Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 60 Protection

In the corridor, Jiang Rang rushed to the door almost instantly. His gaze first swept quickly over the baby in the nurse's arms, and then quickly turned to the delivery room.

Only when he saw Ling Jiu being pushed out, her face pale but smiling, did he breathe a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

"I'm the family member, can I have a hug?" Jiang Rang asked, his voice surprisingly hesitant.

"Are you the child's father and uncle?" The nurse looked at the young man, who could almost be described as a teenager, with suspicion. "Have you ever taken a class on how to hold a baby?"

Jiang Rang shook his head. He had been too worried about Ling Jiu and his sister these past few days to calm down.

"That won't do, it's not certified, what if we hurt the baby?" The nurse shook her head vigorously and was about to take the child back to the ward.

"But I am a martial artist."

Jiang Rang's words made the nurse look up.

"How's your control over your strength? What level are you at?"

"Third realm, early stage of Hidden Spirit." Jiang Rang answered crisply, "I haven't been certified as a deputy yet, but holding a child shouldn't cause any problems."

The nurse hesitated, her grip still on his hand. "What if something goes wrong? You young people these days, when you have a baby, you only care about your own happiness, you don't even think about the baby..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A fair hand reached out from the side, holding a semi-transparent crystal card between its fingers, and gently shook it.

"Let me hug you, I'm the child's great-grandmother."

Ling Caixin had gotten up from the bench at some point and stood next to the nurse. She was still dressed like a bohemian young woman, with her braids hanging down her shoulders and the hem of her floral dress swaying gently with her movements.

"You?" The nurse was taken aback, looking at the face in front of her that looked to be no more than twenty years old, her eyes full of suspicion. "So young, great-grandmother?"

"Doesn't it look like it?" Ling Caixin blinked, her tone carrying a hint of innocent distress. She glanced back at the card in her hand. "This is a fourth-level martial artist certificate, with a lifespan of five hundred!"

Then she patted her forehead: "Right, I forgot the Martial Arts Association's technology is a bit outdated, and the certification process is troublesome... Never mind, I'll get a different one."

A flash of inspiration struck Ling Caixin, and a stack of cards appeared out of thin air between her fingers. She flipped through them, pulled out one, and handed it over.

Mercenary Guild Fifth-Tier Certification.

"Is this enough? The Mercenary Association's certification is easy to spot. A fifth-rank mercenary, with this level of strength control, he shouldn't be able to crush a child."

The nurse took the card, her attitude immediately changing; even her tone softened considerably. "It's a fifth-tier mercenary! Please!"

Jiang Yun was handed over to Ling Caixin. The nurse then explained the fetus's condition to Jiang Rang. The biological father didn't seem surprised, since he had already exchanged information with Ling Jiu.

So his attention wasn't on the nurse at all.

The Butterfly God's Eye had been open all along. He had seen clearly that the stack of cards in Ling Caixin's hand, at least a dozen in total, were all identity verifications. The lowest level was a first-level intern, and the highest was a ninth-level architect.

There were also some third-level chefs, sixth-level spirit array masters, and eighth-level interstellar commanders sandwiched in between.

Just how many certificates did this great-grandmother obtain?

Really good at playing.

He didn't have time to think much about it.

The moment he entered Lingcai's heart, a strange feeling enveloped him.

All the memories of his past life, the resentment accumulated over 80,000 reincarnations, and the anger he felt in the womb about Wang Qian's incident seemed to vanish from his mind, and he became completely quiet.

Like the surface of water being gently smoothed by a hand.

He forgot his nervousness, forgot his analysis, and forgot his precautions.

It's simply being a newborn baby nestled in a warm embrace.

He even uncontrollably grinned and reached out his chubby hand to touch her face.

Ling Caixin looked down at him and murmured, "Lotus Soul..." Her eyes flickered for a moment, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

"Two little guys with innate life souls... those old fogies on the Imperial Star are probably going to get restless."

She raised her hand, casually tracing a line in the air with her index finger, then whispered:

"We can block the prying eyes of outsiders, but the Ling family also has their own family karma, so a few people will sense it."

Jiang Yun's soul suddenly darkened.

A colorful substance burrowed directly into the depths of the heart-shaped lotus flower.

A notification pops up indicating that the system is being used to detect hidden threats.

[You have received the blessing of "Mending the Heavenly Deficiency" in your cultivation... gaining the ability to be resurrected after death. Cost: Reduced cultivation potential, diminished potential, and increased difficulty in breaking through realms.]

The maximum damage can be offset by the merits created upon death.

Jiang Yun's eyelids twitched suddenly, but because she was a newborn, they didn't jump.

It's... a resurrection armor!

He suddenly understood something. No wonder his family had so easily abandoned his mother on her home planet without anyone to take care of her until Wei Yun came during his pregnancy.

He had always thought that Wei Yun was Ling Jiu's protector.

It turned out not to be.

Wei Yun was protecting the baby in her womb.

Ling Jiu herself doesn't need protection at all.

How could the Dao Lord's granddaughter be a mere figurehead? She must possess this as well.

One can be resurrected after death, but unless someone can erase a Dao Lord's cultivation, one cannot truly die. At most, one's cultivation level will be blocked, making advancement more difficult.

Ordinary people always think that the only difference between them and children from aristocratic families is resources, but in fact it is far more than that; there are many things that are simply incomprehensible to them.

Having figured this out, Jiang Yun decisively closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

……

He woke up from hunger when he opened his eyes again.

To be precise, it was forcibly awakened by the survival instinct of this infant's body.

Inside the ward, the smell of disinfectant had been replaced by a faint milky fragrance.

On the bed next to her, Jiang Ren was far less composed. She was awkwardly holding the loudly crying baby girl, her posture stiff, her face a mixture of the joy of becoming a mother for the first time and obvious helplessness.

"Sweetheart, sweetheart, don't cry... Uh, is she hungry? But... how do I feed her...?"

Ling Jiu was much quieter. She was leaning against the headboard, taking Xiao Jiangyun from her arms, and listening to the doctor explain the precautions for breastfeeding.

Then, following the doctor's instructions, she slowly loosened her collar.

Ling Caixin peeked over like a curious child, making Ling Jiu blush and cry out, "Oh, Grandma!"

"I haven't even fed them yet. This miracle of life connection can help me to study the supplementation of the [Priest] sequence more."

Beside him, Jiang Rang stood at the door of the ward, his back to the bed, his ears turning red.

He wasn't the only one feeling awkward; Jiang Yun, who was being carefully supported by Ling Jiu, was also embarrassed.

He is currently experiencing the most intense internal struggle of his two lifetimes.

To drink or not to drink.

He has adult memories. From a psychological perspective, this is quite a difficult thing to achieve.

But hunger is unreasonable. His stomach felt like it was on fire, burning him so much that he was trembling all over.

The baby's body is faithfully executing its instinctive programs.

Jiang Yun's little mouth moved unconsciously, making soft "smacking" sounds, and her head began to restlessly rub against her mother's arm.

"It seems the baby is hungry," the nurse gently reminded him.

Ling Jiu hummed in agreement, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she adjusted her posture with a slightly clumsy yet exceptionally gentle motion.

When that warm touch came close to his lips, Jiang Yun's rational defenses finally collapsed completely.

To hell with dignity! Survival is the first priority!

He closed his eyes tightly, with an almost tragic resolve, opened his mouth, and then instinctively began to suck.