Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 461 447: The Pregnancy Is Fake?

In the silent room, darkness flowed like thick ink. Only the occasional cold wind gusting outside rustled the window screen, making a soft, whispering sound.

From the bed, low whimpers drifted intermittently, like suppressed anguish struggling in the dark.

Qing Yueqiu was curled up under the brocade quilt, her silver hair fanned out in a messy cascade, like a brilliant river of stars spilled upon the ground, shimmering with a cold luster in the dim light.

Her brows were knitted tightly, her slender fingers gripping the corner of the quilt. Her thin clothes were soaked in a cold sweat, clinging to her skin.

Her thick, white eyelashes trembled violently, as if she were trapped in a painful nightmare.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

DRIP—

A drop of cold sweat slid down her pale cheek, landing silently on the pillow beside her.

Startled awake by the knocking, Qing Yueqiu's crimson eyes trembled, still echoing with unease and fear.

"Who... who is it?"

Her voice was hoarse when she spoke.

"Yueqiu, it's me."

The voice, as soothing as a clear spring, instantly dispelled the stagnant air in the room.

"Master..."

Qing Yueqiu's tense shoulders trembled slightly. The alarm in her eyes began to dissipate like morning mist meeting the rising sun. It was as if, so long as her master was there, she had no reason to feel uneasy.

Because Qing Yueqiu believed she could entrust her master with everything, without reservation.

The young woman didn't want her master to see her in such a disheveled state. She hastily wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, but with no time to fix her appearance, she hurried to her feet and went to open the door.

CREAK—

Sunlight from outside streamed into the dim room.

Pei Yuhang's gaze instantly sharpened. The silver-haired girl before him was as pale as paper, a few stray locks of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. Her once-rosy lips were now drained of color.

Her exhausted appearance only strengthened his earlier suspicions.

'Yueqiu isn't intentionally slacking off as Xiaoxiao had suggested; something is wrong with her body.'

"Yueqiu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Worried, Pei Yuhang stepped forward to support Yueqiu's seemingly frail body, sending his Divine Sense into her to check her condition.

"Don't—"

Feeling her master's Divine Sense enter her body, Qing Yueqiu instinctively tried to push Pei Yuhang's hand away.

'I'm pregnant right now! If Master checks me like this, won't everything be exposed...'

"Yueqiu, there's nothing wrong with your body. So why is your Essence, Qi, and Spirit so weak?"

"Ah..."

Qing Yueqiu's expression froze.

'With Master's level of Cultivation, could he really not tell?'

'That I'm...'

'Does he know and is just pretending he doesn't?'

Qing Yueqiu looked at Pei Yuhang with flickering eyes, a sickly blush rising on her pale, pretty face.

Pei Yuhang, unaware of the thoughts of the girl in his arms, simply took Yueqiu's hand in concern and carefully checked her pulse.

As it turned out, the qi and blood in Yueqiu's body were still absurdly vigorous. Her physical body, with a Physique more powerful than many Body Cultivators, showed no signs of weakness at all.

'If her physical body is fine, then why is her mental state so poor?'

According to the theories of the Cultivation Realm, the physical body and the spirit influence each other; the two cannot be separated.

Pei Yuhang felt that there might be a major problem here.

"Yueqiu, what was happening to you just now?"

"I... I had a nightmare, but I can't quite remember the details..."

"I just remember standing on a Blood River, and everywhere I looked, it was all red..."

Qing Yueqiu touched her forehead and closed her eyes, trying hard to recall the details, but they just wouldn't come... The effort pained her.

Pei Yuhang held her a little tighter. Feeling her master's embrace, Qing Yueqiu's trembling body finally stilled.

"Xiaoxiao said you've been sleeping for the past few days. Is it all because of nightmares?"

"I think so... I feel a bit dazed all the time."

Pei Yuhang narrowed his eyes in worry. After checking Yueqiu's body again and again, he still couldn't find anything wrong. In the end, he could only conclude it was a problem with her state of mind.

"Yueqiu, your Dao Heart might have developed a flaw, and it's starting to breed a Heart Demon."

"Tomorrow, I'm going with my wife to visit Senior Sister Lu. I'll tell her about your situation then.

For now, just go back and get some rest."

Pei Yuhang couldn't pinpoint the problem, so he had no choice but to tell his disciple to rest for now. He would seek out a Spirit Pill for treating the Divine Soul tomorrow and address the issue in more detail then.

"Okay."

Qing Yueqiu had just woken up and hadn't had a chance to tidy her appearance. She felt quite shy in front of her master and wanted to return to her room quickly.

After bidding farewell to Pei Yuhang, she returned to her dim room.

Once she was sure her master had truly left, she placed a hand on her lower abdomen, stroking it gently.

'That's not right...'

'It's clearly there.'

'Why can I sense the baby's presence, but Master can't?'

Qing Yueqiu could sense her master's sincerity just now; he wasn't deliberately pretending not to know...

The young woman also trusted her beloved master.

'So, if Master couldn't possibly be wrong...'

'...then the one who's wrong... can only be me.'

In that instant, Qing Yueqiu's thin lips grew even paler.

'Is it fake?'

She clenched her fists. After hesitating for only a moment, she put on a disguise, changing her appearance to that of an ordinary-looking female disciple with black hair, and quietly left the Cold Palace Sword Mansion.

Qing Yueqiu used Sword Control to fly all the way to the vicinity of the Dan Yun Pavilion.

As a major center for Alchemy, the surrounding market shops were all related to medicine and treating injuries.

Qing Yueqiu took a deep breath and finally strode into a pharmacy for Female Cultivators.

An old woman was flipping through a book in the shop. Qing Yueqiu walked up to her, the words she wanted to say welling up in her throat, but she was too nervous to speak.

"Senior, hello... I, I want to see... if I'm..."

"You want to know if you're pregnant, is that it?"

The old woman looked at Qing Yueqiu's hesitant and shy demeanor, her ears bright red, and couldn't help but give a knowing smile.

Hearing this, Qing Yueqiu nodded lightly.

However, the old woman's next words made her heart sink.

"Young lady, you are not pregnant."

"Senior... you only took one look. Could you please check again, more carefully...?"

"Young lady, I've been a physician for eighty years. There are many things I can tell with just a single glance."

Although the old woman said this, she still placed her hand on Qing Yueqiu's lower abdomen to check carefully.

In the end, she still shook her head.

"Young lady, you really aren't..."

For a moment, Qing Yueqiu felt her vision swim.

'Why... why can I feel it, but no one else can...?'

She placed a tael of Spirit Stones before the old woman and turned to leave.

"Young lady, it was no trouble for me. Take the Spirit Stones back!"

The old woman hadn't expected Qing Yueqiu to offer a tael of Spirit Stones so readily. She was a little shocked by such extravagance.

But no matter how she called after her, Qing Yueqiu didn't stop, simply walking away dejectedly.

Afterward, Qing Yueqiu visited every pharmacy for Female Cultivators in the entire market.

But the result was, without exception, the same.

She... really wasn't pregnant.