The Emperor of Zongmen Workers is here

Jiang Qingwu gradually regained consciousness. Everything was pitch black, and the surroundings were silent. She tried to pat her head, but found that her body seemed to be wrapped in something, which made her a little dazed. After a brief silence, she suddenly realized a fact - she was not dead! This realization made her extremely surprised, but it was also followed by more confusion and uneasiness. She began to examine her environment, trying to explore her current environment. After several attempts, she finally realized that she was now in water. She couldn't help but be shocked by her own realization.

"There's water, a dark and warm environment, and I have short arms and legs, can't open my eyes, and my movements are restricted. Isn't this just a baby?"

As her thoughts gradually cleared, she came to three conclusions: the good news was that she was still alive; the bad news was that she had traveled to another world; and even worse, she had arrived in this world as a fetus, fortunately having not drunk Meng Po soup. Faced with this situation, Jiang Qingwu felt both excited and nervous. She had no idea what fate awaited her, nor how to navigate this new world. However, deep within her heart, she was filled with curiosity and a desire to explore the unknown, determined to bravely face the challenges ahead.

Good, good, this is really giving my mother back her body! She can finally stand up in this other world! The slight feeling of regret at the injustice of heaven has been washed away by the joy of having a healthy body! I can't wait to break out of my mother's womb and kowtow to heaven! Rebirth is good, rebirth is wonderful, rebirth is great!

Jiang Qingwu was so grateful for this opportunity to return to the cradle of her fetal life that even with her rare good health, she restrained her movements to avoid causing discomfort to her bride, thanking her for giving her a second birth! She would surely stay quiet in her belly! God had truly closed door after door and opened window after window for her, even floor-to-ceiling windows. What was the difference between these floor-to-ceiling windows and a front door?

It has been almost a month since Jiang Qingwu came to this strange world. From the conversation between his mother and father, he extracted some information about this world.

"The aristocratic family competition will begin in a year. Master has to intensify the training of the clan members. It's really hard work." These were the words of her mother, whom she had never met. Because she was in her belly, she could hear them more clearly.

"Madam, you've worked hard. It's because the talented young men in our clan have dwindled that you've had to manage clan affairs while pregnant." The vague male voice belonged to her father, whom she had yet to meet. He continued, "Although the talented young men in our clan have dwindled, there are still a few who are striving for success. They have already completed their Qi training and will be able to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage next year. They will stand out in the Aristocratic Family Competition and be selected by the Immortal Elders. You can rest assured, Madam."

"That's good, let's take a break."

"it is good"

The conversation ended, and it was the turn of the 18-year-old talented shooting girl to be shocked——

She did travel through time, but not to ancient times, she traveled to the world of cultivation! She was also the daughter of a cultivation family! And the eldest daughter! Well, well, the pinnacle of life was just like this. This little brat's incredible start made this 18-year-old genius girl, who had a disabled body but a strong will, go crazy with jealousy. However, Jiang Qingwu quickly realized why she was jealous of herself! She was the one with a disabled body but a strong will! She was also the pinnacle of life! Hahahaha, if she wasn't still a fetus, she would have laughed wildly at the sky and kowtowed to the God who loved her for 49 days! Finally able to experience the days of eating and waiting to die, Jiang Qingwu wiped away the two non-existent tears with her mind. She wanted to do a somersault to celebrate this great news, but thinking about her mother's health, she just thought about it.

The woman seemed to feel her child's restlessness and gently stroked her belly, trying to calm her child's emotions. Jiang Qingwu also gave her face and calmed down and played the quail.

Days passed, and the time of delivery was approaching. Jiang Qingwu counted the days until she could see the light of day again. On a sunny afternoon, her fetal experience card finally expired. After a period of chaos, her mother was sent to the delivery room. In order to make her mother feel more relaxed, she also used the strength she had trained in the past to squeeze into the light.

With a cry, Jiang Qingwu finally saw the light of day again, weeping with joy. At the same moment she cried, a brilliant rosy glow filled the sky, bathing the entire delivery room in a brilliant light, as if the sun were rising within it. The rosy glow danced like ribbons, weaving beautiful patterns and adorning the delivery room with a dreamlike atmosphere. Auspicious auras also emerged, and multicolored clouds gathered above the roof, bringing a series of auspicious signs.

Everyone in the tribe rushed over to witness this magical sight and was amazed.

The midwife excitedly carried Jiang Qingwu forward and said, "Congratulations, Madam Jiang, on the birth of your daughter!" The head of the Jiang family, who had been anxiously waiting outside, could no longer hide his joy and rushed to Madam Jiang's bedside, looking at his wife with heartache.

"Thank you for your hard work, ma'am. Fortunately, everything is safe."

"I'm fine. Our child didn't let me suffer." Mrs. Jiang replied weakly.

Patriarch Jiang looked at his child and described to his wife the vision of his birth, their eyes filled with joy and hope for Jiang Qingwu. They sensed the child's powerful spiritual energy and secretly resolved to protect their child.

"Madam, please pick a name for our daughter." The head of the Jiang family hugged Jiang Qingwu and looked at his wife with joy in his eyes.

Madam Jiang felt something in her heart. She glanced out the window at her daughter and said, "Let's name her Qingwu. May she grow tenaciously like a weed in this cruel Dongxu world. May her heart always be clear in her pursuit of the great Dao."

Jiang Qingwu was stunned for a moment when she heard her own name, and she even forgot to cry. Yes, her mother, the director, hoped that she would live a clear and bright life like a weed, growing tenaciously in the face of adversity, and live her own life. She never thought that she would have the same name in two lives...

"Good, good, good! What a tenacious growth! What a clear mind! What a good name! Come, quickly help Madam clean herself up. Quickly go to the kitchen and bring her the medicinal food I ordered." After giving his orders, Patriarch Jiang was not ready to leave, as if he was going to cleanse his wife. Madam Jiang, who had just given birth, was embarrassed. "Patriarch Jiang, why don't you get out now? Aren't you afraid of ruining your image as a wise and powerful patriarch?"

Before Jiang Qingwu could finish her sigh, she was amused by her new father's appearance. Her laughter made the couple even happier. The head of the Jiang family picked her up and teased her in the outer room while waiting for his wife to clean herself before feeding her with medicinal food.

"Qingwu, be good and smile for daddy again, hahaha."

Jiang Qingwu was quite satisfied with his new parents. He smiled out loud to show his respect, celebrating his new life and his new home at the same time.

"Good girl, daddy kisses you."

Jiang Qingwu was still a newborn after all, and after a few moments of playing and laughing with Father Jiang, he became exhausted and fell asleep. Father Jiang handed Jiang Qingwu to the wet nurse and took her to a special room to rest. He then stood up, brought the medicinal food, and walked towards Madam Jiang...

"It's not like I can't eat. At worst, I have maids to serve me. Why do I need the head of the Jiang family to feed me personally?" After all, childbirth for a cultivator is not as painful as that for a mortal. At this moment, Mrs. Jiang was leaning on the chaise longue and smiling.

"No one else can be as attentive to your husband as you are. Madam, don't act like a child. Just eat the medicinal food to restore your energy. The medicinal food is already at a palatable temperature. If it gets cold soon, the medicinal properties will dissipate." The head of the Jiang family handed the spoon to Madam Jiang's mouth with a good temper, and coaxed Madam Jiang to eat with a smile.

In this warm moment of brilliant rosy clouds and abundant auspiciousness, Jiang Qingwu's fate began to turn. Not far from the Jiang family, a pair of gloomy eyes were also attracted by this strange scene...