Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

Without saying a word, Bai Ze turned and left.

Nine illusory fox tails exploded behind him, his white robes fluttered, and he transformed into a nine-colored streak of light, instantly disappearing from the spot.

"Qingqiu Demon King, you dare to trespass into the Demon Realm? Are you courting death?"

As soon as they stepped into the border of the Abyss, several dark figures blocked their way, exuding a chilling demonic aura; they were all Nascent Soul stage demon generals.

"Get out of here."

Bai Ze raised his hand and waved, and nine-colored divine light surged out like a tide. The demon generals didn't even have time to scream before they were blasted away and smashed into more than a dozen black stone mountains.

The commotion was so great that the entire Abyss shook.

"Who?!"

"How dare you run wild on the Demon Lord's territory!"

More and more demonic cultivators surged in from all directions, forming a dark, overwhelming mass with demonic energy soaring into the sky.

Bai Ze clicked his tongue in annoyance.

He didn't have time to waste on these small fry.

"Night Without Trace! Get the hell out here!"

The Demon Emperor's voice, imbued with immense demonic power, resounded throughout the entire Abyss.

Rocks crumbled and demonic clouds surged, causing lower-level demonic cultivators to bleed from their seven orifices.

"Oh."

A soft laugh came from the depths of the abyss.

The next moment, a figure in red appeared out of thin air in front of Bai Ze.

Ye Wuhen leaned against a cloud of black mist, toying with a skull in his hand, his scarlet eyes scrutinizing Bai Ze with great interest.

"Who do we have here? It's the little fox from Qingqiu."

He tilted his head, a wicked smile on his face: "What, you've had enough of living and come here to die?"

Bai Ze clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, suppressing his anger.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Jiang Yining is in trouble! You need to come with me right now!"

Ye Wuhen raised an eyebrow slightly: "So what if she got into trouble? It's good enough that I haven't even settled accounts with her yet."

Bai Ze roared, "She's carrying your child! The demonic fetus is now wreaking havoc, and only your demonic energy can calm it down!"

Ye Wuhen's smile froze for a moment.

"What did you say?"

Bai Ze spoke rapidly: "If we don't go now, she and the child will both die."

The air was deathly still.

"Are you kidding me?"

Bai Ze scoffed, "Do you think I, the mighty Demon Emperor, have so much free time? Are you kidding me in the Demon Realm?"

The skull in Ye Wuhen's hand fell to the ground with a thud and shattered into powder.

The nonchalant look on his face disappeared.

Ye Wuhen said nothing, tore through space, and Bai Ze followed closely behind.

Two figures, one in white and one in red, disappeared into the sky above the Abyss.

The demonic cultivators, who had been brimming with murderous intent just moments before, were now frozen in place, their faces displaying a variety of expressions.

"Did I...did I hear that right? The Demon Emperor just said...the Demon Lord has a child?"

"You heard me right."

Another demonic cultivator muttered, "My god, when did the Demon Lord leave behind a child outside?"

An uproar erupted in the crowd.

"Impossible! Doesn't the Demon Lord hate all that sticky, sentimental love stuff? Last time, the succubus saintess stripped naked and climbed into his bed, and he just threw her straight into the Cave of Ten Thousand Bones!"

"That's right, the Demon Lord can leave straight away even if he sees the most alluring witch... absolutely no man."

"But the Nine-Tailed Demon King himself came to deliver the message, and he was in such a hurry..."

An older demonic cultivator stroked his beard and squinted: "What do you know? The Demon Lord has lived for over a thousand years; what's so strange about him occasionally leaving behind a bloodline outside?"

"I just didn't expect that the Demon Emperor would personally come to invite her. Who is that woman?"

Someone lowered their voice: "Wasn't there a rumor the other day that the Demon Lord went to the human realm and came back in a particularly good mood, and surprisingly didn't kill anyone?"

"Yes, yes, yes! The guards said that when the Demon Lord returned, his clothes were stained with blood, but the corners of his mouth were turned up!"

"So...it's true?"

The group looked at each other, momentarily forgetting their colleague who had just been knocked away.

Someone gasped, "If the Demon Lord truly has offspring... then wouldn't our Abyss be destined for a young master?"

"Whether it will happen or not is still up in the air. The Demon Lord's bloodline is so domineering that an ordinary mother simply cannot withstand it, and it could very well result in the death of both mother and child."

"No wonder the Demon Emperor was in such a hurry."

"etc.

A sinister voice rang out; it belonged to a demon lord at the Nascent Soul stage: "What do you say... if the Demon Lord goes, what if that woman and child don't survive...?"

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone shuddered.

What would the capricious Demon Lord be like if he lost his bloodline and returned?

The Abyss is likely to be awash in blood.

"Let's disperse!"

The demonic cultivators scattered like birds and beasts, but their whispers spread like a plague deep within the abyss.

A question lingered in everyone's mind: would a young master be born from the demon race?

Inside the desolate stone house.

Chu Jinglan and Situ Kong were sweating profusely as they channeled their spiritual energy to maintain Jiang Yining's heart meridian.

Suddenly, the space was torn apart by a pair of large hands covered in magical runes.

A surge of overwhelming bloodthirsty energy instantly shattered the originally gentle spiritual energy within the stone house.

Ye Wuhen strode out and walked straight to Jiang Yining's side, looking down at the woman curled up in a ball.

That bulging, dark belly.

There was an aura that shared the same origin as his.

The amusement faded from Ye Wuhen's scarlet eyes as he pointed a finger at the wisp of black mist.

The originally raging demonic fetus miraculously paused for a moment upon contact with this aura.

"You all get out."

Chu Jinglan's refined face was now covered in frost.

"Night Without Trace, if you dare to touch her in the slightest, I will risk the fate of my nation to raze your Ten Thousand Demon Palace to the ground."

Jiang Yining opened her eyes with difficulty: "You all go out first. I believe the Demon Lord won't hurt me."

Chu Jinglan gritted his teeth and gave Ye Wuhen a deep look, as if he wanted to cut a piece of flesh off the other man.

"I'm outside the door."

The stone gate slammed shut.

The only sound inside was Jiang Yining's rapid and painful breathing, echoing in the empty stone chamber.

Ye Wuhen used his demonic powers again, and Jiang Yining felt the excruciating pain in her abdomen, which had been tearing apart her internal organs, recede like a tide.

Before long, she let out a breath as if she had collapsed, and her tense body instantly went limp.

"Tsk."

"Little liar."

Ye Wuhen slowly leaned down, placing one hand on the edge of the bed beside Jiang Yining, casting her into his shadow.

The strong stench of blood emanating from him, mixed with a strange fragrance, assaulted the senses, carrying an irresistible sense of oppression.

"Explain this to me."

"When did I ever touch you?"

Jiang Yining felt a chill run down her spine. She struggled to sit up, her eyes red like a rabbit's, with beads of sweat and tears still clinging to her long eyelashes, making her look pitiful.

"How...how would I know?"

She pouted as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"If Bai Ze hadn't mentioned it, saying that I had some kind of 'Body Concealed by Myriad Spirits,' I... I wouldn't have known that such an absurd thing existed in this world!"

"Nothing happened between the two of us!"

"The conception of all spirits is just a legend."

That's absurd. Wouldn't Ye Wuhen know whether he touched anyone or not?

His scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were trying to discern every lie his prey uttered.