Chapter 71 - 60. Continuing the Dream

"Is this a hospital? Is my wife a doctor?" "Your wife is about to be born." His daughter rolled her eyes and, taking Xia Feng by the arm, marched directly toward the hospital. Xia Feng suddenly snapped to his senses, puzzled, and looked up at the words ’Ping Shan Hospital’ above him, wondering in his heart, Am I... in a dream? Could this dream actually continue? Before Xia Feng could react, he had already been pulled over the threshold. Blinding brilliance assailed him, and he instinctively turned his head and raised his hand to shield it. When he lowered his hand, he found he had not entered any hospital, but rather arrived in a blank, white world. In the center of this world, there was just a solitary rectangular glass coffin standing upright, three meters tall and one meter wide, inside which a woman seemed to be suspended. She was dressed in a bright red immortal dress, the fabric etched with a classical and majestic Divine Phoenix. Elegant and sacred, the pattern stretched from the back of her neck all the way down, enveloping her curves to the ankles of her slender feet, her beautiful toes covered with a translucent, faintly shimmering, light red nail polish. As he approached, Xia Feng finally saw clearly that the delicate yet sensuous top of her foot bore light golden, intricate patterns intertwining up from her ankle, encircling up the bulges and extending to her delicate collarbone, playful nose, and finally disappearing into the slightly open phoenix eyes. Her attire seemed to come from ancient times; her hands clasped together, she stood poised in mid-air, her alabaster skin reflecting as if heavy with gold. Her pupils were full of golden light, divine and nothing else. However, Xia Feng recognized at a glance that the woman’s face bore an uncanny resemblance to that of the one who had brought him here. Sёarch* The NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Confused, Xia Feng glanced back, only to see that the so-called daughter had already vanished without a trace. And as Xia Feng approached, the woman slightly furrowed her thin eyebrows, the golden brilliance in her eyes gradually fading, revealing a pair of phoenix eyes, deep pink in color. With a gentle flutter, her gaze betrayed astonishment yet also a hint of curiosity. She stared unwaveringly at Xia Feng. Xia Feng blinked: "Are you my unborn wife?" "Huh?" The woman gently tilted her head, her voice sweet and naive with a hint of innocence, earnestly responding, "I have a husband." Xia Feng thoughtfully looked at her stomach: "Oh, so the one in your stomach is my wife?" The woman likewise looked down at her own belly and then raised her head in confusion, her pupils filled with incomprehension. "I don’t understand what you mean, but can you take me away with you?" "Take you away?" Xia Feng wondered, "Where are you?" "I don’t know either." The woman’s mature yet charming face revealed a hint of bewilderment, her phoenix eyes losing focus as she murmured to herself, "I don’t know..." Whoosh— Xia Feng suddenly sat up in bed, the drizzling rain outside still falling, its hissing sound lulling people to sleep. He shook his slightly dazed head, as scenes from the dream slowly emerged in his mind. "What is this all about?" He blinked his somewhat perplexed eyes and reached for his phone. [13:09] "Hmm?!" Xia Feng abruptly jumped out of bed, figuring that he was probably oversleeping because of recent exhaustion and had slept till noon. After a quick wash, he headed to Blood Evil Street. With the aid of the Imperial Gate, the crack leading to the Infinite Realm on Blood Evil Street had been sealed off round the clock, and now the area was quite peaceful. And the Ping Shan Hospital had already become ruins, Xia Feng searched the debris for several hours and found nothing of significance. The dream was too bothersome, ambiguous, and Xia Feng shook his head, thinking to let it go. [Mushroom Dislikes Potato: Have you arrived yet?] He glanced at the time; it was nearing half past six. Xia Feng: "I’m on my way." Blood Evil Street was very close to the final Great Wall. Prince Liszt held his birthday banquet at the central tower of the final Great Wall every year. Although it was called a tower, it looked more like an ancient palace stretching across the high wall, beneath the Sky Dome. When Xia Feng arrived at the city wall, the vast square had already been lined with rows of luxurious cars, polished and gleaming. Dedicated ushers approached each luxury car, guiding gentlemen dressed in proper tailcoats and ladies carefully adjusting their backless evening gowns as they stepped out of their vehicles. Groups of noble gentlemen chatted and laughed as they entered the splendidly high gateway. At that moment— Whispers and murmurs began to ripple through the crowd. Xia Feng turned his head to see an indigo streamlined luxury sports car, arrogantly and unconcernedly driving straight up the red carpet reserved for pedestrians, heading directly towards the entrance where the greeters stood. The ushers hurried forward, bending over to open the car door and blocking the roof, their voices low and respectful, "Your Highness, Prince Liszt said to go directly to him when you arrive; he’s waiting for you in Hall 19." The man who got out of the car was dressed in a dark blue tailcoat, had his abundant black hair combed back, tying a small ponytail at the end, and phoenix eyes graced his softly featured face. He kicked the car door shut after pocketing his hands, his voice cool and detached, "No more talk, drive the car away." "Yes." The usher bowed and dived into the vehicle, and the indigo sports car slowly moved into the square, but the ponytailed man didn’t enter. Instead, he stood at the entrance with his hands pocketed, looking around. His gaze clearly paused when he saw Xia Feng. Xia Feng had also noticed him, the eldest son of Prince Liszt, Li Siwen, whom he wasn’t very familiar with. He only knew that this guy had terrible Spirit Master talent; at twenty-eight, he was still just an Apprentice Spirit Master, and no amount of money could buy him a First Rank. However, his artistic accomplishments were excellent. He was also a highly praised piano master in the industry, having won many prestigious awards. As their gazes crossed, Li Siwen lifted his head to look towards the entrance on the right. Xia Feng, too, felt intrigued and looked over. A low-luxury sports car, with an aura of black, glided into the square like a ghost. The car door gently opened upwards, and the fair leg with Black Crystal high heels stretched out of the car as a woman dressed in a reserved black evening gown stepped out. She looked around, her three-thousand threads of snowy hair bound with an ink-crystal pin like a queen’s crown, her exposed smooth clavicle and neck sexy and fair, perhaps because she had taken off her half-framed golden glasses, the usually scholarly and refined air was slightly diminished, revealing the majestic aura of a superior. Looking to the side, Mu Qingtong’s golden eyes caught sight of Xia Feng not far away. The surrounding guests, drawn by the sight, whispered amongst themselves, recognizing this was the young miss of the Taicang Mu family. Although the head of the Taicang Mu family was not of high nobility, he had a niece well-known among all the nobles. A month ago, everyone thought that Prince Liszt’s younger son would be engaged to Mu Qingtong of the Mu family. However, unexpectedly, the day after the engagement was announced, Prince Liszt’s younger son died under mysterious circumstances. Later, after several complications and the intervention of the Black Moon Church, it became a man called Xia Feng who was to be engaged to Mu Qingtong. Seeing Mu Qingtong’s beautiful eyes looking over, Xia Feng, dressed in a perfectly tailored pure white tailcoat, took leisurely steps towards her. Between their exchanged glances, he noticed that Mu Qingtong was not wearing any necklaces or earrings, which appropriately lacked the vulgar extravagance. Xia Feng turned and smiled, opening his right arm slightly, "Shall we go?" "Mm." Mu Qingtong replied softly, her fine hand wrapped in lace tulle slipping into the crook of Xia Feng’s arm, lightly nestling into his embrace. Together, one dressed in black and the other in white, under the watchful eyes of the guests, they stepped on the red carpet and walked slowly toward the radiant high doors.