Chapter 9 - My Life From Birth to Bastard!

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“In the seventeenth year of the Tianyuan era, Wang family’s matriarch, Nolan Ningyou, had not seen her monthly cycle for a long time.

Upon examination, she was found to have a joyful pulse, and she conceived you, already six weeks along.”

“On that day, auspicious signs descended from the heavens, and the glow of dawn spread throughout the courtyard, hinting at a deeper meaning.

Your father, Wang Ze, was overjoyed beyond measure.

In a dream, an ancestor bestowed a name upon you and foretold that the divine providence would revitalize the Wang family from that point forth, rising unstoppable like the sun at dawn.

He named you: Wang Teng.”

Even though he should have been in his mother’s womb at that moment, the Tai Chu Scroll still allowed Xu Shu to see the images of his parents:

His father, Wang Ze, had an imposing stature with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, wearing a simple longsword at his waist, without excessive ornamentation;

His mother, Nolan Ningyou, possessed unequaled beauty with eyes like autumn waters and bones like jade, her face brimming with happiness.

Truly a match made in heaven!

However, the Wang family’s courtyard seemed somewhat old and desolate, with few servants around.

Perhaps the family had once been prosperous, but by the time it reached Wang Ze’s generation, that glory had faded.

“It seems this is indeed some Ancient Martial Dynasty; could it be that the Tai Chu Scroll’s simulation of fantasy picked from the random files I carelessly stuffed inside?”

Xu Shu casually manipulated his body, experiencing the unfolding story.

“You possessed an extraordinary talent, developing into a complete fetus in just eight weeks.

Your mother, Nolan Ningyou, was somewhat weak, barely able to endure such monstrous nourishment, but thankfully Wang Ze had saved up quite a bit.

With daily nourishments, not only was the deficit replenished, but her body also became healthier.”

“You awakened the ‘Nine Phases Diagram,’ and began to diligently train and practice every day, practicing punches in the womb.”

“Your father, Wang Ze, served as a silver-badge detective of the garrison and was a ‘martial practitioner’ at Martial Arts First Rank, barely able to protect the local people.”

“This world was not safe, and you heard your parents speaking of how villages on the outskirts often suffered from mysterious monster attacks, causing heavy casualties.”

“Hearing this, you practiced your punches with even greater diligence every day, pounding your mother’s belly so much that Nolan Ningyou felt the fetal movements were extraordinary, believing that you would surely become a martial arts prodigy.”

“At 9 weeks, under the blessing of the ‘celestial cardamom’ destiny, your intelligence increased, and you advanced one rank: martial practitioner, officially becoming an expert of recognized caliber, and at the same time, you comprehended the Wang family’s hereditary martial arts, ‘Demon Summoning Scripture’ (introductory level).”

“At 11 weeks, a series of horrific incidents occurred in the county where pregnant women were disemboweled, and their fetuses consumed.

The garrison was outraged, dispatching your father to investigate the whereabouts of the demon.”

“Your pregnant mother, with her swollen belly, urged him to return as soon as possible.

Wang Ze promised to make it up to her upon his return and told her not to worry before leading the troops on the mission.”

“You thought Wang Ze was an idiot, with such frequent disembowelment cases, and his own wife pregnant, he chose this time to leave home to subdue demons?

What kind of a saint did he fancy himself to be?”

“Now that the house was left with only a few incompetent servants, your mother’s situation was hardly safe—who knew whether the demon had lured the tiger away from the mountain on purpose?”

“Unfortunately, you couldn’t speak; otherwise, you would have grabbed your father’s head and punched him twice to listen to the water sloshing in his brain.”

“Thankfully, you weren’t particularly worried.

Other pregnant women were killed because they didn’t have a fetus that practiced punches daily in their bellies, but you were confident you could protect your mother.”

“Your ‘Nine Phases Diagram’ had already been comprehended up to the third phase, which translated to the power of a ‘martial master’ at Martial Arts Second Rank, surpassing many people—including your father.

This was the confidence that the cursed nine phases fetus brought to you.”

“Those who don’t practice in the womb are destined to lead a relatively failed life.”

“And with just a minor effort, you already reached the limit for this segment.”

“Two weeks have passed, and there’s still no news from your father.

