CHAPTER 711: CHAPTER 707: ISSUING THE ’INDUCED LABOR’ NOTICE

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Xie Jingchen instantly understood.

Indeed, a naive voice echoed in Xie Jingchen’s mind—

[Man, where is the Spirit Lord?] Tao Nu’s slightly childish voice anxiously replied.

Xie Jingchen’s tiger-like eyes flashed a trace of surprise, and with equal excitement, he communicated his wife’s situation to Tao Nu using spiritual power.

[Tao Nu, is there any way to resolve this situation with the Spirit Lord? If she does not wake up soon, both she and the child in her womb... will be in danger!]

The thought of the peril his beloved wife was about to face made him extremely oppressed.

It was no longer a question of whether the child could be saved, but rather the longer Yan Jinsu remained unconscious, the more serious her condition would become.

Especially since the doctors had already issued a notice for an induced labor.

This decision was very difficult for Xie Jingchen to make.

If his little wife woke to find the child she risked her life to save...

The thought alone left Xie Jingchen feeling devastated.

He also couldn’t make such a decision; until the last moment, he couldn’t disregard his wife’s wish.

To him, his wife and child were his life!

Of course, if it came to an unavoidable decision, Xie Jingchen’s first choice would naturally be to save his wife.

It’s just, he feared that with this decision, his wife, feeling her body’s state, might have an even weaker will to live!

[Man, without the Spirit Lord here, Tao Nu cannot be sure if the Spirit Lord can be saved. Please bring the Spirit Lord here as soon as possible, as soon as possible!]

As Tao Nu thought of the Spirit Lord in trouble, the Holy Peach Tree shook more violently, and the pink and white petals scattered further and further...

However, Yan Jinsu was too far from its main body. And it, merely a Tree Spirit of low ranking, couldn’t move freely!

[Alright! I’ll immediately arrange it!] As long as there was a chance, Xie Jingchen would not give up.

Moreover, given his wife’s condition, he could only hope Tao Nu would be helpful in bringing her around!

[Quick, quick...]

Xie Jingchen wanted to convey something else but realized that the petal on his forehead had already drifted away with the wind, and the previously naive voice simultaneously vanished from his mind.

Meanwhile, the previously active Tao Nu Spiritual Body in Tanning Temple suddenly retracted.

Xie Jingchen became anxious: Did Tao Nu overuse its spiritual power?

With this thought, Xie Jingchen took out a Crystal Core from the Space Button, pretended to fish it out of his pocket, held it in his palm, and then made a gesture of stroking the Holy Peach Tree, pressing the Crystal Core against the trunk—

Instantly, the gluttonous Tao Nu absorbed the Crystal Core into the trunk as if nothing happened.

Xie Jingchen sensed Tao Nu’s childish behavior and his thin lips slightly curved, revealing a faint smile, but it was so shallow and quick that no one but Tao Nu noticed.

[Tao Nu, I’m relieved you’re alright. I’ll bring the Spirit Lord over soon, so you better start gathering energy quickly. Whether or not the Spirit Lord can be saved, it all depends on you.]

Xie Jingchen’s mind no longer echoed with voices, but the branches of the Holy Peach Tree swayed slightly, as if a child were waving goodbye.

Seeing this gesture, if one hadn’t experienced it personally, who could believe it? Not to call it crazy would be an understatement. With this in mind, Xie Jingchen managed to summon a smile for the first time in a month, but alas, it was merely a wry, helpless smile.

If he had any other way, why would he pin his hopes on such ’supernatural’ phenomena? He was simply treating a dying horse as if it were alive.

His sensitive ears twitched, and Xie Jingchen’s tiger-like eyes darkened: They’re coming.

"Good, their movements are really swift!" Xie Jingchen muttered to himself, his eyes burning with a deep, tangible rage.

If it weren’t for these relentless foreign organizations, how could his beloved wife and his unborn child have to endure such torment?

Thinking that this was the Holy Peach Tree’s main body, he was afraid of accidentally destroying it. Then the ’dead end’ of saving his wife would truly be closed off!

He suppressed the raging fury in his heart and slowly walked back the way he came, passing through the lush forest until he arrived at the small forest path in front of the mountain temple.

Tan Ning Temple, due to the Shantian Organization’s persistent targeting of the place, was occasionally visited, and the temple had seen no fewer than ten bloodbaths, though they had avoided any horrendous murders. Eventually, this provoked Rong Fang to designate it a restricted area for military affairs, patrolled by their soldiers.

This, in turn, made the Shantian Organization restrain themselves somewhat, but they remained convinced that the ’Source Mother Fungus’ must still be in these mountains. They just couldn’t pinpoint the exact location since the object might be buried deep underground, which is why their searches had always come up empty.

It was hard to say whether the Shantian Organization was being too stubborn or their ’Intuition’ was just too accurate. After dozens of searches, they still refused to give up, only making Xie Jingchen more determined:

Those special ’Source Mother Fungus’ in their hands were indeed running out.

Just as Xie Jingchen approached the temple, he nimbly evaded an incoming thunderous strike from behind as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He rolled to the ground, ending up directly opposite his attacker.

Within the range covered by his spiritual power, eighteen black-clad figures suddenly appeared, each wielding a Willow Leaf Saber.

"Samurai?" Xie Jingchen glanced at them disdainfully, his eyes passing indifferently over the only black-clad man in front, and he looked around with scorn, mocking at the man’s back:

"Come out now, I want to see how remarkable your Hermit is! Oh right, don’t bring your national treasures here to China, you despicable mixed breeds."

To the Chinese, such national treasures of the other side were nothing but petty tricks.

As he spoke, Xie Jingchen took a branch from a tree close behind him about the thickness of his arm and about one meter and sixty-seven centimeters long.

While talking, he also snapped off the knots of the branch, turning it into a handy wooden stick.

It wasn’t that Xie Jingchen wanted to discuss fairness and justice with the petty.

He chose not to use firearms against his enemies because he wanted to crush their confidence in the area they were most proud of!

Samurai? Hermits?

Hmph, he, Xie Jingchen, would like to see just how impressive they were!

"Courting death!" The first black-clad figure to appear, wearing a Evil Ghost Mask, heard Xie Jingchen’s disdainful words, and immediately cried out sternly, then he moved.

Knowing that Xie Jingchen was aware of their presence, the man seemed unsurprised. He simply raised his saber, holding it across his chest contemptuously as he looked at the wooden stick in Xie Jingchen’s hand, and with a shout, he charged at Xie Jingchen—

Xie Jingchen was unafraid, nimbly sidestepping. His long legs powered a leap into the air as he raised his wooden stick, his lips pursed with effort, his sharp tiger-like eyes half-closed, he struck down with all his might.

Xie Jingchen’s move not only evaded the horizontal thrust of the Evil Ghost Mask but also allowed for an agile counterattack.

Regrettably, the figure in the Evil Ghost Mask was not inexperienced, and managed to agilely dodge Xie Jingchen’s thunderous strike. He spun around with a direct stab, his force strong as if carrying thousands of pounds, creating a piercing whistling sound—