Chapter 60: Extended Dream
“This is a hospital. Is my wife a doctor?”
“Your wife is about to be born.” His daughter rolled her eyes and pulled Xia Feng’s arm straight into the hospital.
Xia Feng’s mind jolted back to reality. He looked up doubtfully at the four large characters ‘Pingshan Hospital’ above, his heart filled with surprise. Am I dreaming?
This dream can actually continue?
Before Xia Feng could react, he was pulled through the threshold, and a dazzling light struck him. He instinctively turned his head and raised his hand to shield his eyes.
When he lowered his hand, he realized he hadn’t entered a hospital at all, but a vast, white world.
In the center of this world stood a solitary, upright rectangular glass case, three meters high and one meter wide. Inside, a woman seemed to be suspended.
The woman was clad in a magnificent red immortal gown, intricately carved with ancient and majestic divine phoenixes. The elegant and sacred imagery extended from the back of her neck all the way down her body, covering her curves to her slender ankles and delicate feet, her beautiful toes adorned with transparent, slightly shimmering, clear red nail polish.
As he approached, Xia Feng finally saw clearly that on the slender yet beautiful instep of her foot, intricate light gold patterns intertwined upwards from her ankle, tracing her contours and encircling her delicate collarbone, her charming jade nose, and finally disappearing into her slightly open, foxy, almond-shaped eyes.
Her attire seemed to be from ancient times. Her hands were clasped together, and she floated gracefully. Her milky white skin was illuminated as if by liquid gold, her pupils filled with golden light, exuding nothing but holiness.
However, Xia Feng recognized at a glance that this woman’s face was almost identical to the woman who had pulled him here.
Lost in thought, Xia Feng instinctively looked back, only to see that the so-called daughter had vanished.
As Xia Feng reached the front, the woman slightly furrowed her delicate brows. The golden light in her eyes gradually faded, revealing a pair of foxy, almond-shaped eyes with rose-red pupils. As she blinked, her gaze showed astonishment yet a hint of curiosity.
She stared at Xia Feng without blinking.
Xia Feng blinked. “Are you my unborn wife?”
“Huh?” The woman tilted her head slightly, her clear, charming voice carrying a hint of innocent naivety. She replied earnestly, “I have a husband.”
Xia Feng looked thoughtfully at her stomach. “Oh, so the one in your belly is my wife?”
The woman also lowered her head to look at her stomach, then curiously tilted her head up, her pupils filled with confusion.
“I don’t understand what you mean, but can you take me away?”
“Take you away?” Xia Feng asked, confused. “Where are you?”
“I don’t know either.” The woman’s mature and alluring face showed a hint of bewilderment. Her foxy, red pupils gradually lost focus as she murmured to herself, “I don’t know either.”
*Whoosh—*
Xia Feng suddenly sat up from the bed. Outside the window, the light rain was still falling, creating a soothing rustling sound that lulled people to sleep.
He shook his head, which felt a bit hazy, as the scenes from his dream slowly surfaced in his mind.
“What is going on again?” he blinked his somewhat confused eyes and checked his phone.
【13:09】
“Huh?!” Xia Feng leaped out of bed. He guessed that he had been too tired these past few days and had slept all the way until noon.
After a quick wash, he headed to Blood Calamity Street.
The Boundless Realm chasm in Blood Calamity Street had already been repaired with the assistance of the Imperial Court, and it was now remarkably peaceful.
The Pingshan Hospital, however, had already been reduced to ruins. Xia Feng searched for several hours among the debris without finding anything significant.
That dream was too bothersome, and it didn’t explain anything clearly. Xia Feng shook his head, deciding to let it go.
【Mushroom dislikes Potatoes: Are you here yet? Are you here yet?】
He checked the time. It was almost 6:30.
【Xia Feng: Coming now.】
Blood Calamity Street was very close to the Final Great Wall. Earl Lister always held his birthday banquet on the central tower of the Final Great Wall.
However, although called a tower, it looked more like an ancient palace stretching across the high wall, beneath the sky.