Your mother frequently visited the government office with her large belly to file reports, only to be told to wait at home for news—it seemed his chances of survival were slim.”

“Not many days later, a group of men in black with covered faces barged in, claiming to be the Wang’s family main lineage, killing two old servants and threatening your mother with you still inside her womb to force her to hand over the ‘Wang Family’s Secret Manual.’

“Your mother scoffed and said there was no secret manual; the family’s Xuan Skill could only be passed down through bloodline, impossible for outsiders to learn unless you were her son.”

“She seemed frail in appearance yet was unyieldingly fiery in spirit, seemingly wanting to provoke them into killing her.

But they didn’t strike; instead, they took your mother away.”

“On the road, someone coveted her peerless beauty and sought to desecrate even a pregnant woman, a perversion to the extreme.”

“You moved to intervene from beyond, driving off the enemy, but you discovered that each of these men possessed ultimate skills and was an expert of accepted rank.”

“The enemy was powerful, and mere three phases were insufficient to deal with them.

In despair, you had no choice but to violate the taboo of the ‘Demon Summoning Scripture,’ take over your mother’s body, unleash a massacre, and when the Demon Summoning Scripture activated, a shadow of a Demon God vaguely appeared behind you.”

“After a bitter battle, you killed all of them but consequently, your mother Nolan Ningyou suffered internal injuries, damaging her essence and leaving hidden dangers.”

“Upon unveiling their faces, you discovered that these men were not from the Wang’s lineage at all; they were all silver-badge detectives from the garrison!”

“Realizing their true identities, Nolan Ningyou surmised that her husband must have been murdered.

Hence, she began to flee with you, planning to return to the neighboring Zhao Country to seek help from her family.”

“‘Teng’er, your father Wang Ze was a hero, and his spirit in heaven will protect us,’ she said to you every day during the escape, gently touching her belly.”

“Injured and with her body deteriorating day by day, you watched in anguish, yet were powerless to help.”

“After all, you were just an unborn infant, though possessing means to annihilate enemies, you were incapable of saving lives.”

“You trained even harder, working diligently every day.”

“By 21 weeks, your ‘Nine Phases Diagram’ had comprehended up to the fifth phase, your strength breaking through to Martial Arts Third Stage: ‘Grandmaster.’ With the ‘Demon Summoning Scripture’ perfected, you were able, through the punches in the womb, to summon the winds and thunder, confronting enemies from afar.”

“Even before birth, you were already among the strongest few in the Yue Country, with few rivals, killing wave after wave of pursuers.”

“This only convinced the enemies of the mystical prowess of the Wang family’s Xuan Skill, and they sent increasingly stronger pursuers, though all were eradicated by a wave of your hand.

But your mother Nolan Ningyou’s body was gradually unable to withstand much longer; escape was imperative.”

“At the border of Yue Country, you encountered an ambush by the current State Preceptor of Yue, a Grandmaster of completed realm, Zhuge Weiwo.”

The “East Yue Four Glance Sword,” four Grandmasters, had arrived, and Yue Country’s top experts were all present.

Beyond that, the Divine Machine Camp’s crossbowmen, the Fiery Fire Camp’s artillerymen, and tens of thousands of infantry, cavalry, and archers laid a Heavenly Net, making escape impossible for you.

“Hand over the Xuan Skill, and considering the sacrifices of the Wang family’s ancestors for our country, I shall spare your life and allow the Wang bloodline to remain,” said Zhu Ge Weiwo.

Nolan Ningyou, with her body already close to running out of oil, simply sneered.

She did not respond to the enemy; instead, she caressed her bulging abdomen and showed a relieved smile on her face.

“Teng’er, this is the last of Mommy’s life essence.

No matter what, you must… take revenge with your own hands!”

Nolan Ningyou, gentle and kind-hearted, had long suspected that it was not she who had been slaughtering all around, but the child within her.

For aside from those of Wang bloodline, no one could learn the “Demon Summoning Scripture,” and she was painfully aware that each time the Demon Summoning Scripture was activated, it drained her life essence.

Her weakened state was largely due to you.

If she had chosen to terminate you early on, she could’ve lived alone.

But as a mother, how could she possibly abandon her own child?

She’d rather forsake herself.

