Three Sentences That Made My Ex-Wife Spit Blood - Chapter 62

Wen Huaxi immediately suspected that Gu Lian had returned for the Spring Festival gathering. That would explain why Yan Qinglan was suddenly avoiding her and why Yan Mingzhu had not appeared in the past few days.

She hesitated, but the people Yan Qinglan had left behind stopped her from going out.

Thinking about the restriction placed on Yan Mingzhu, Wen Huaxi could only return to her room and send a message to Yan Qinglan from her phone.

At the same time, Yan Qinglan was still in discussion with Meng Qingzhou.

She hoped Meng Qingzhou could go to the Yan household to check on Yan Mingzhu’s safety.

Meng Qingzhou had no desire to deal with members of the Gu family and was focused only on getting back to the martial world.

When Yan Qinglan received Wen Huaxi’s message, she made her decision.

She comforted Wen Huaxi briefly, then sent a message to the people she had stationed at the house. She told them to keep Yan Mingzhu in the courtyard, but not to let her enter the house. Until she returned, they were not to allow any contact between Yan Mingzhu and Wen Huaxi.

Thinking back to how Yan Mingzhu had looked dazed and unstable when she accepted Yan Qingqing as part of the family, Yan Qinglan felt a chill down her spine.

“I know who has information about the sacred artifact. Gu Lian is not here right now. Do you want to come with me?” Yan Qinglan looked at Meng Qingzhou.

Meng Qingzhou hesitated for a while but was eventually dragged into the car by Yan Qinglan.

“Yan Qinglan, seriously. How someone like you has a wife… Huaxi must have been blind.”

That was also why, after sensing a strong aura of the sacred artifact on Wen Huaxi, Meng Qingzhou had abandoned Yan Qinglan without hesitation and tried to win over Wen Huaxi instead.

“I’m not like this with her,” Yan Qinglan rolled her eyes. Who would treat their wife that roughly?

“You’ve got the potential for ancient cultivation. Want to spar a little later?” Yan Qinglan was even a bit excited at the thought.

“If there’s time,” Meng Qingzhou replied. She was curious to see how far someone with natural talent like Yan Qinglan could go without formal training.

“By the way, do you know how your name was chosen?” Meng Qingzhou asked.

Even with the car speeding down the road, she was still talking like it was a casual stroll. Yan Qinglan started to realize that ancient cultivators had a very different presence.

“My mom said she had my fortune read. They said I lacked water in my five elements, so she chose these two characters. Why?”

Meng Qingzhou shook her head and gave her a meaningful look.

“The character ‘Qing’ in your name and the one in mine come from the same generational name. People in our world share those characters. Someone like that Yan Qingqing you mentioned probably doesn’t belong to the martial world but still wants to associate herself with it.”

Yan Qinglan lowered her gaze and began to think. According to Gu Lian, Yan Qingqing was the child of him and Yan Mingzhu.

Gu Lian was from the Gu family. If what Meng Qingzhou said was true, then shouldn’t Yan Qingqing’s name be Yan Qingqing, not with a duplicate character?

The name alone was already a mess. Yan Qinglan felt a little dizzy.

In the end, it was unlikely that Yan Qingqing was truly Yan Mingzhu’s child. Going through all this effort just to bring her into the Yan family—could it really all be for the sacred artifact?

The car finally stopped.

Yan Qinglan stood on solid ground for a minute, feeling lightheaded. Meng Qingzhou waited patiently beside her.

“By the way, you just brought me back with you like this. Isn’t your wife going to be jealous?”

“This is business. I’ll explain it to her later,” Yan Qinglan said as she shook her head. “Let’s go.”

The two of them entered the house and immediately saw Yan Mingzhu sitting on a bench in the courtyard, looking slightly uneasy.

When she saw who was with Yan Qinglan, her pupils narrowed.

Yan Qinglan was certain that Yan Mingzhu recognized the person standing beside her as someone from the Meng family.

“There’s a strong scent of Gu poison,” Meng Qingzhou muttered with a frown. Now she understood why Yan Qinglan was so anxious about the situation.

Yan Qinglan and Wen Huaxi had both said they had no interest in the sacred artifact.

Normally, that would mean there was no reason to contact her this frequently in such a short time.

But if a close family member might be in danger, then it was different.

So the person Yan Qinglan had mentioned—the one connected to the sacred artifact—was this woman?

“Gu poison?” Yan Qinglan asked.

“I’ll explain later,” Meng Qingzhou replied, clearly reluctant to go near Yan Mingzhu.

This poison had likely been inside Yan Mingzhu for years. The evil energy was very strong.

If that Gu Lian really was from the Gu family, he had probably been exiled for using forbidden techniques.

“Mom, why are you here?” Yan Qinglan did not bring her into the house.

