Chapter 2029: Extra Chapter 11: Kirin Child

In front of the small heap of fire, Wufu leaned against the door, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Wufu only felt increasingly cold, as the labor pains rendered her progressively numb.

"Child, you must stay with your mother, let’s work hard together!" Wufu touched the mass that had completely dropped.

The sharp pain made her feel as though her internal organs were twisted and deformed, her intestines were being forcefully torn, as if even breathing required all her effort. Wufu couldn’t help but grab the dagger on the ground, scratching the tiles with it.

The most terrifying thing wasn’t the pain, but being alone in such a situation, not knowing when this dreadful circumstance would end.

She was f***ing screwed!

Silently cursing the child’s father in her heart, Wufu strained to hold her emotions in check, hoping for a quick death. No, a quick birth.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to hold on!

Her head was dizzy, her surroundings completely silent, as if there was only the sound of wind, yet also as if there was no sound at all, as though the pain didn’t exist, making her feel like she was floating on a cloud.

Was she going to die?

Wufu thought hazily.

Suddenly, a high-pitched wolf howl rang out from afar, Wufu instantly shuddered, her mind cleared up.

She looked down; the mass inside her belly was wriggling and slipping down, as if searching forcefully for an exit.

Wufu reached out to touch again, feeling something soft and furry; was this the baby’s head?

Indeed, that legendary feeling of wanting to push had arrived. Wufu tightened her body, gathering all her strength and pushed downwards.

No one taught her how to exert force, no one cheered her on, it was only her, giving herself and her child rallying cries over and over.

Fortunately, Wufu had always practiced Inner Strength before, laying a foundation. She once again gathered the sparse energy left in her body downward, placing both hands on her descending belly, pushing with all her strength.

Exhausted, her body softened.

A warm substance slipped down from between her legs, the pain faded away, the world fell silent.

Wufu grabbed the small western pocket watch placed on the ground among her things, glancing at the Shichen Chinese Time of the child’s birth, closed her eyes, but didn’t notice at the moment the child landed, there seemed a flash of golden light in the sky outside the cave, descending into the cave.

"Did I imagine it; why did I see a golden Kirin?" In the distant mountains woods, someone walking the mountain path inadvertently looked up, rubbed their eyes, muttering.

Meanwhile, in a certain temple, a High Monk sat in the Zen room, opened his eyes, revealing satisfaction: "The Kirin child is born, the world is at peace."

Inside the tomb cave, Wufu’s entire body was trembling, wishing to close her eyes then and there, but she dared not.

With trembling hands, she lifted the small mass between her legs, still attached by the long umbilical cord, and the placenta. It’s a boy.

She grabbed the dagger beside her, roasted it over the fire, severed the child’s umbilical cord, then cleaned his body. Only then did she turn him upside down, lightly patting his tiny pitiable backside.

Thanks to this process she had once done; when Changsheng was born, she had gone through this procedure, handling it now with some confidence.

"Waa."

The sound, weak like a kitten’s meow, reached her ears, and Wufu’s tense heart instantly relaxed, tears falling.

Born, alive.

Her hands cradled the little mass, smaller than her own two hands, grabbed the inner clothing beside her, first cutting a cloth strip to wrap his navel, then wrapping him layer by layer with that inner clothing.

"Welcome to this world, Little Bun." Wufu held him, gently speaking.

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