Chapter 427: 35 Dilemma_2

Chapter 427: Chapter 35 Dilemma_2

Upon seeing Tang Ji, her face became instantly blackened.

However, considering that Wang Ba and Zhao Feng were present, the middle-aged female cultivator gave Tang Ji a stern glance and reluctantly said:

“Greetings, Uncle-Master!”

Tang Ji’s face became unsettled: “Ah, Little Xian, this is Zhao Feng and this is Wang Ba, Bu Chan’s cultivation partner…”

“What?”

The middle-aged woman stared at Wang Ba, furrowing her eyebrows in surprise and asked in a direct manner:

“You are Little Chan’s cultivation partner? What happened? You didn’t even know about Little Chan being pregnant, and yet you let her to fight against a golden core cultivator?”

“She’s only at the Foundation Establishment stage!”

“If she hadn’t been brought in on time, she would be gone by now!”

Listening to the string of accusations, Wang Ba immediately felt guilty, not daring to retort a word.

It wasn’t because the other party was a Golden Core Craftsman, but because he genuinely felt apologetic towards Bu Chan.

If he hadn’t been too confident, he wouldn’t have exposed Bu Chan to such a dangerous situation in the first place.

He had no choice but to swallow his pride.

Zhao Feng stood aside, totally inexperienced with such situations, and unable to offer help.

Tang Ji couldn’t bear to listen anymore and hastily interrupted to defuse the situation:

“Alright, don’t say anymore. Let’s let him see his partner.”

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman suddenly became furious and glared at Tang Ji aggressively,

“Who allowed that?!”

“Uncle-Master, I’ve worked hard to save both mother and child, you’re letting him go in to see her and if it causes her to become emotionally agitated, what if it damages her health?”

“This is nonsense!”

Tang Ji, under the middle-aged woman’s pointing finger and verbal lashings, didn’t dare to say anymore. He miserably said:

“I was just suggesting it, okay? Okay, my good niece, don’t say anymore. There are so many people around…”

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged female cultivator’s expression finally began to calm down a bit, but she was still cold as she said:

“Little Chan’s condition is not as good as you all think. It will take years for her to recover, and this is only because she has a strong physical foundation. Otherwise, she might not have been able to recover at all in this lifetime!”

The complexion of Wang Ba changed, and he immediately bowed, saying:

“Junior has the pleasure to meet Elder Xian and owes you a great debt for saving my wife’s life. Your kindness has touched me deeply.”

“Whatever Elder Xian says, junior promises to follow.”

“I just don’t know if there are any precious items or spiritual medicines that could help my wife recover… I will find them.”

Wang Ba looked sincere.

Seeing his sincerity, the middle-aged woman cultivator’s face lightened a bit. Although her tone was still icy, she became a little less harsh:

“There’s no need for any valuable items. Afterall, she’s bearing a child. An abrupt replenishment would be too much… If you really want to see her, then follow me, but you can only stay for a short while.”

On hearing her words, Wang Ba was incredibly relieved: “Yes, yes, yes! Elder, rest assured!”

“Lower your voice!”

“Yes!”

Wang Ba quickly lowered his voice.

Seeing Tang Ji and Zhao Feng also following along inadvertently, the middle-aged female cultivator suddenly glared at them: “It’s none of your business when someone is visiting their cultivation partner!”

“Ahem…”

Tang Ji’s old face turned red, and he quickly turned away.

Zhao Feng pretended as if nothing happened, walking to Tang Ji’s side, asking about cultivation matters.

…

Bu Chan was lying on a bed.

Her eyes closed, and her face as white as paper.

Even the veins beneath her skin were visible.

This was the first time Wang Ba saw Bu Chan in such a weak state, and it made his heart ache.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch her cheek, he was abruptly interrupted by the strict voice of the middle-aged female cultivator:

“Don’t touch her!”

Wang Ba immediately halted his hand.

However, it seemed as if Bu Chan sensed some movement. Her eyelashes trembled slightly in her slumber, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

Soon, her somewhat unfocused eyes landed on Wang Ba.

There was a spark of surprise in her eyes, which quickly brightened.

“Bro… Brother!”

“Don’t talk, rest well.”

Wang Ba quickly whispered.

Upon hearing his words, Bu Chan immediately stopped trying to sit up and obediently lay back down.

All she did was gaze at him, her eyes filled with relief at seeing Wang Ba safe and sound.

However, just from making these small gestures, a thin layer of cold sweat had already formed on Bu Chan’s forehead.

Wang Ba’s heart ached tremendously.

Subconsciously reaching out to wipe her sweat, he immediately recalled the female cultivator’s words and quickly withdrew his hand.

He looked at Bu Chan with a painful heart:

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were pregnant? If I had known, I would have sent you away earlier.”

Bu Chan gently shook her head, tried to look at her lower abdomen, and a tender smile spread across her face:

“I didn’t know either, but I’m glad you didn’t send me away, or else…”

Although she didn’t finish her sentence, Wang Ba already understood her meaning.

I’m glad you didn’t send me away, otherwise, how could I have saved you?

The middle-aged female cultivator, standing next to them, softened her cold gaze as she looked at this scene.

“Brother, are you troubled?”

Bu Chan suddenly asked.

Wang Ba hesitated for a moment before helplessly saying, “I knew I couldn’t hide it from you…”

However, he didn’t say anything further but glanced at the middle-aged female cultivator, seeking her opinion.

“Are you asking Little Chan whether to let the child cultivate an Innate Spiritual Root or to enhance the Xiantian Qi and blood?”

“What’s the question? If the baby has a large appetite, then feed it! As a man, can’t you decide this by yourself!”

The middle-aged female cultivator snorted.

Wang Ba’s face turned slightly embarrassed.

Listening to their conversation on the side, Bu Chan quickly understood the situation with her intelligence. She showed rare indecision on her face. Her gaze fell on Wang Ba, and it seemed as if she understood something. She laboriously extended her hand and clasped Wang Ba’s palm: