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Chapter 5366: A Little Exciting

Mo Baobao, who had been left neglected, suddenly burst into loud cries.

The Empress quickly stepped forward, reaching out to hug her grandson, her face beaming with a smile. "Quick, his relatives outside must be anxious. Take the Little Imperial Grandson out for them to see."

Several nannies smilingly opened the palace doors, and outside, exclamations of surprise could be heard.

Mo Lian didn't turn his head, focused only on holding Qiaoqiao's hand and saying, "Qiaoqiao, why don't you lie down and rest for a bit?"

Qiao Mu wasn't particularly sleepy at the moment. Instead, she was full of joy and wanted to hold the little one again. She had only glanced at him earlier, seeing his small face all wrinkled, and now she wanted a closer look.

Mo Lian, understanding his wife's thoughts perfectly, nodded knowingly when he saw her expression. He patted her hand and said, "I'll go get him."

He stood up and walked to the doorway. Just as he was about to step out, he heard Qiao Lin excitedly exclaim from outside, "Mom, the sky is covered in dark clouds. Could it be a strong storm is coming?"

"Yeah, it was fine just a moment ago, full of twinkling stars," Qiao Sen's confused voice followed.

Mo Lian's heart skipped a beat. He quickly glanced towards the sky. "What the heck, this isn't a sign of a coming storm; it looks more like... a magnificent heavenly tribulation!"

"Damn it, who is it punishing?!"

"His wife worked so hard to give birth, and this cursed old heaven, being blind, still wants to punish her?"

Crown Prince Mo's phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, deep sharp glints filling their depths.

"What's happening?" the Empress asked, startled, involuntarily tightening her grip on the child.

Mo Lian reached out for the infant. "Mother, tell the people outside to find shelter first. The heavenly tribulation is likely coming."

"Heavenly tribulation!" The Empress's voice immediately rose significantly, her face filled with anger. "Punishing who??"

Mo Lian's hand paused slightly.

His hands passed through a defensive layer, and he unhesitatingly picked up the small baby.

He looked down at the wrinkled little rascal and turned towards Qiao Mu's bed. This little rascal was indeed a handful. He was so tiny, yet he could already set up a defensive layer to block his own father? Hmph, hmph! Did this little rascal think he could defy the heavens? With his cultivation of Divine Realm seventh or eighth level, how could he compare to his father?

Mo Lian paused his steps, suddenly widening his eyes. "Wait?!"

"Divine Realm seventh... seventh level, eighth? Eighth level? Eighth level?!"

Mo Lian stumbled, nearly falling onto the bed. His dark phoenix eyes stared intently at the little one in his arms. Was that not an illusion just now? On that defensive layer, he had indeed sensed the aura of a Divine Realm cultivator.

Qiao Mu saw her husband sitting blankly on the bed, holding the baby, his back stiff, lost in thought for a long time. She couldn't help but lean closer, turning her head to face him. "What's wrong?"

Mo Lian, holding the baby who had stopped crying and fallen into a deep sleep, turned to look at his wife, his expression blank. "Qiaoqiao, you might not believe it, but our child opened his mystic meridian at birth."

Mo Lian paused, then suddenly added, "Qiaoqiao is now at Divine Realm eighth level."

Qiao Mu was speechless at his startled reaction. "What is it?"

Mo Lian said expressionlessly, "Our son inherited all your cultivation."

The heavenly tribulation, it turned out, was coming for this little brat...