Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

The man’s immense strength seemed to enrage the heavens, as the fifth and sixth heavenly thunders struck him one after another, all landing on him.

The man remained motionless, wisps of dark energy emanating from his body, unleashing a terrifying power of death.

"Oh my God, this man is..."

"God-Devil Physique, he is of God-Devil Physique!"

The High Priest stepped forward, staring intently at the man shrouded in dark energy, his lips quivering, "Breaking Void to Divinity’s God-Devil Physique, one of a kind! That is the Sky Devil Sword!"

Everyone fell silent. The High Priest was the oldest living member of the White Tiger Clan, having lived even longer than their Tiger King Bai Yu. They had heard the High Priest mention the Sky Devil Sword before. It was a magic weapon, born naturally from heaven and earth. It was said that many years ago, the Genesis Hongjun Ancestor nearly lost his life and severely depleted his vital energy trying to suppress this weapon. Since then, the Sky Devil Sword had become a legend.

Who would have thought, it would appear today. Is the world really about to fall into chaos!

Old Jin, badly injured by the heavenly thunder, felt a faint surge of power within him in his dazed state. He opened his eyes with difficulty, seeing three familiar faces.

"You... have also died?"

"Nonsense! You can’t expect ivory from a dog’s mouth, haven’t seen you for a year, seeking a fight are you?!" Fatty Mao Er smacked the round tiger head with a paw, baring her teeth at Old Jin. Suddenly, her eyes reddened, "How could you not tell us, you stupid cat, making us worry for a whole year!"

Old Jin’s mind gradually cleared, and he saw Long Zixuan, Xiao Hei, and the Little White Cat, who was angrily cursing at him. Blinking his tiger eyes, Old Jin didn’t want to admit it, but he felt great joy in his heart.

"No, how did I get out? Where’s the master?"

"Look, over there!"

Old Jin turned his head to look at the altar, seeing the tall man in black cautiously protect the woman in his arms, using his body to completely block the power of thunder and lightning. Old Jin was shocked, "How dare he do that? Does he have no regard for his life?!"

Fatty Mao Er shrugged, "General Gu’s strength has reached the mid-level of Breaking Void to Divinity, mere power of thunder and lightning only inflicts minor injuries on him."

Old Jin was confounded. In just a year, how could this man allow others to survive?

The eighth flash of lightning, which was also the last, finally ended. Amidst the booming noise, An Yiqing’s eyelids fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

She saw the man’s eyes filled with joy, noting his weary face. Blinking her eyes with difficulty, An Yiqing’s raspy voice managed to utter two syllables: "Ah... Lin..."

Under everyone’s tense gaze, the heavenly thunder finally disappeared completely. The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the sky once again became clear and cloudless. Bright sunshine poured onto the snow-covered mountains, as Gu Yelin, dressed in black, carefully carried the person in his arms, steadily walking step by step down from the altar.

Long Zixuan, Fatty Mao Er, and Xiao Hei could no longer wait, rushing forward. They stood excitedly in front of Gu Yelin, looking at the person in his arms who had opened her eyes.

"Sister An!"

"Boss, you’re finally awake!"

An Yiqing lay in Gu Yelin’s embrace, seeing three pairs of reddened eyes before her, and lifted a weak smile, "I’m back..."

...

In the cave, An Yiqing was lying on the bed, covered with thick blankets. Gu Yelin sat by the bedside, tightly clutching her hand without letting go. Long Zixuan and the others stood by, grinning as they watched her. At this moment, Old Jin, clad in a golden robe, walked in with a somewhat shaky gait. Behind him followed a middle-aged woman.

An Yiqing’s eyes filled with excitement upon seeing the woman. Struggling to sit up from the bed, she ignored even Gu Yelin’s words.

"Baby..." she said excitedly, uttering two words.

Baby? What baby?

Old Jin gave the others a teasing look, settling down calmly. Hmph, you’ll get what’s coming to you soon!

The middle-aged woman approached the bed, bending down and smiling as she placed the little bundle she was holding next to An Yiqing. An Yiqing, her eyes full of emotion, reached out her trembling hand to touch the little bundle, who was bubbling away.

So soft, so small.

Gu Yelin stared motionlessly at the tiny baby rolling its eyes at him, a wild thought crossed his mind. He slowly lifted his large hand toward the little bundle, only to stop mid-air at the last moment. How could this little thing be so small? Even his palm was bigger than him.

An Yiqing, her eyes red, took Gu Yelin’s hand, placing the little bundle’s tiny hand into his palm.

"Ah Lin, this is our baby..."