Volume One, Chapter 30: Eyes Red from Morning Sickness Tears, Ninth Master Cooks Personally

After the swelling pain subsided, the pregnancy nausea began due to poor appetite. Yan Qiuning felt utterly drained, as if she were on the verge of death itself.

She sat on Ninth Master’s lap, eating and vomiting intermittently, her face pale as she whimpered, “Ninth Brother, do you think I’m dying…”

“Ugh…”

It was unbearable.

Qin Zhan’s face was equally dark. Seeing her suffer like this tugged at his heart, especially since she couldn’t keep any food down.

“You won’t die,” he replied.

The chef was summoned once more.

They regretted their decision bitterly—why had they been so greedy for the Qin family’s generous pay, daring to risk their lives cooking nutritional meals for a pregnant woman? They couldn’t fathom why this young lady’s pregnancy sickness was so severe.

“Ninth Master, we… we really…”

“No, but you’re just a wretch,” Yan Qiuning flung away all pretense of dignity and virtue, caring only to make others unhappy.

Su Yu’s belly was already quite large; with less than three months until her due date, she began moving essential baby supplies into her home. Often, she asked Ruan Jiaojiao to accompany her shopping. Although Ruan Jiaojiao knew little about these things, she made up for it with diligent online research.

The short young man, seeing Jia Tao’s sturdy frame, couldn’t help but swallow nervously, but recalling the man had only one arm, his confidence inexplicably soared.

The car halted in front of a private kitchen restaurant. Qi Siyu pulled her hat low and walked in, arm in arm with Qin Kexia.

Yet love is sometimes blind—especially in the hearts of the young, where it is often a pure sensation, separate from reality.

Lu Sha told herself she hadn’t fallen for Yue Zhengyang, yet a strange sorrow lingered in her heart.

Zhao Qingyuan glanced back at him, said nothing, washed the bubbles off her body, grabbed a towel to dry herself, and then walked towards Chen Zihan.

“Hmph, so what? Dealing with you is more than enough!” Li Jingang roared, unleashing his full strength to fight Wan Miao.

To reach the rank of Dragon King, one’s temperament must be exceptional, yet even at this moment, his heart quivered with trepidation.

Lin Yuxi had expected Lin Haoxuan and Lin Changchang to be strongly resistant upon hearing they had class soon.

After the car reached the vicinity of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Zhao Xiaoan didn’t stop at the main entrance, but parked instead in a shadowy spot a little farther away.

This spot was a most secretive hideout. If not for the presence of those guarding the entrance, Wu Di might never have found it. Clearly, Ge Batian and his companions had gone to great lengths to track down this location.

Yet she was so shrewd that with careful observation, one could sense the change in her aura—the subtle tenderness around her seemed to grow more substantial, as if she were a sponge greedily absorbing the truth of the Dao.

“Nonsense, you’re the one who’s lost your memory! Enough talk—let’s fight!” The momentum around Yu Huan surged as murderous intent blazed in her eyes; it was clear she meant every word of her vow to fight Jun Yixiao to the death.

The Demon Vine had long since been fortified by the demonic array and had absorbed the energy of a Golden Core cultivator, making it dozens of times stronger—fierce as thunder, hard as steel, impervious to blade or spear.

“Agreed!” Jade Glory responded without hesitation, paying no mind to the darkened expressions of Jingwan and Jade Shan.

Killing brought no burden to their conscience. In less than three quarters of an hour, almost no one was left breathing. Only Feng Guizhou, shielded by his companions, barely survived; otherwise, he’d have been reduced to pulp.

This left Jun Yixiao unarmed, facing the surging immortal energy and the thunderous elephant trunk with only a bitter laugh, both palms striking out in unison.

A fake match? And judging by her tone, it seemed all too commonplace.

As for Su Wan’er’s suggestion to pay respects to the Su clan’s patriarch, Wu Di saw no need.

Not until the final head hit the ground did Ouyang Heiyao slowly walk away. Then, as if on cue, a crimson mist of blood erupted from every neck.

Shenli Ling did not come down. A’Lan and Wuyu walked over, and everyone introduced themselves.

Above the den was a jutting boulder, with two large trees in front. Though the moon was at its zenith, the nest was pitch black, nothing visible within.