As soon as Wei Yuan entered the room, he was met by a pungent stench of death and blood.

It was a vast hall where more than 30 pregnant young women had been gathered. Sun Yu had just set up a folding screen and placed a couch, preparing to settle in, when the incident occurred. He hadn’t even finished making the arrangements.

The vast majority of the girls in the room were lying quietly, their faces shrouded in the aura of death and their eyes vacant. The wisps of fortune attached to their bodies were fading one by one and keeping them alive, but their physical condition showed no signs of improvement.

Three girls in particular had bellies that were so swollen that they couldn’t even sit up. They could only lie on their beds. Their abdomens kept writhing as if something inside were trying to crawl out. Judging by the size of their bellies alone, it was clear these massive fetuses would likely never be born.

Wei Yuan instinctively sensed that something was wrong. He infused each girl with more wisps of fortune before saying, “I’ll be right back!”

Wei Yuan’s figure flickered and vanished outside the door. He was just about to take flight when he saw Zhang Sheng descending from above while carrying Xu Wenwu in one hand.

Wei Yuan was both delighted and baffled: how did his master know that he was looking for Xu Wenwu and even brought him over ahead of time?

There was no time for explanations. He strode into the house, drew a circle at the center of the room using his sword qi, and placed Xu Wenwu inside. He ordered, “Stay here and do not come out no matter what happens. Otherwise, your life...