T/N: I thought I had already uploaded this, But a user’s comment made me realize I hadn’t, , lol(deja vu). Thanks for the reminder.
Here, I’m uploading the extras to complete the novel.
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Three years had passed since that grand wedding ceremony. In that time, Mentor Yuxuan, Yan Ruyu, Yi Xian’er, and Ji Ya had each given birth in turn—and all to daughters. Yan Zhen was delighted, yet also utterly perplexed.
How were they all girls? Four daughters in a row, on top of the original two, made six already. Was he fated to assemble a rainbow girl group like the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother of the West?
Today marked Yun Xiu’s delivery. Chen Xi was once again presiding over the birth. Though Yan Zhen had endured multiple such ordeals by now, he still sat outside the delivery room in a state of high anxiety. These were his children, after all, heirs to the Flame Emperor’s bloodline. Each fetus was an innate Supreme, and their births summoned heavenly phenomena that tested their mothers to the limit.
Some six hours later, the skies above the Emperor Palace roiled. Winds and clouds twisted into the vague shapes of swords, swirling endlessly overhead. It was the phenomenon of myriad swords returning to one.
Yan Zhen’s eyes brightened. This portent bordered on top-tier—stronger even than those of the previous four daughters. She was destined for greatness as a Sword Saint, perhaps even a Sword Emperor!
“Zhen’er, you can come in now.”
At his beautiful master’s words, Yan Zhen rose at once and stepped into the room. Yun Xiu lay on the bed, her face pale. Chen Xi stood beside it, cradling the bundled newborn and smiling at her disciple. “Another little princess.”
Yan Zhen leaned in for a closer look. The baby girl wasn’t crying or fussing. Instead, she fixed a pair of azure eyes on him and cooed softly twice.
“The little treasure’s calling for you, Zhen’er.”
“An omen of early wisdom?”
Overjoyed, Yan Zhen reached out to tease his baby daughter’s plump little cheek. She promptly wrapped her tiny hands around his thick index finger.
“Yan Zhen…”
Yun Xiu’s voice held a trace of weakness, her expression hesitant, as if she had something to say but held back. Yan Zhen hurried to the bedside and soothed her. “You’ve been through so much, Yun Xiu.”
A stream of pure energy flowed from his palm into her body, smoothing the chaos of her qi. In moments, color returned to her cheeks, and the tension eased from her brow.
Yun Xiu pushed herself upright and took her precious daughter from Chen Xi’s arms. She cooed at the infant, her lovely features aglow with motherhood.
She let her hand fall and said softly, “Let’s name our daughter, Yan Zhen.”
Yan Zhen rubbed his chin, deep in thought. He’d named four daughters already; this fifth one had him stumped. Yun Xiu waited patiently while Chen Xi and the others tactfully withdrew.
After a long moment, inspiration struck. “What about ‘Yan Yun’?”
“Yan Yun… Yun’er?” A faint smile curved Yun Xiu’s lips as she nodded. “Yes, perfect. From now on, you’re Yun’er, my little darling.”
The newborn let out a joyful coo.
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Time flew by, and five years passed in the blink of an eye. The daughters had grown into proper little girls, with the two eldest entering the age of budding beauty. Aside from Yan Yan and Yan Lingji, the other five were Yan Weiwei, Yan Liuli, Yan Bing, Yan Yuan, and Yan Yun. Weiwei was Mentor Yuxuan’s daughter.
Liuli belonged to Cousin Ruyu. Bing’er was born to Xian’er. Yuan Yuan came from Sister Ji Ya. And Yun’er was Yun Xiu’s.
Each girl possessed remarkable talents. Yan’er bore the Companion Extreme Flame; Ling’er came with an innate Purple Mansion; Weiwei could weave clouds and summon rain, forever clutching a fluffy cloud; Liuli had the Nine Orifices Exquisite Heart, able to discern good from evil at a glance; Bing’er inherited Yan Zhen and Yi Xian’er’s Gangsha Unity—and could even wield gang or sha independently; Yuan Yuan was a natural Fire Charm, already a pint-sized temptress at not yet seven, capable of batting her lashes flirtatiously at her own father; Yun’er was a born sword fetus who could already perform Sword Flight at her tender age. Just days ago, she’d comprehended Sword Intent, and Qingping Sword Saint was preparing to take her as a pupil.
Owing to Yan Zhen’s Flame Emperor bloodline, Yan Yan and Yan Lingji had already attained the Xuan Saint Realm. Weiwei and Liuli lagged slightly at Nine Turns Half-Saint, needing to achieve sainthood through their own efforts. Bing’er and Yuan Yuan stood at Seven Turns Half-Saint, while Yun’er had begun life at Ninth-Rank Supreme, advancing to One-Turn Half-Saint after her full moon.
As the eldest and strongest, Yan’er had become the undisputed leader of the pack, herding her sisters on daily adventures hither and yon. Aside from Bing’er and Yuan Yuan, the other four revered her as “big sis.” Liuli downright idolized Flame Sis and thought she was the coolest!
Bing’er and Yuan Yuan showed hints of precocity, with Bing’er in particular affecting an air of worldly wisdom, as if she’d lived for decades. Yan Zhen had probed her Sea of Consciousness and confirmed she wasn’t some ancient mighty one’s reincarnation—just putting on a show to keep pace with Yan’er.
Their names made it obvious they were fire and ice personified. For the record, Yi Xian’er had chosen “Yan Bing.” As for Yuan Yuan, she was forever prattling about ladylike behavior, carrying herself like a miniature noblewoman and insisting on dark skirts.
Yan Zhen found it exasperating, but Ji Ya doted on dressing her daughter like a living doll, swapping outfits every day.
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