“I just wanted to come check on you two.” Yan Mingzhu reached out and held her hand.

Yan Qinglan felt her subtle hand movements and stayed quiet for the moment.

Yan Mingzhu explained where she had been for the past couple of days. Her story was vague, and once again she told Yan Qinglan not to interfere.

But things were already critical. Yan Qinglan could not just sit and do nothing.

She gently held her mother’s hand to stop her from saying more.

“And this is?” After a long pause, Yan Mingzhu finally looked toward Meng Qingzhou.

“A mutual friend. I brought her along for a visit.”

Yan Mingzhu didn’t ask further. She turned back to Yan Qinglan and started going over some reminders. She handed her all the New Year goods and gifts, then slowly got ready to leave, glancing back with every step.

Just before she could walk away, Yan Qinglan reached out and stopped her.

“Mom, there are probably a lot of people at home these days. Would you like to stay at my apartment instead? It’s quieter and more comfortable being on your own.”

Yan Mingzhu paused for a moment, then relaxed her expression.

“Then I’ll listen to you.”

After having the housekeeper escort Yan Mingzhu away, Meng Qingzhou finally spoke.

“If I’m not mistaken, your mother has been affected by dark sorcery from our side. It was the right call not to let her come into contact with Gu Lian. This kind of dark magic has its limits. In theory, avoiding direct contact can help reduce its effects.”

“Is there a way to break it?” Yan Qinglan felt her heart skip a beat.

As soon as the word “dark” came up, she knew this was going to be serious.

“That’s hard to say. The Meng family doesn’t specialize in healing. Let’s head inside first. Are you planning to talk this over with Huaxi?”

Yan Qinglan opened the door and answered flatly.

“Don’t call her so intimately. She’s my wife.”

“I know,” Meng Qingzhou waved her hand casually.

“Huaxi, Happy New Year. I brought you and the baby some gifts.” No sooner had she finished speaking than Meng Qingzhou stepped right into the room and grabbed Wen Huaxi’s hand.

“Miss Meng,” Wen Huaxi was caught off guard by her overwhelming enthusiasm. She instinctively took two steps back and stumbled into Yan Qinglan, finally feeling more at ease.

“Sister Qing…” Wen Huaxi was still feeling anxious. She reached for Yan Qinglan, silently asking to be held.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Don’t be scared. It’s over now.” Yan Qinglan kissed her gently on the forehead and helped her to the sofa.

Meng Qingzhou covered her eyes. She regretted being here already.

“Is Mom alright?” Wen Huaxi asked as she held onto Yan Qinglan. Yan Qinglan simply sat beside her and gave Meng Qingzhou a look, silently inviting her to make herself comfortable.

“She said it was a kind of dark Gu spell,” Yan Qinglan replied, gesturing with her chin toward Meng Qingzhou so Wen Huaxi would understand.

Wen Huaxi searched her memory, and the word connected with the shadow in her mind. It reminded her of what had taken Yan Mingzhu’s life in her past life.

Meng Qingzhou went to find a seat on her own and poured herself a cup of tea.

Wen Huaxi gave Yan Qinglan a nudge. No matter what, Meng Qingzhou was still a guest. They shouldn’t treat her this casually.

Yan Qinglan reluctantly called for someone to bring her some fruit.

Only then did Meng Qingzhou start talking.

“When it comes to Gu spells, the Yin and Gu families understand them best. The Meng family can’t compare. Our ancestor took a different path long ago, so our methods of cultivation also differ. But one thing is certain: what people call a sacred artifact also has another name. It’s known as the Sacred Gu.”

“If you’ve read any literature about Gu, you’ll have a rough idea. They can control people, they’re poisonous, and they’re used as a combat method. There are many variations, but I won’t go into detail. A long time ago, our martial world classified any Gu that could control people as dark magic and destroyed all known methods of refining them.”

That was why Meng Qingzhou found Gu Lian so intriguing.

Even if they couldn’t locate the sacred artifact, catching a fugitive who recklessly used forbidden magic on ordinary people would be a huge win.

“So, if you want to break this Gu spell, you’ll have to find someone from the Yin or Gu families. Don’t look at me. But as for that Gu Lian, I might be able to track him down.”

Once she finished, the room fell silent.

Meng Qingzhou munched on fruit without the slightest discomfort, waiting for the two “non-cultivators” to process what they had just heard.

“Miss Meng, is this kind of dark magic fatal?” Wen Huaxi was the first to speak.

“Hard to say. But since it’s dark magic, I would assume it could be fatal.” Meng Qingzhou smiled warmly. “You can call me sister, if you’d like.”

“I’m not divorcing her,” Wen Huaxi quickly shrank back and leaned into Yan Qinglan, remembering what Meng Qingzhou had asked her last time.

