Legend has it that in the underworld, there exist two beings known as Black and White Impermanence.
Their standing isn't solely due to power—rather, it is said that they possess the Body of Impermanence, allowing them to move freely between the realms of the living and the dead. Wherever they go, none can hide. No matter how dangerous or remote the place, if they come to reap a soul, there is no escape.
When they act, even True Immortals cannot prevent them from extracting the soul and primordial spirit.
Though Black and White Impermanence may not appear especially exalted, in the underworld, they are absolute powerhouses. Countless ghost clans revere them, and even those with great divine abilities do not dare to underestimate them.
This alone speaks to how formidable the Body of Impermanence is—no less than any divine or sacred body.
"Good, good. Since she has the Body of Impermanence, then her name shall be Wuchang—Yi Wuchang."
Yi Tianxing nodded with a smile and gently picked up the newborn child. As he held her, a deep, mysterious sensation welled up in his heart—a profound connection of bloodline.
"I'm useless… I couldn't give you a prince," Nie Xiaoqian said softly, with a touch of guilt on her face.
"Daughters are even better. They're like little cotton jackets for the heart."
Yi Tianxing chuckled. "Boys or girls, it makes no difference to me. Look at how great this is—I now have three little cotton jackets. Even the coldest winters won't bother me."
As he spoke, he playfully teased little Wuchang in his arms.
"Father, is our third little sister really called Wuchang?" Yi Xianhuang blinked her eyes excitedly at the baby in his arms, full of joy. With a new little sister, she'd have another playmate in the palace—no more boredom.
"Yes, she's your third sister. As the elder, you must take good care of your younger sisters."
Yi Tianxing smiled as he replied.
"Little sister, little sister!" Yi Xianling echoed cheerfully.
"Wuchang's future will surely be extraordinary. As expected, the Great Yi Dynasty is overflowing with fortune. Every royal child is born with a unique constitution."
Lian Xing smiled warmly. The Great Yi wasn't just the leading dynasty of the human race—it had ascended to become a Great Dao Dynasty, one no longer governed by the will of Heaven. Not even the Heavenly Dao could fully suppress it. The dynasty's fortune was immense, its virtue boundless.
As the ruler of such a dynasty, every royal descendant was born with the essence of its fate. It was nearly impossible for them to be ordinary.
Yi Xianhuang was like this. Yi Xianling was like this. And now, so was Yi Wuchang.
Their fortunes were unstoppable.
"Don't worry. Whether sons or daughters, I'll treat them all the same. There's no distinction in my eyes."
Yi Tianxing repeated gently.
"Yes!!"
At that moment, Yao Yue furrowed her brow slightly and pressed a hand to her belly.
"Yao Yue, what's wrong?"
Yi Tianxing immediately turned to her with concern.
"I think… I think I'm going into labor."
A hint of pain crossed her face as she spoke.
"Now? At this very moment?"
Even Yi Tianxing was momentarily stunned. But he quickly recovered and ordered, "Hurry! Return to Mingyue Palace. Midwives, go at once. Prepare everything needed immediately!"
"Move quickly!"
Cai Yan and the other concubines immediately sprang into action. Matters like this were already second nature in the inner palace, and the midwives were always on standby. They swiftly escorted Yao Yue to Mingyue Palace.
"Xiaoqian…"
Yi Tianxing turned apologetically to Nie Xiaoqian. He should have stayed by her side at this moment.
"My lord, go on. I'm fine. With my constitution, I'll recover quickly. We're cultivators, not mortals—our vitality returns fast. I'll come to Mingyue Palace later to visit Sister Yao Yue."
Nie Xiaoqian smiled reassuringly.
"Very well. I'll head there first."
Yi Tianxing nodded and gently placed little Wuchang beside her. "I obtained some Celestial Fruit on Skyhawk Island. The Celestial Essence within can wash the marrow and cleanse the muscles of children—enhancing their potential and refining their physiques. We'll prepare a soak for them in a few days to strengthen their foundation."
Then, he turned and left.
Upon arriving at Mingyue Palace, he found it bustling with palace maids. Inside, the sounds of labor echoed through the air.
"Please, let there be no complications—may mother and child be safe," Yi Tianxing murmured as he paced outside anxiously.
