts and think wildly, Qi Zhuoyu pinched his cheek.
The big devil’s expression was gloomy, “Letting your thoughts of me run wildly, come on, give it a try.”
Qi Zhuoyu suddenly found that his cheeks were easy to pinch, and pinched harder again twice.
Feng Xuan almost burst into tears from the pain. “I don’t want to, senior brother, shake (spare) my life!” (TL: Pinyin for shake is “yao” and “rao” for spare, since his cheek was pinched that’s why the pronunciation is a bit off)
Qi Zhuoyu let go, looked him up and down, and lightly said, “Even if it’s giving birth, it won’t be by me either.”
Feng Xuan suddenly realized what he was talking about, and the hairs all over his body stood on end, he quickly clutched his stomach, “I can’t give birth either!”
Qi Zhuoyu was in a good mood immediately, and after winning the primary school chicken-style brawl, he left him and walked forward on his own. (TL: childish brawl)
It wasn’t long before they arrived at Daming Palace.
After seeing Emperor Li Taizong, and after Emperor Li exempted the cultivators from the customary etiquette of mortals, he talked to Qi Zhuoyu and the others with plastic politeness in a few words.
After a while, Emperor Li took them to the rear hall, and saw the princes and princesses lying in a row. Sure enough, the same monster that attacked the princes and princesses was the same monster that attacked the Misty Immortal Mansion.
Feng Xuan felt that this was not a high-end game that he could participate in with his own cultivation. (TL: high-end game is used to refer to the exclamation when you encounter an opponent whose strength is much higher than your own, or when you encounter a situation that is temporarily difficult to deal with with your current ability and level.)
Therefore he quietly squatted beside Qi Zhuoyu and made himself appear as a mere pendant, watching the big devil and his beautiful master join hands to solve the case.
To be honest, just looking at their appearances, Qi Zhuoyu and Su Qingyan were quite compatible.
If his character design is not the cannon fodder big devil’s wife, he will definitely send the most sincere blessings to this immortal couple.
It was not until night that Su Qingyan and the others discussed with Emperor Li how to capture the monster. Probably through a certain method to enter the dreams of the princes, and then find the clues of the monster in the dreams, and finally kill it.
The simpler and cruder the method, the higher the feasibility and success.
Emperor Li nodded repeatedly and agreed.
When Qi Zhuoyu was about to leave the palace, Emperor Li finally talked about his business, he coughed a few times, as if he was exhausted. Su Qingyan and the others looked over, and Emperor Li smiled and said, “As one gets older, and as the body stays up all night, one won’t be able to bear it.”
Thinking of his amazing deeds of giving birth to more than 30 sons in one breath.
Feng Xuan really didn’t see where he couldn’t bear it.
A trace of sarcasm flashed across Qi Zhuoyu’s eyes, but his face showed concern, “Please take good care of the dragon’s body, Your Majesty. Only when His Majesty is in good health can the people live and work in peace and contentment.”
The few words of politeness only made Qi Zhuoyu feel sick, thus he directly handed the elixir that he had prepared to the little eunuch. Seeing this, Emperor Li’s eyes lit up, and he put away the elixir, which would allow him to live another twenty years. Now when he faced Qi Zhuoyu, he really had some superficial affection, “After all, it is Ananda who still cares about Zhen this old man, more caring than Zhen’s princes.”
Until they were about to leave the palace, Feng Xuan could feel that Qi Zhuoyu’s mood was extremely bad.
The originally expressionless face was gloomy and terrifying.
But at this time, he bumped into Emperor Li’s seventeenth son, thirteenth son and sixth son head-on.
The three princes and Qi Zhuoyu met unexpectedly in the corridor of the palace. After taking a closer look and recognizing Qi Zhuoyu, the sixth prince suddenly said in a strange way, “I say, who is this, it turns out to be our very famous Royal Highness Duan. Why not go cultivate and become an immortal? On the contrary, he’s back to our Daming Palace. Surely it’s not because he misses the days when he was in the palace when he was a child, and being taught how to bark like a dog in a few days by our brothers.”
Wow.
Although Feng Xuan didn’t know the old grudges between these people and Qi Zhuoyu, he was amazed.
This is the perfect cannon fodder speech, a classic cannon fodder start.
Very good, sixth prince, you’re dead.
Translator Notes
The reason why Feng Xuan thought the emperor gave birth to his children was because Feng Xuan’s father emperor gave birth to him personally.