Meng Qingzhou immediately received a death stare from Yan Qinglan.

“Even if you don’t plan to leave her, you can still call me sister. Don’t be so stingy. We’re the same generation. You might even be younger than me, so technically you should be calling me sister anyway.”

She shot back a look of her own. Right now, Yan Qinglan needed her, and that gave her plenty of confidence.

“Anyway,” Meng Qingzhou suddenly raised her hand and released a burst of energy toward a flying insect that two cats had been chasing.

“You’d better be careful around bugs like this. When creating Gu, we love using flying insects as hosts.”

This was the first time Wen Huaxi and Yan Qinglan had ever seen a cultivator use power that defied science.

Even the two cats who had been happily playing stopped in their tracks, eyes wide. Puff shrank back into a ball, and Egg Tart let out a soft cry.

“They’re hard to guard against. Do you have any techniques or barrier spells we could use? Maybe I could buy one from you?”

Yan Qinglan picked up the stunned little cat and placed it gently in Wen Huaxi’s arms.

If Gu spells could hide in something as small as that, not only would her family’s safety be at risk, but her business secrets might have already been leaked.

Could it be that Gu Lian wanted to dominate both the mortal and the cultivation worlds?

“You can buy it, but I don’t want money. I need access to a top-level medical team. But just so you know, this shield can only defend against basic threats. If Gu Lian is truly powerful, I won’t be able to stop him.”

“That’s not a problem. By the way, how are things between you and Leng Yueshan?” Yan Qinglan asked. She had noticed something between them the last time.

Wen Huaxi, listening from the side, opened her mouth in shock.

Meng Qingzhou had become lovers with her former rival in love? That was bold.

“Thanks to you, things aren’t going too well. But if you can help me get that medical team, it might get better.”

While Meng Qingzhou prepared to cast her spell, Yan Qinglan went to contact the medical team.

Meng Qingzhou glanced at Wen Huaxi’s belly and asked, “Are you close to giving birth?”

“Yes. Probably early April.” Now that the New Year was over, Wen Huaxi was getting ready to move into a private care facility that Yan Qinglan had arranged for her. It would be better for handling any emergencies that might come up.

“I can sense it. This baby has the potential for ancient cultivation too. That’s pretty rare. Technically, you don’t have it, and neither does Yan Mingzhu. With the bloodline diluted this much, the child should barely have any talent at all.”

Wen Huaxi gently touched her belly. “It is strange. But do you think it could be dangerous?”

She had always known her baby was special. The child had followed her through reincarnation, even appeared in her dreams to visit her and Yan Qinglan.

“It shouldn’t be. If your baby were in danger, then Yan Qinglan would have shown signs long ago.”

After speaking, Meng Qingzhou finished gathering her energy and began the spell.

Once it was done, Wen Huaxi could feel something strange in the air. It was like an invisible field covering the entire villa.

It couldn’t be seen or touched, but standing near its edge created a strong feeling of resistance.

“Technically, you shouldn’t be able to feel that,” Meng Qingzhou said, raising an eyebrow at the way Wen Huaxi stood near the border, staring in amazement.

“Maybe it’s because I’m pregnant,” Wen Huaxi replied without thinking too much about it.

Yan Qinglan returned just then with the contact information in hand. “Set up the same shield at one other house too.”

Meng Qingzhou twitched at the corner of her mouth.

So she was just being treated as free labor now.

“You’re paying for the medical expenses.”

“I’ll only cover half.” Yan Qinglan knew about Leng Yueshan’s condition. It wasn’t something that could be solved by hiring a few doctors.

“Fine.” Meng Qingzhou agreed. She didn’t want to argue too much and risk Yan Qinglan lowering the offer even more.

She had grown up in a more straightforward environment. She was better at using force than playing mind games, and she knew she couldn’t outmatch Yan Qinglan in negotiations.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t use force on ordinary people.

Once the New Year was over and March arrived, Yan Qinglan moved Wen Huaxi into the fully equipped care facility. She brought Meng Qingzhou along to set up the new protective barrier.

Thanks to that barrier, the month of rest passed peacefully.

Meanwhile, Yan Qinglan had her people monitoring Gu Lian’s whereabouts at all times.

Then came the expected due date.

Wen Huaxi was restricted to her room and not allowed to walk around.

Yan Qinglan stayed with her the entire time, looking even more nervous than the doctors waiting in the room next door.

Wen Huaxi, in contrast, was very calm. Everything had been prepared. The anesthesiologist and birthing assistant were already standing by outside.

She even had the peace of mind to comfort Yan Qinglan, who was clearly on edge.

At ten in the morning, Wen Huaxi suddenly felt her eyelid twitch. She reached out and grabbed Yan Qinglan’s hand tightly.

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