"Today really is a blessed day—one joyous event after another," Cai Yan said with a smile. "I wonder if Sister Yao Yue will give birth to a prince this time."
Indeed, it was a joyous occasion. Nie Xiaoqian had just given birth, and now Yao Yue was in labor. The Yi family would soon welcome another child into their lineage.
As for any future battle for the throne?
Cai Yan knew very well that there was no contest. As long as Yi Tianxing lived, no one could challenge his position as ruler of the dynasty. Cultivators lived for ages—none of the princes could hope to replace him for centuries. So there was no need to worry.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Lian Xing let out a cry and clutched her abdomen, her face turning pale.
"Don't tell me… you're going into labor too?"
Cai Yan stared at her, dumbfounded. She looked up at the sky, wondering if the sun had risen from the west today. This was just too coincidental.
"I think… I think the baby wants to come out," Lian Xing said, her forehead already beaded with sweat.
"Haha, what kind of blessed day is this? There should be magpies arriving to announce fortune." Yi Tianxing laughed and gave the order to escort Lian Xing to Fei Xing Palace with a full team of midwives and attendants.
"Zhao Ji… I guess you're the only one left. Don't tell me you're giving birth today too?"
Yi Tianxing looked oddly at Cai Yan.
Cai Yan had long passed the usual gestation period, but her baby had yet to be born.
"No, I don't feel any signs. The baby is still drawing nutrients and doesn't seem ready. It'll take a little longer."
She smiled and touched her belly. For cultivators, longer pregnancies often meant stronger births—though everything still had to follow the natural laws.
With both Yao Yue and Lian Xing going into labor, things had certainly taken an unexpected turn.
Luckily, their palaces were close, and Yi Tianxing could appear anywhere instantly. He wasn't worried about missing anything.
Still, a hint of nervousness lingered on his face.
"Look, an omen!"
"A huge moon?"
"No—it's a laurel tree. A Moon Laurel Tree!"
"It's said that a divine Innate Spiritual Root—the Moon Laurel—grows on the moon itself. Could this be that legendary tree?"
Above Mingyue Palace, a massive Moon Laurel Tree emerged in the sky. A giant moon hung above, bathing the palace in soft moonlight. Moon-petals floated gently in the air, and a faint, sweet fragrance filled the breeze. Beneath the tree, a white Moon Rabbit seemed to be pounding medicine.
Waaaah! Waaaah!
Amid the moonlight, the crisp cries of a newborn rang out from the palace—bright and resonant.
With the baby's cry, countless exotic flowers across the palace burst into bloom. The air was filled with floral fragrance.
"A hundred flowers bloom, fragrance lingers... such an omen—Yao Yue's child must possess an extraordinary physique."
Cai Yan laughed softly.
"Indeed. The greater the omen, the rarer the physique," Snake Concubine murmured.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Yao Yue has given birth to a healthy princess!" a midwife said, her face glowing with joy.
"Wonderful—another little cotton jacket."
Yi Tianxing smiled warmly. But then he looked at the sky and muttered to himself, Why did I say 'another'? Do I have too many cotton jackets now?
He chuckled, brushing away the fleeting melancholy, and stepped into the palace.
Inside, he saw a baby girl, delicate and exquisite. Her skin glowed like ice jade, and cold mist swirled around her. The air had crystallized with ice. Hot water had frozen solid—but the girl was perfectly fine, blinking curiously around her. In the center of her brow, a vivid Moon Rabbit shimmered faintly.
"Taiyin Moon Rabbit, Ice Soul Divine Body."
Yi Tianxing's eyes lit up. This constitution was mighty—at its peak, it could freeze the heavens, even freeze time itself.
"Let's name her," Yao Yue said gently, gazing at the child with a radiant motherly glow.
"She shall be called Yi Yuehua—Princess Yuehua."
Yi Tianxing decided after brief thought.
"Yuehua… Princess Yuehua," Yao Yue whispered, nodding. "Lian Xing is still in labor—you should check on her. I'm fine now. Yuehua is in my care."
"Alright, I'll go see her."
Yi Tianxing kissed her forehead and left.
He soon appeared at Fei Xing Palace.
The skies above swirled with storm clouds. Wind howled, lightning flashed, and thunder roared—like a great tempest brewing.
"Another little cotton jacket?" Yi Tianxing murmured.