The Imperial Emperor and his many subordinates looked towards the court.
A group of people dressed in white robes, holding swords, rode in from the right path.
At this moment, another group of people dressed in black cloaks galloped towards them from the left path.
Although these people held no weapons, the faces hidden beneath their hooded cloaks, their features obscured, each bore a pair of green eyes.
Among these people, there were also a few whose facial features were visible.
The Imperial Emperor looked from afar at the approaching riders.
With sharp eyes, he quickly recognized their identities.
"It's people from our own tribe, and a group of faceless evil spirits, ha!"
The Imperial Emperor maintained a disdainful cold smile.
"Transmit my command, Iron Cavalry, deploy and annihilate them all, leave none alive!"
The commander of the Iron Cavalry stepped forward to receive the order.
"Yes, your subject obeys!"
Instantly, slaughter erupted, blades clashed, and flesh flew.
Three forces, two encircling.
Several of the Iron Cavalry and Imperial Guards were injured.
Horses screamed, rolling forward and backward, the riders on their backs engaged in sword combat.
The scene descended into chaos, the fighting fierce. Those not on horseback fought with sabers, and in the confusion, people trampled and killed each other, screams filling the air.
In this chaotic era.
Du Chun, Ouyang Qinglin, Nangong Li, Duan Xifeng, Meng Qinghua, Leng, and the Flood Dragon A Mu were all confronting those brought by the Imperial Emperor.
Four of them, clutching their robes, dared not move an inch from their positions, even as a barrage of arrows rained down and enemies swung their swords.
And besides the four who held their robes firmly, Meng Qinghua, Nangong Li, and the others who arrived later, coordinated their movements with great tacit understanding, protecting Gu Qianying.
At the same time, they also shielded the four who were holding their robes.
Inside, Lu Zhu and the maidservant Wuzi attended to Gu Qianying, one supporting her, the other kneeling beneath her skirt.
"Mistress, push harder, Mistress, you must persevere, push, Mistress~"
Despite her panic, Wuzi's hands were steady.
However, the child in her mistress's womb had yet to show itself.
Nearly an hour had passed, and their sect leader was almost unable to hold on.
Wuzi, crying, knelt on the ground, cheering Gu Qianying on.
After putting the pill into Gu Qianying's mouth, Lu Zhu wiped the sweat from Gu Qianying's face while encouraging her in her ear.
"Miss, keep going, you can do it! Miss, keep going." Lu Zhu's eyes were red.
"I... it hurts so much... so much!"
Her body was drenched in sweat, and strands of hair on her cheeks stuck to her face.
Gu Qianying strained, her voice a little weak.
At this moment, only one person's image was in her mind.
Nangong Mo!
I'm giving birth, and you're not by my side, Nangong Mo... it hurts so much, I'm not done with you!"
She cursed someone in her heart.
The "tears" at the corners of her eyes slid down, merging with the sweat on her body.
The contractions continued.
Gu Qianying herself did not know how much she missed Nangong Mo at this moment.
The sounds of fighting outside continued.
Bai Ze, seemingly "isolated from the world," fixed his burning gaze on the place about to open, looking towards Xuan Kong Sect.
"Xuan Ling~ Xuan Ling~"
He kept repeating a name.
Due to his powerful spiritual energy, the arrows that fell only grazed past him, harming him not at all.
However... at this moment, Gu Qianying, his contracted master, could not possibly sense what was in his heart.
The scene was a river of blood, the sounds of fighting never ceasing.
"Creak..."
The door to the secret chamber slowly opened.
A white light instantly flashed.
The sky, obscured by dark clouds, cleared at this moment. Speckles of purple light shot down from the vast heavens, directly into the secret chamber, merging with the white light radiating powerful spiritual energy.
Following this, as the white light within the chamber faded, a woman with horns on her head, dressed in white, exuding ethereal grace, emerged from the secret chamber.
As she stepped out, white lotuses bloomed wherever her jade feet touched.
The woman's face was covered by a veil, her features hidden.
Her appearance drew the attention of everyone present.
"It's Xuan Ling! Xuan Ling has been born!"
Amidst the exclamations, the combatants ceased fighting and all turned their gaze towards the woman in white.
Everyone who looked at her displayed intense greed in their eyes.
And among the crowd, besides Gu Qianying's group, only Bai Ze, with misty eyes and a hoarse voice, whispered, "Xuan Ling!"
He walked step by step towards the woman in white.
At the same moment.
The cry of a baby suddenly rang out.
This was immediately followed by the cheers of Lu Zhu and the maidservant Wuzi.
"Our Mistress has given birth! She's given birth!"
"It's a little prince!"
The bloody infant, not yet cleaned, was held in Wuzi's arms, without any swaddling.
Wuzi tore off her own dress and wrapped the infant, whose eyes had not yet opened.
Lu Zhu knelt on the ground, attending to Gu Qianying.
"Princess Consort, it's a little prince."
Lu Zhu reported softly in Gu Qianying's ear.
Gu Qianying weakly opened her eyes, listening to Lu Zhu speak of her child.
Unable to speak, she laboriously raised her jade hand.
Lu Zhu quickly grasped Gu Qianying's hand, her face full of concern, "Princess Consort, what do you wish to do?"
"The child... give me my child..."
Gu Qianying's voice was very weak and soft.
Lu Zhu could barely hear her clearly.
"Alright, alright, Princess Consort, you wish to hold the child."
"Wuzi, quickly bring the little prince here."
Wuzi complied, holding the infant in her arms and leaning forward.
The infant was small, with dark hair, and its skin was wrinkled and unformed.
Looking at the infant in Wuzi's arms, a relieved smile appeared on Gu Qianying's lips.
This was her son!
The son of her and Nangong Mo!
She stared intently at the infant in Wuzi's arms.
As a mother, she could not look enough at her son.
"Let me hold him."
Gu Qianying extended her hand.
Seeing this, Wuzi quickly handed the infant in her arms to Gu Qianying.
The moment the infant entered Gu Qianying's embrace, it suddenly, abruptly opened its eyes.
Gu Qianying trembled all over.
Beside her, Lu Zhu and Wuzi's eyes widened in shock.
Those captivating purple eyes.
The instant the infant in Gu Qianying's arms opened its eyes.
Around everyone present, the deceased individuals began to emit a wisp of purple mist from their bodies.
The fresh red blood was instantly absorbed, and several wisps of purple mist were drawn from all directions towards a single point.
Suddenly, the infant's eyes became even brighter.
Gu Qianying, Wuzi, and Lu Zhu looked on in astonishment.
Outside, Ouyang Qinglin, Du Chun, and the others heard the baby's cry and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling happy.
They were happy for Gu Qianying.
However... as the purple mist surged, these few were momentarily stunned.
They did not understand what they were seeing.
Xuan Ling was born, and Gu Qianying was giving birth.
The crowd seemed to lean more towards Xuan Ling, desiring Xuan Ling more, thus overlooking the commotion on Gu Qianying's side.
And they overlooked the fact that Gu Qianying had given birth to a prince with blue eyes...