Another Dimensional Immortal Cultivation Tale: The Divine Doctor Against the Heavens

Chapter 266: The Blood Pact in the Delivery Room and the Beginning of Time-Space Reincarnation

As the stench of putrid blood mingled with the fragrance of the pear-scented tent, Yunhai's military boots shattered the moonlight in the Yun family's maternity ward in 1998. Blood seeping from the cracks in the blue bricks was congealing into the half-jade pendant she had been born with, its sharp edges chafing her palm—the first mouthful of human blood she had swallowed twenty-seven years and three months earlier when her umbilical cord was cut. The red curtains of the carved canopy bed resembled blood-soaked bandages; amniotic fluid meandered along the veins of the Xiangfei bamboo, rippling in the midwife's copper foot basin, reflecting Lin Xiaowan's twenty-year-old face.

"Inhale! Push harder!" Lin Xiaowan's silver scissors gleamed coldly under the kerosene lamp, the blade still bearing the crescent-shaped notch from three years ago when she stabbed Yun's father in the heart. On the delivery bed, Yunmu's cloud-patterned jade pendant on her wrist cracked with spiderweb-like fissures, blood seeping along the "cloud" characters into the "Qingnang Secret Records" beside her pillow, blurring the yellowed pages with annotations written "with blood as the guide"—carved by Yunhai in his previous life with a hairpin, the ink mixed with tears from a winter night in 1995.

"Save the mother or the baby?" Lin Xiaowan's voice carried the chill of well water in the twelfth lunar month. In 1998, Yun's father knelt on the nine-shattered heart-protecting mirror, the shards embedded in his palm pointing directly at the eyes of the Xuan Nu carved on the birthing bed. Yun Hai suddenly remembered the ancestral grave map's eye position on the baby's palm in Chapter 265; it turned out that it had already been branded with blood at this very moment. Her military boots rolled over the brick seams, and she heard her great-grandmother's groans from 1937 coming from the ground: "Give birth to a daughter as a sacrifice, give birth to a son as a guide..."

"Teacher, the umbilical cord is wrapped around the neck three times." The moment Lin Xiaowan tore open the mica-colored garment, the cloud-patterned mark on her chest made Yunhai's pupils shrink—it was clearly the old wound below his collarbone from Chapter 265 when Yunhai's father was bound by iron chains. The midwife's copper basin fell to the ground, the eye of the "Guiguzi" blood array diagram at the bottom of the basin directly facing the fontanelle of the infant in the swaddling clothes. Memories of when she was twelve years old suddenly flooded back: she was lying by the medicine cabinet, watching Lin Xiaowan learn to weigh things from her father, "Three qian of datura flowers, one qian of snow fungus..." The sound of the pestle striking the mortar mingled with the dampness of the 1992 rainy season.

"Lin Xiaowan!" Yunhai's roar shook the dust from the roof beams, which fell into Lin Xiaowan's hair, much like the paper money at Lingyu's grave in 2025. She saw twenty-year-old Lin Xiaowan take out "Baosheng Wuyou Powder" from the bottom of the camphor wood medicine cabinet. The cinnabar annotations on the oil paper package were her own handwriting when she improved the anesthetic. The powder fell away, revealing the engravings on each datura seed—the birth dates of the women of the Yun family throughout the generations, the youngest being March 17, 1998.

Xiaoqian's wheelchair alarm suddenly pierced the ward, and the scanner's blue light pierced the ground, revealing the outlines of twelve female corpses beneath the blue bricks. A holographic screen displayed the "Yun Family Genealogy," showing that the death anniversaries of each woman coincided with the birthdates of their newborns. The half-piece of the "Hai" jade pendant among the burial goods perfectly matched the one around Lingyu's neck. Yunhai's fingertips traced the carvings of the birthing bed, and she was suddenly drawn into her great-grandmother's memory: in 1937, she gave birth to her grandmother while biting a towel; as the midwife's scissors pierced her heart, Lin Xiaowan's maternal grandmother stood outside the window, clutching the same silver scissors, their blades reflecting the flames of Nanjing.

"This isn't a difficult birth!" Lin Yihai's lightning cleaved through the roof beams, and the Guiguzi runes between the mortise and tenon joints seemed to come alive. His voice suddenly choked as he saw Lin Xiaowan's mother adding cinnabar to the medicine when Grandmother Yun gave birth in 1965—the same ingredient as the soil under Ling Yu's fingernails. Yunhai bit his tongue, and a drop of blood dripped onto the jade pendant formed from placental blood. The Qianjin Fang's labor-inducing technique exploded in his mind, but he saw Ling Yu's rotting right cheek, burned by this modified anesthetic.

