He had just tried to slightly move his stiff body to a more comfortable position when he felt a warm, soft, and fragrant body, like a vine, tightly press against him from the side, seamlessly fitting into his embrace.
Wan’er’s face was right in front of him. What made Shen Mo’s heart skip a beat even more was the look in Su Wan’er’s eyes at that moment.
It lacked her usual calmness, replaced by a straightforward, passionate desire.
“Mo’er…”
“Let’s have a child.”
As if driven by some instinct, or swept away by this sudden torrent of passion, his body reacted before his mind.
“… Okay.”
He responded instinctively. She kissed him again.
This kiss was unlike the brief, gentle one on his forehead earlier— it carried an irresistible force, prying open his lips, slightly parted in surprise, and swept in, conquering everything.
On the plain, a newly sprouted shoot arched its yellow-green back, gently swaying in the still-soft evening breeze.
The air currents in the distance began to stir, the wind grew fiercer, turning into a tangible turbulent flow that wrapped around the slender stem from all sides.
The shoot was bent down, almost pressed flat against the ground.
Every time it tried to rise during a lull in the wind, an even more brutal draft would swoop down immediately, pressing it deeper into the trembling grass.
The wind passed through the tiniest gaps between leaves, measuring and imprinting every inch of its outline.
Every breath of the shoot was filled with a moist, sticky sensation.
From the softest tip all the way to where it was buried deep in the soil.
Even the roots were completely enveloped by this force.
Finally, during a brief pause in the wind, it had completely changed its posture.
Every leaf spread toward the direction of the wind, wet and glistening, bearing dewdrops of submission and acceptance.
……
Beside the Cold Jade Nest in the Spirit Beast Garden on Jiaoyue Peak.
Several days had passed.
The Spirit Kite Egg’s mutations grew more frequent— the cracks deepened day by day, the sword aura grew denser, silver light and cold air occasionally pulsed, and sword intent flickered, causing the spirit beasts in the garden to often become restless.
Through Butler Zheng’s reports, Shen Mo had been guarding it almost constantly these past few days.
During this time, Qin Shuying often summoned him, and he went to Heavenly Sword Peak every day as required, only to suffer another round of torment.
Only when he came to this Spirit Beast Garden did his troubled heart find a moment of peace.
He reached out and lightly touched the eggshell. It was warm, almost hot to the touch.
The little thing inside was moving, slowly and unhurriedly, as if choosing the right moment.
“Will it come out today?”
He muttered to himself, pouring spiritual spring water over the eggshell.
The water seeped in. The cracks on the shell deepened a bit more, faintly revealing a glimmer of golden light.
The golden light was bright, almost blinding. Shen Mo squinted and stepped back half a pace.
The twelve profound sword patterns on the egg’s body crazily moved, connected, and finally let out a clear “twang” like a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath, transforming into countless tiny light sword phantoms that rapidly spun around the egg!
“Is it hatching?”
Shen Mo suddenly stood up, both shocked and delighted.
He instinctively wanted to get closer but was forced back a step by the fierce sword intent.
Su Wan’er also arrived upon hearing the news and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
“Crack—!”
At the top of the eggshell, a tiny crack appeared.
Immediately, cracks spread like a spiderweb, covering the entire shell in an instant.
The shell didn’t peel off piece by piece—it burst apart from the inside!
Shen Mo stumbled backward, crashing into a shelf behind him.
A basket of spirit herbs spilled to the ground.
The golden light faded. He looked up.
Eggshell fragments were scattered on the dry hay, and in the middle of the fragments curled a small, balled-up thing.
The fluffy, wet chick he had expected did not appear.
In the center of the incubation platform, amidst the broken eggshells, curled a figure… about the size of a human infant!
The baby girl was as smooth as jade all over, emitting a faint, lustrous white light—not the wrinkled redness of a newborn.
She had a rare head of silvery-white fetal hair, like flowing moonlight, softly clinging to her forehead.
Her features were incredibly delicate. Her brows and eyes were tightly shut, and her tiny lips were a light pink.
Her small hands were clenched into fists, resting beside her face. Her breathing was shallow and slow.
Shen Mo stood dumbfounded.
The Sword Feather Spirit Kite was an ancient rare species with precious bloodline.
According to records, it was born with spiritual intelligence and understood human speech… but directly transforming? And into a human infant?
This was absolutely unheard of!
Su Wan’er was equally stunned.
“A person hatched from a Spirit Kite egg?”
He crouched down, reached out his hand, wanting to pick her up.
The moment his fingertip touched her skin, the baby’s eyes suddenly opened.
Those eyes were silver—a very pale silver, like moonlight condensed into water, or the cold gleam of a blade.
“This… this is—”
Shen Mo’s voice failed him. He almost thought he was hallucinating.
Su Wan’er also frowned, stepping forward to carefully sense.
“It is indeed a Sword Feather Spirit Kite, but…”
The curled-up silver-haired baby girl sensed the familiar mental connection with Shen Mo.
Her long, silvery-white eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.
The moment she opened her eyes, the aura around her changed abruptly!
It was no longer just introverted— it was as if some seal had been released, rising step by step!
“Humm—!”
All the spirit beasts in the garden, regardless of rank, prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling and whimpering in fear.
Then, the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth was drawn in, spontaneously converging into a visible small vortex!
At the center was the silver-haired baby girl.
Her body began to grow and change visibly within the spiritual energy vortex!
Like a bamboo shoot in fast-forward. From bud to full bloom took only a few breaths.
Her slender limbs stretched, her figure grew taller.
The roundness of infancy quickly faded, revealing the budding, immature yet graceful curves of a young maiden.
Her silvery-white hair grew and spread as if alive, cascading down to her ankles.
The tips moved without wind, flowing with a moonlight-like luster.
Her skin became even more translucent, yet showed a healthy warm pink.
In just a few breaths, the silver-haired baby girl had vanished, replaced by a tall, elegant silver-haired young maiden!
She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender, straight figure, skin like snow, so delicate it seemed it could be broken by a touch.
That head of silvery-white hair was like a waterfall woven from moonlight, falling straight to her ankles.
The tips moved without wind, with faint, fine ice crystals sparkling.
She had no clothes on, but her skin was veiled in a faint, hazy halo of pure ice spiritual power, just enough to cover her vital parts.
Her features inherited the delicacy of infancy, but had shed all childishness.
Her pupils were an extremely rare ice blue, clear and transparent, like the heart of a ten-thousand-year-old frozen pool, yet strangely reflecting a warm vitality.
At this moment, she was looking blankly but intently at the only existence nearby: Shen Mo.
Their eyes met.
She moved. With a light tap of her bare foot on the Cold Jade, the maiden floated to the ground, her movements graceful.
Shen Mo stared blankly at the silver-haired maiden before him— hatched from the spirit egg he had cared for for years, grown up in an instant, beautiful beyond mortal. His mind went completely blank.
He even forgot to breathe.