When Xia Feng arrived at the foot of the city wall, the vast plaza was already lined with rows of luxurious cars, all gleaming and resplendent.
Each luxury car was greeted by a dedicated attendant who guided them forward. The gentlemen were dressed in impeccable tuxedos, and the ladies carefully adjusted their backless evening gowns as they alighted.
Groups of gentlemen and nobles walked into the brilliant, tall gate, chatting amicably.
Just then—
A murmur arose from the crowd.
Xia Feng turned his head and saw an indigo, streamlined luxury sports car arrogantly driving straight onto the red carpet meant for pedestrians, heading directly towards the entrance at the end of the carpet.
An attendant quickly stepped forward, bent down to open the car door, and blocked the top of the car, saying in a low, respectful voice, “Your Highness, Lord Earl said for you to find him directly upon arrival. He is waiting for you in Hall 19.”
The man who got out was wearing a dark blue tuxedo. His thick black hair was combed back, tied into a small braid at the end. He had phoenix eyes and a delicate, feminine face.
He put his hands in his pockets, kicked the car door, and said indifferently, “Stop talking nonsense. Drive the car away.”
“Yes.” The attendant bent down and got into the car. The indigo sports car slowly drove into the plaza, but the man with the small braid did not enter. Instead, he stood at the entrance with his hands in his pockets, looking around.
His gaze clearly paused when he saw Xia Feng.
Xia Feng naturally saw this person too. He was the eldest son of Earl Lister, Li Siwen. They weren’t very familiar. Xia Feng only knew that this guy’s talent as a Spirit Master was terrible. At twenty-eight, he was still just an Apprentice Spirit Master, unable to even reach the First-stage no matter how much money was thrown at him.
However, his artistic achievements were excellent. He was rumored to be a highly acclaimed piano master in the industry, having won numerous prestigious awards.
As their gazes met and passed, Li Siwen looked up towards the entrance on the right.
Xia Feng also looked in that direction as if sensing something.
A sleek, luxurious, pitch-black sports car slid into the plaza like a phantom.
The car door opened upwards, and a pair of fair, slender legs clad in black crystal high heels emerged. A woman wearing a dark, understated evening gown stepped out of the car.
She surveyed her surroundings. Her three thousand strands of snow-white hair were tied up with an obsidian glass hairpin, resembling a queen’s diadem. Her exposed, smooth collarbone and slender neck were delicately fair. Perhaps because she had removed her half-frame gold-rimmed glasses, her usual scholarly and elegant demeanor was slightly diminished, revealing a graceful and noble presence of someone in a leadership position.
She turned her head, and Mu Qingtong’s golden eyes immediately spotted Xia Feng not far away.
The surrounding guests, drawn by the commotion, murmured amongst themselves. They all recognized her as the young lady from the Taicang Mu Clan.
Although the head of the Taicang Mu Clan did not hold a high noble title, he had a niece well-known to all the nobles.
A month ago, everyone thought that the Earl’s youngest son would marry Mu Qingtong of the Mu Clan.
But unexpectedly, on the very next day after the marriage announcement, the Earl’s youngest son died mysteriously.
Later, after much deliberation, and with the intervention of the Black Moon Holy See, the marriage was arranged between a person named Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong.
Seeing Mu Qingtong’s beautiful eyes look over, Xia Feng, dressed in a perfectly tailored pure white tuxedo, slowly walked forward.
As they made eye contact, he noticed that Mu Qingtong wore no necklaces or earrings. However, this also meant she lacked the gaudy vulgarity of unnecessary ornaments.
Xia Feng turned, smiling, and extended his right arm, slightly to the side, bowing slightly. “Shall we go?”
“Yes.” Mu Qingtong responded softly. Her slender hand, clad in lace and sheer fabric, slid into Xia Feng’s arm, gently intertwining.
The two, one in black and one in white, amidst the shifting gazes of the crowd, slowly walked along the red carpet towards the dazzling, tall gate.
