Chapter 1104: Martial Realm Update
Seeing Liu Zixuan return safely, everyone at the table in the living room breathed a huge sigh of relief and smiled as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Zhao Yi, holding the baby in his arms, smiled at Liu Zixuan and said, "This little guy was clamoring to see his godfather early on. All the other sister-in-laws have given him their welcome gifts, only yours is missing!"
Liu Zixuan rolled his eyes at Zhao Yi, "Can you exaggerate a bit more? How can such a tiny child already be speaking?"
"That’s just a sign of missing you!" Zhao Yi chuckled.
Liu Zixuan took the baby from Zhao Yi’s arms, looking at the delicate little face, the skin like creamy jade, and asked with a smile, "Have you named him yet?"
"Not yet decided." Zhao Yi scratched his head, "Neither Nannan nor I have much education, so we thought we’d ask a few sister-in-laws to help, but after discussing it, they all said to wait for you to come out and hand this daunting task over to you!"
Liu Zixuan glanced at the beautiful women around him, "You really won’t let me have a moment’s rest, will you?"
"Well, you’re the child’s godfather!" Liu Ruyan pouted playfully at him.
Liu Zixuan raised his eyebrows, "Luckily, I’m the godfather. Otherwise, Zhao Yi would probably be fighting me to the death!"
"You bastard!" Zhao Yi cursed directly.
Liu Zixuan lowered his head to carefully study the baby in his arms. Although the features were not yet fully defined, the prominent eyebrow above the large eyes was particularly striking.
According to medical science, a newborn’s eyebrows are almost invisible; even if visible, they’re just two lines. Yet, this baby, only two months old, already had clearly visible eyebrows.
Moreover, the eyebrows seemed to be on the verge of joining in the middle, and the earlobes were slightly thick and large, giving him a rather fortunate appearance.
"Boy or girl?" Liu Zixuan asked.
"Boy, he’s four days shy of two months now. He was born on the night of a full moon," Zhao Yi explained.
"With the chaos in both the martial and business worlds, this child could be considered born in troubled times in ancient terms. Two eyebrows becoming one, thick earlobes, a face full of luck; he could be a little lucky star born amid the chaos."
Liu Zixuan murmured for a moment and then smiled, "How about naming him Zhao Yunxiao?"
"Yunxiao?" Bai Jingjing muttered, "It doesn’t seem to relate to what you were just mumbling about!"
"’Yun’ as in auspicious clouds, to signify luck, and ’xiao’ from the term for a hero, meaning for him to become a hero who brings stability amid chaos, under the guard of auspicious clouds," Liu Zixuan explained.
Everyone exchanged glances, then nodded, agreeing with the name.
Zhao Yi pinched the baby’s cheek with a smile, "Son, you’ll be called Yunxiao from now on!"
Yunxiao, I must say, it’s quite a fitting name!
Liu Zixuan handed the child to Bai Jingjing beside him, "You guys look after him for a while; I’m going to chat with Zhao Yi and the others. I’ve been out of contact for too long and need to catch up on current affairs."
Bai Jingjing and the other beautiful women nodded and walked towards the side hall, leaving only Zhao Yi, Liu Zixuan, Gu Yu, and Mo Chengfeng in the main living room.
Liu Zixuan lit another cigarette and asked, "Have there been any major events recently?"
"That depends on what you mean by ’recently’!" Gu Yu replied with a playful smile.
"How long was I in seclusion this time? It feels like you guys have lived through half a century." Liu Zixuan questioned suspiciously.
"I just mentioned my child is four days short of two months old, and you went into seclusion three days before he was born, so you’re one day short of exactly two months in seclusion," Zhao Yi spread his hands.
Liu Zixuan pinched his forehead, having no sense of time in that cave. Of course, he didn’t have the luxury to ponder over time as he endured unbearable torments daily and passed out for quite a while after the thirteen Ghost Gate Needles took effect.
Adding it all up, it had already been two months!
"Doesn’t that mean the Yudu battle of the hundred-day agreement is very near?" Liu Zixuan frowned.
Mo Chengfeng nodded, "Since you returned from Willow Association, you stayed in Lingxiu Village for a while, then went to the Jiang Family, and after returning, you’ve been in and out of seclusion multiple times. In total, it’s been eighty-nine days, meaning, if everything goes as initially planned, tomorrow is when the Nether Palm Injury would take its toll, and you’ll die!"
"Brother Xuan, that Nether Palm Injury..." Zhao Yi hesitated to finish.
"It’s healed," Liu Zixuan laughed.
Yet, his heart was secretly rejoicing; it’s fortunate the seclusion was timely, as tomorrow marks the three-month limit. If the Nether Palm Injury wasn’t healed during seclusion, he wouldn’t be sitting here, but rather, Zhao Yi and the others would be preparing a coffin for him!
"That’s good!"
Everyone collectively breathed a sigh of relief, and Gu Yu added, "There are eleven days left until the Yudu battle, and counting the time needed for travel, it’s less than ten days."
"What’s the situation outside now?" Liu Zixuan asked.
Mo Chengfeng shook his head, "Not good; a lot has happened during your seclusion."
"After the Netherworld Hall and Dragon Spirit suffered losses from us, they turned their attention to other Hidden Sects. The external businesses placed by major Hidden Sects and branches of Hidden Families were either destroyed by Netherworld Hall and Dragon Spirit or recalled to headquarters."
"This was expected." Liu Zixuan nodded.
"However, some news was beyond anyone’s expectations," Zhao Yi sighed. "Two Hidden Sects have been wiped out!"
"Which two?" Liu Zixuan asked tensely.
"Do you remember the White Cloud Sect that wanted to select Tongtong back then?"
"I remember. At that time, the White Cloud Sect appreciated Tongtong’s talent, but Tongtong insisted on going to Ghost Valley Sect with Ripple."
"The entire White Cloud Sect was killed overnight without any warning. That day shook the entire Star Sea Martial Realm," Zhao Yi snorted coldly. "The Dragon Spirit bastards truly have no conscience; if it weren’t for their secret intervention, the White Cloud Sect wouldn’t have been so easily destroyed by the Netherworld Hall!"
Liu Zixuan clenched his fist, "And what about the other one?"
"The Golden Saber Sect I went to in the past!" Zhao Yi’s face was filled with furious expression, "Not long ago, while out on a training trip, I made a special visit to see my friends there, only to find out later that it was the last time. If I hadn’t returned then, maybe..."
"There’s no ’maybe’." Liu Zixuan interrupted Zhao Yi, knowing what Zhao Yi meant. If he hadn’t returned, he would have perished with the Golden Saber Sect, but the fact that he’s alive now is just fate, fate that shouldn’t end!
Zhao Yi picked up the cigarette Liu Zixuan placed on the table, lit it, and took several deep puffs, "Besides that, other Hidden Sects have also suffered varying degrees of damage..."