Nolan Ningyou drew her dagger and took her own life; her blood, her death, made all that was her essence converge onto the fetus within her—onto you.

Your “Nine Phases Diagram” had a breakthrough, you grasped the sixth phase: Ba Xia!

Before me, the gaunt and emaciated Nolan Ningyou took her own life with a knife, her blood spurting out and flowing into her abdomen, as if she was nurturing the fetus inside her with her own life.

The scene was heartbreaking, filled with sorrow and rage, eerie and silent.

“Fuck!”

This storyline is fucked up, who wrote this?

I’m going to kill his entire family!

Xu Shu was angry.

Even though he knew it was only a virtual plot, this “game” was experienced firsthand, and this immersive sensation, especially since he himself was the victim, was extremely infuriating.

It was like playing a game and encountering the rage of losing to Level 6, wanting to smash the keyboard.

Yue Country, these beasts.

The Wang family had been loyally protecting the land for generations, dying in battles with demons.

If not for protecting their country, they could have been the strongest clan in Yue Country.

And this Zhu Ge Weiwo and the East Yue Four Glance Sword, just for a damn secret manual, wanted to annihilate the Wang family completely?

Inhuman creatures, it’s a shame that in his portraits he looks like a sage full of righteous energy, as if a trustworthy wise man.

Shameless old thief, a grey-bearded lout!

“I curse your whole family!

All of you, die!”

“Wow!”

A baby’s cry sounded in the Silent Forest, heard by everyone present.

A massive demon shadow loomed over Nolan Ningyou’s corpse, roaring to the sky.

Soldiers trembled in fear on the ground, feeling a hellish terror as if endless Asuras had burst forth from hell to claim their lives.

Your tiny hands emerged from your mother’s corpse, breaking through the shell, and six ten-zhang-tall law figures suddenly descended, filled with indignation and rage, drowning the Yue Country army.

With a mere sweep of a hand or a swish of a tail, scores and hundreds of soldiers lost their lives.

Slaughter was the sole theme at that moment.

“Impossible?

Fourth-order, Giant Spirit?

You’re clearly a Grandmaster, even if you had a breakthrough, you would be a soldier!

How can you become a Giant Spirit?

Could this be the hidden mystery of the Wang Family’s Xuan Skill?” Zhu Ge Weiwo couldn’t believe it, but his desire burned even hotter and stronger.

He was convinced that the miracles you displayed came from the Wang Family’s Xuan Skill, and he became even more determined to possess it.

The great battle erupted completely.

It was a war.

Zhu Ge Weiwo, with the full might of his nation, vowed to seize it.

They died one after another, futilely fighting against the inevitable, yet still charged towards the six unbeatable law figures at the sound of horns.

The battle lasted three days and nights.

You slaughtered almost the entire army of Yue Country, leaving only a few scattered soldiers who managed to escape.

Zhu Ge Weiwo died on the spot, utterly crushed by you.

Three of the East Yue Four Glance Swordsmen died; only one escaped, maimed by being torn in both arms and one leg, his whereabouts unknown.

After this war, Yue Country disappeared from the map, with the neighboring Zhao Country annexing it.

The Prime Minister of Zhao, named Nolan Rong Su, was your maternal grandfather, and Nolan Ningyou was his most cherished younger daughter, who had fallen in love and eloped with your father.

If not for that, how could he have allowed her to marry a fallen martial man from a neighboring country?

Once your uncles learned of this, they executed the entire Imperial Family of Yue Country.

The children not of age to be executed were enslaved; boys became slaves, and girls were demoted to harlots, doomed to the lowest class for eternity.

This event shook all the countries on the continent.

Alas, after Nolan Ningyou’s life essence was depleted and you completed your revenge, you too died alongside your mother.

You were never born, otherwise, a Vajra-like you could have defied the heavens and changed your fate.

Before you faded, you thought, if only you hadn’t practiced the Wang Family’s Xuan Skill, then Nolan Ningyou being captured would have just meant some hardships, but once you were successfully born, it would have been a different life entirely.

Life is like a game of chess, regretting moves is not an option.

A generation’s pride, dead in the womb, a sad lament, to no avail!

Who can know whether, after an endless expanse of time, on some day you might emerge from the tomb of the ancients to begin your own legend anew?