Not long after, Jiang Yuqiong heard noises from outside again.
It seemed his dad had flown back.
"Qingshuang, you can't forget your husband just because you have a son!"
"This stinky brat hasn't even been born yet, and you're already so protective. I'm his dad, after all!"
"My status as a dad is lower than my son's. Isn't this like the crust sticking to the top of the rice?"
"Besides... besides, I'm just worried about you, aren't I?"
He said sourly, sounding aggrieved.
Hearing his resentful tone, Su Qingshuang burst into laughter with a "pfft."
Jiang Yuqiong listened to every word of the conversation.
If he weren't still in the womb, he would probably have laughed out loud.
"You're just the delivery guy!"
Jiang Yuqiong said to his dad in his mind.
He really wanted to interview his dad, Jiang Wuxu—
How do you feel about being only at the Saint Ancestor realm, yet having a Heavenly Emperor-level wife who could beat you up anytime?
And how do you face a son who hasn't even been born yet but already clearly outranks you?
Jiang Yuqiong thought with a mischievous sense of humor.
"Wuxu, help me prepare some precious herbs. I'll start baptizing the little guy's body soon."
Outside, after some playful banter with Jiang Wuxu, Su Qingshuang said softly.
But Jiang Wuxu spoke with some concern.
"Qingshuang, it's really hard on you."
"If it weren't for this stinky brat's ordinary physique, you wouldn't have to use your origin power every day to cleanse him."
Su Qingshuang shook her head upon hearing this.
"No matter how ordinary he is, he's our son."
"Even if he can only remain a mortal forever, I will protect him for his entire life, and I won't let anyone bully him."
Her tone was filled with determination.
Jiang Wuxu's gaze also suddenly turned sharp, his aura surging.
"Don't worry, Qingshuang. No one in this world will dare to bully our son!"
After saying this, Jiang Wuxu turned and left.
Hearing all this, Jiang Yuqiong felt a bit emotional.
He had noticed his physique continuously improving recently, but he hadn't expected that in his parents' eyes, it still seemed ordinary.
But that was fine; he now had the system.
If he used it well, he would surely carve out a place for himself in the three thousand Dao Domains of the Great Desolate Realm!
Not long after, Jiang Wuxu finished preparing.
Su Qingshuang returned to the room and began meditating to regulate her energy.
Within her body, the vast Heavenly Emperor origin power surged like a raging ocean, unstoppable!
Through her careful manipulation and transformation, this power became gentle and warm, flowing into Jiang Yuqiong's body.
"Finally, it's here!"
Jiang Yuqiong had been waiting for this moment.
Su Qingshuang's Heavenly Emperor power began to flow, following a profoundly mysterious path, circulating within his body, continuously cleansing his flesh and soul.
And Jiang Yuqiong began trying to manipulate this power according to his own will.
However, he had clearly overestimated himself.
His mother was a mighty Heavenly Emperor; how could he, in his current state, possibly influence her power even slightly?
But this was within Jiang Yuqiong's expectations.
"Looks like I can only use the energy within my own body."
He didn't get discouraged and quickly focused his mind, attempting to mobilize his own power.
This process was incredibly difficult!
Jiang Yuqiong had never learned cultivation methods and knew nothing about using power.
But fortunately, his mother's long-term cleansing of his body and soul had made his spiritual sense exceptionally strong.
Thus, after spending a long time, he finally grasped some tricks and managed to gather a tiny bit of power.
It was really just a tiny bit.
Just like countless beginners stepping onto the path of cultivation.
However, Jiang Yuqiong was overjoyed by this.
"Success or failure depends on what comes next!"
Jiang Yuqiong immediately became serious.
He carefully controlled this tiny bit of power, trying to follow behind his mother's power, moving quickly along the same path within his body.
This process was not easy for him.
His mother's power was too vast and terrifying; whenever his tiny bit of spiritual energy got even slightly close, it was instantly obliterated.
Helpless, he had to repeatedly gather his power again and again.
But fortunately, after much effort, he finally memorized the path of his mother's power flow.
However, Jiang Yuqiong was exhausted, feeling dizzy, and slipped into that near-enlightenment state he had experienced before.
Two hours later, when he woke up again, his mother's cleansing process had just ended.
"It's time to complete the task!"
Jiang Yuqiong thought to himself.
He didn't think further, gathering a tiny bit of power within his body again.
Following the memorized path, he began controlling this tiny bit of power to circulate within his body.
As long as he completed one full cycle, his task should be considered complete!
Jiang Yuqiong couldn't help but feel immense anticipation.
Meanwhile, in the outside world.
In the room.
Su Qingshuang opened her eyes, a trace of fatigue deep in her gaze.
Everyone's cultivation talent is innate.
Prenatal nurturing is inevitably superior to postnatal modification.
Thus, every time she cleansed her son, she exerted herself fully, even using her origin power without hesitation.
Her goal was to make Jiang Yuqiong's physique as strong as possible before birth!
Even for her, using origin power for extended periods would cause slight fatigue.
But fortunately, as a Heavenly Emperor-level existence, she could recover with just a bit of rest.
The effects were indeed significant; over the past few months, the fetus in her womb had undergone multiple transformations in talent.
However, Su Qingshuang was still not satisfied.
"At the very least, I need to ensure Yuqiong has the potential to become a Saint!"
She thought to herself.
This was equivalent to her single-handedly shaping Jiang Yuqiong to have the talent to achieve Saint Ancestor status!
Only then could he live freely in this world where the strong reigned supreme.
After pondering for a moment, Su Qingshuang didn't think further.
Just as she was about to start meditating to recover her power, her expression suddenly changed.
The next moment, her peerless face, which remained calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain, showed an exaggerated look of shock.
The fetus in her womb had made some movements, leaving her stunned.
"My heavens!"
"How is this possible!"
Su Qingshuang couldn't help but exclaim.
"Wuxu, come quickly!"
With her call, a fluctuation appeared in the room's space, and Jiang Wuxu's figure materialized.
"What's wrong, Qingshuang? What happened?"
Jiang Wuxu was deeply shaken.
How many years had it been since he last saw this expression on his wife's face?
Had something major happened?
He instinctively looked at Su Qingshuang's belly.
Could it be...
Something was wrong with the child in her womb?
Jiang Wuxu felt a surge of panic.
"Wuxu, our son,he...! Su Qingshuang spoke, her face filled with shock.
"What's wrong with our son?"
Jiang Wuxu hurriedly asked.
"Wuxu, let me ask you, if I said our son..."
"He's cultivating in my womb..."
"Would you believe it?"
After Su Qingshuang finished speaking,
Jiang Wuxu seemed as if struck by a bolt of lightning, completely frozen, standing there stunned, unable to speak for a long time.