The midwife's copper foot basin evoked the phantom images of women from past generations, each clutching a numbing pack improved by Yunhai. "Hai'er..." Yunhai's father from 1998 lunged forward, shards of the protective mirror piercing her palm. Blood mingled with placental blood, drawing the Xuan Nu totem on the blue bricks. Yunhai's Healing Lotus Seal lit up, injecting the "Life-Restoring Soup" into the totem's eye—a soup she had brewed from the decaying flesh of Lingyu, Yunhai's father's protective mirror, and her own blood at this moment. Twelve muffled thuds echoed from underground, from the twelve totem poles of the tomb, each gushing forth golden blood.

"Wah—!" The baby's cry shattered the paper window, and the jade pendant bearing the character "Hai" around her neck turned gilded. Lin Xiaowan's nurse's uniform instantly rotted, revealing a black robe, while the silver scissors were knocked away by the War God Sword as they were about to stab the baby. The sword reflected the image of Hai Tian in 1998, kneeling outside the delivery room begging Yun's father to accept her as a disciple, holding the War God Sword in her arms, and the sachet wrapped with a fragrant sachet from the pear-shaped tent—Yun Hai's birthday gift to Lin Xiaowan in 2024.

The protective mirror suddenly floated, reflecting the image of Yun's father carving words in the spatial rift: blood seeped from his fingernails as he carved "With a woman's blood, I break through the tribulations of ten thousand lifetimes" on the stone wall, behind which was himself, bound by iron chains, as depicted in Chapter 265. Before the ink was dry, Lin Xiaowan's dagger had already plunged into his heart; the sachet wrapped around the hilt still held a strand of hair Yun Hai had dropped last year. The red curtains of the delivery room moved without wind, revealing the Yun family ancestral graves outside the window. In 1998, Yun's father rushed into the cemetery carrying an infant; the blood seeping from the tombstone, bearing the inscription "First Father Yun Zhan," was identical to the crack on Ling Yu's tombstone in Chapter 264.

The baby's tiny hand touched the mole on the back of Yunhai's neck, and the Xuan Nu tattoo suddenly appeared. When the tattoo overlapped with the birthmark on the mural, the phantom images of twelve female corpses smiled and vanished, each placing something into the baby's swaddling clothes before disappearing—the great-grandmother's silver bracelet, the grandmother's plum blossom handkerchief, the mother's jade hairpin... Finally, what remained in the swaddling clothes was a family portrait drawn by Lin Xiaowan when she was five years old, with the words written on the back: "The teacher said, I am a container, but a container can also hold stars."

"Success..." Xiaoqian's scanner showed the blood sacrifice array had reversed, and green lights illuminated the hearts of the women from past generations. Lin Yihai's lightning ignited the roof beams, illuminating the last page of the "Yun Family Instructions": "Girls are sacrifices, boys are offerings." The words were soaked in blood, but when the lightning illuminated the corner of the wall, it revealed that twenty-year-old Lin Xiaowan was adding cinnabar to medicine, with half of a jade pendant bearing the character "Hai" protruding from her pocket, its notch facing the golden jade piece around the baby's neck.

"No." Yunhai broke the jade pendant in two, placing one half into the swaddling clothes of 1998 and the other half in his palm in 2025. The Immortal Healer's Lotus Seal and the God of War Rune inscribed the 999th formula of the "Thousand Gold Prescriptions"—"New Life"—on the core of the placental blood. The two extra words, "Mother's Love," were written with twenty-seven years of tears. The baby suddenly reached out, and the ancestral grave map in his palm transformed into a floor plan of the Yun family mansion. In the very center, the character "局" (bureau) of the "Time and Space Administration Bureau" was blurred by tears, revealing the character "居" (residence) below—the foundation of the Yun family's ancestral home had always been a cage built with the flesh and blood of the women.

In the final second before the spacetime rift closed, Yunhai saw Lin Xiaowan from 1998 kneeling before his father, accepting the protective mirror: "Teacher, I will protect the Chaos Bloodline for you..." The reflection in the mirror was himself from 2025, carrying a baby as he walked out of the delivery room. The plaque at the entrance had somehow changed to "Yun's Medical Clinic," with the couplet: "Using blood as a catalyst, not as a sacrifice; healing the world, our original intention." On the bluestone slab before the threshold, twenty-year-old Lin Xiaowan was squatting, drawing a little rabbit for twelve-year-old Yunhai with a cinnabar pen. The pen was wrapped with the first pear branch from the Awakening of Insects in 1998.

"Mom..." The baby uttered the word clearly for the first time, his pupils reflecting the memories of women throughout history, finally settling on the image of Yunhai before her fall from the cliff at age 26—on the phone screen, Lin Xiaowan's unread message read: "Same place tonight, I made your favorite pear soup." The contact name was "The best Lin Xiaowan in the world." Outside the window, the pear tree was in bloom, petals falling into the baby's palm, turning all twelve tombstones on the ancestral grave map snow-white.