Volume 1, Chapter 30: Performing a Cesarean Section, Zhu Yuanzhang Welcomes a Great-Grandson of Legitimate Lineage

"What! Cut the child out of Miaojin's womb? Can she even survive that? Besides, Divine Physician Xia is a man; how can we allow a man to deliver Miaojin’s baby?" Zhu Xiongying asked, filled with anxiety.

Zhu Biao, hearing the commotion, rushed out of the medical clinic. Seeing his son cradling a blood-soaked Xu Miaojin, he spoke with alarm, "If you cut open her belly, can she possibly survive? If word gets out that a man delivered the Crown Princess of the Great Ming, what kind of scandal would that be?"

As people of the Ming Dynasty, father and son Zhu Biao and Zhu Xiongying had no concept of a Caesarean section for difficult births. In their eyes, cutting open a person's abdomen was a death sentence.

To the martial artists of the Canglan Empire, the Crouching Dragon Secret Realm was a place that struck terror into the hearts of all. Even a peak Earth-tier warrior risked death upon entering. It was a pity that Heaven-tier warriors were barred from entry; otherwise, it would have been thoroughly explored long ago.

Diplomacy, in its essence, is the art of maneuver. As this thought crossed his mind, a flash of memory stirred in Ying Fei. He looked at the copy of *Han Feizi* on his desk.

Beyond a sense of profound sorrow, He Momiao felt no other emotions, nor did he possess any thoughts.

While Ye Yu was participating in the Five Elements Academy Tournament in the Great Yuan Dynasty within the Endless Wilderness, millions of miles away, in the land of Yan, Huangfu Changming could not help but recall the time he had humiliated Lu Tianming with a single superior-grade spirit stone. Had he known this youth was so heaven-defying—not only a fifth-grade alchemist but also a master of legendary, astonishing martial arts—he would have invited him into the Huangfu family at any cost.

"Are you not leaving?" Kong Lingque, now dressed in a nine-colored gown that accentuated her perfect figure, approached Ye Yu with delicate steps, her red lips parting slightly.

"…I will do it when I have time." Chen Feng remained silent for a moment before speaking flatly. He continued walking forward, his eyelids drooping slightly as he entered a state of self-cultivation.

Undoubtedly, the enemy had deployed almost their entire force to entangle the Destroy Gundam.

"How about it? My flying car isn't bad, is it?" Zhao Qian said with a chuckle, watching the bewildered Shen Rongyue and Chen Xiaoyuan.

The kingdom was subsequently renamed the "Kingdom of León" and eventually carved out a place for itself on the national emblem of future Spain.

This was a good thing. Only by keeping the inner and outer administrations at odds could Zhao Xian ensure no one would betray him, allowing him to maintain a firm grip on the Zongwei Bureau.

"Hey, hey, what should we do? Should I let them in?" Hongye looked at the eleven goblins before her, asking White Wolf with some concern.

Dongfang Qingyue, having noticed the detail in Ning Ye's words, asked with curiosity, eager to know who the other "tsundere" he spoke of might be.

Long Xing had no room to maneuver here; he could neither outfight them nor find a place to hide, so he was forced to endure the three Poison Sand clansmen tailing him relentlessly.

It was clear that for the African people, who desperately craved independence, names carrying colonial memories like "Rhodesia" were entirely inappropriate.

Lin Yin and Shui Shaoyun both looked at Shui Roubing with surprise. In their hearts, the Marshal had always been a figure of absolute composure, rarely showing such loss of control.

Their lord must be insane to seek help from Yang Tianlong. That man possessed no tolerance, and his ruthlessness far exceeded that of Yang Zichuan tenfold.

These robots were easy to identify because they all shared the same face. When the team saw them, some even began to cry, believing they had finally found the government and were safe at last.

Yang Tianming looked at the terrified Ma Qing, nodded with satisfaction, patted his shoulder, and strode out of the tent with an air of carefree confidence.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Chen Yun scrambled to his feet and roared. With a shout of "Blood Shield," the shield lying nearby hummed and flew into his grasp.

Perhaps my eagerness for success created an opening; I failed to find clues and instead aroused the Princess's suspicion.

Chen Yun paced back and forth by the swamp, repeatedly looking up and pondering, "There are no trees around here, no leverage, and I can't hover in mid-air. Damn it, so annoying!" Finally, agitated and embarrassed, he formed a hand seal, and suddenly, over a dozen fireballs appeared above his head.

If he killed Shen Zheng, the results would be different; the others would be wary. That was why he intentionally spared Shen Zheng, using him as bait to lure the others into his trap.

The others were stunned by this display. Only Han Bolong subconsciously pointed a finger at Wu Yong, but just as he was about to speak, he felt the disdainful glares of those around him and swallowed his words.

"Brother Chun, I've been slashed! I'm at the hospital, can you help me find some backup?" Tan Jiantao went straight to the point.

"Thank you, Senior, for your guidance. By learning this technique, I have finally fulfilled my foster mother's wish. Her dream until the day she died was simply to live a life without worry, never having to fret over where her next meal would come from!" Zhuang Lan recalled the past, unable to mask his melancholy.

"It is true. We come from different places. When I realized I was here, it was already like this. I once tried to break the formation, but it was in vain. Moreover, the formation is strange; we cannot get out, but passersby can enter," Ouyang San said, knitting his brows.

"Then we should stop it even more. We must not let this Corpse King return to the human realm!" Wu Chan frowned deeply, showing genuine disgust for the evil spirit.

I nodded, drove to the Siyuan Cemetery, and arranged for someone to tidy up the resting places of Zuo Zhu and Wang Qi. I dressed them in new clothes and laid them to rest beside me.

While Stock was plotting how to outmaneuver Darui's magic array, there were people in the city of Lakalos thinking of Darui, too—though they were after his life.

They were mutated humans who, upon gaining incredible abilities, had become far stronger than ordinary people, yet they had ceased to be human, becoming what Westerners called devils.