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

Jiang Yining's fingers clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.

He died from his body exploding.

These four words struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

"I'm going to prepare the flying boat."

Ji Lingxiao silently sheathed his sword and turned to leave: "I'll go with you. If those demon bastards dare to lay a finger on Sanbao, I'll raze the Demon Realm to the ground."

"I'll go too."

Chu Jinglan straightened his clothes.

"Me too..." Bai Ze was about to raise his hand.

"no."

Ye Wuhen shook his head, his refusal firm: "The Ancient Pool of Ten Thousand Demons is a forbidden area for the demon race. It's no joke if you go there and get corrupted by demonic energy."

"And now the blood moon could arrive at any moment."

"Only me and the child can go."

Ji Lingxiao and Chu Jinglan stopped in their tracks, their faces ashen, as if they had swallowed flies.

Letting them watch helplessly as Ye Wuhen takes the child away to that dangerous place is worse than killing them.

All eyes eventually turned to Jiang Yining.

She is a mother.

The final decision rests with her.

Jiang Yining walked to the bedside and gently stroked Sanbao's soft baby hair.

The little one wasn't sleeping soundly; he would occasionally twitch, clearly enduring pain.

Do you trust Ye Wuhen?

This man once tried to kill her and devour the child.

Jiang Yining closed her eyes, and the events of the past two weeks flashed through her mind.

"Go."

The two simple words made Ye Wuhen suddenly raise his head, his eyes filled with unbelievable surprise.

"You...believe me?"

"I don't believe you." Jiang Yining looked directly into his eyes, her tone cold. "I believe in Sanbao's father."

Ye Wuhen was stunned.

An unprecedented sour feeling surged into his nasal cavity, almost causing this ruthless demon, who bleeds but never sheds tears, to lose his composure.

"it is good."

Ye Wuhen didn't say anything more.

He took a step back and, in front of everyone, knelt down on one knee, facing Jiang Yining and the three treasures on the bed.

This is the highest form of loyalty offered by the demon race.

"I, Ye Wuhen, swear by my demonic heart."

He pointed his fingers like a knife and drew a bloody line across his heart, drawing out a drop of blood containing the imprint of his soul. That drop of blood burned in the air, transforming into an ancient contract rune.

"On this journey to the Demon Realm, if Sanbao loses even a single hair, if she suffers even the slightest injustice..."

Ye Wuhen raised his head, his heterochromatic eyes burning with earth-shattering flames, and his voice boomed like thunder, shaking the entire desolate abyss.

"I, Ye Wuhen, will bring you my head!"

Boom—!

The heavens responded, and thunder rumbled.

This is a vow to the death. If broken, one will be condemned by heaven and earth and never be reincarnated.

Ji Lingxiao and Chu Jinglan exchanged a glance, and the hostility in their eyes subsided slightly.

Although I still really want to stab this bastard twice, I have to admit that this guy is serious this time.

"Alright, stop with the nonsense."

Jiang Yining waved her hand dismissively, dispelling the somber atmosphere. "Get up and pack your things. Have you brought enough diapers?"

Ye Wuhen grinned, and the gloom instantly vanished, revealing a set of bright white teeth, making him look somewhat...憨 (simple-minded/naive).

"I brought everything! I packed ten storage rings!"

He carefully picked up the sleeping Sanbao and wrapped her tightly in the black dragon robe that was strong enough to withstand attacks from the Mahayana stage, leaving only her rosy little face exposed.

"I'm gone."

Ye Wuhen didn't turn around. He waved his hand with his back to the crowd, and his figure transformed into a black streak of light, instantly breaking through the clouds and speeding towards the Demon Realm in the far west.

A brief silence fell over the hall as the dark figure disappeared into the horizon.

"Mother..."

Da Bao, who had been hiding behind the door, peeked out, clutching a wooden sword tightly in his hand. His eyes were red-rimmed. "Will my little sister be alright?"

Erbao also came out, his little face tense, holding the abacus he hadn't even warmed yet: "If anyone bullies my sister, I'll chase him to the ends of the earth and kill him."

Jiang Yining squatted down, put her arms around one of her sons, and hugged them close.

No, it won't.

She looked at the western sky, which was dyed red by the setting sun, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Although that place is a demon realm, there is a madman there."

"A madman who would do anything for his daughter."

"Mother."

Da Bao raised his head, his eyes resolute: "I'm going to practice swordsmanship now. From now on, I want to be my sister's support."

"I'll go to school too."

Erbao's face tightened: "There are golden houses in books. I want to earn lots of money so my sister can spend it all she wants."

The Demon Realm, the Netherworld Blood Sea.

The sky here is perpetually dark red, and the air is thick with the stench of sulfur and blood. For ordinary cultivators, this is hell, a forbidden zone. Inhaling even a single breath of demonic energy can cause their meridians to reverse.

But for the three treasures who had just arrived, this place was simply paradise.

"Giggle giggle!"

Before even entering the Demon Palace gates, Sanbao, perched on Ye Wuhen's shoulder, was already dancing with excitement. She opened her toothless little mouth and took a deep breath.

call--!

The dense, impenetrable demonic mist around her seemed to be sucked away by a range hood, forming a small, visible vortex that continuously seeped into her nostrils.

Her face, which had been somewhat listless from the long journey, instantly became rosy, and even her large, dark eyes seemed to shimmer with a faint purple light.

"My little darling, eat slowly, no one will take it from you." Ye Wuhen patted her back affectionately, and casually injected a stream of pure magic into her body to help her refine the impure demonic energy.

Before the gates of the Demon Palace, two rows of demonic cultivators, clad in black armor and exuding a murderous aura, were already kneeling on the ground.

"Welcome back to the palace, Your Majesty!"

The sound was like thunder, and the murderous aura soared to the sky.

Leading the group were the left and right guardians of the Demon Realm. The left guardian was a seductive succubus, and the right guardian was a muscular minotaur. When they saw Ye Wuhen carrying a pink bundle and holding a baby in his arms, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Your Excellency..." Left Protector Chi Lian swayed forward, her gaze falling on Sanbao, a hint of greed and doubt flashing in her eyes, "This is the 'tonic' you brought back from the mortal realm? Its quality is indeed top-grade. If I were to refine it..."

Bang!

Before she could finish speaking, Chi Lian was sent flying like a broken sandbag, crashing heavily into an obsidian pillar a hundred feet away, creating a human-shaped crater.

"Pfft—" Chi Lian spat out a mouthful of black blood, her face filled with terror.

Ye Wuhen withdrew his foot, his eyes colder than the wind of this demonic realm.

"To convey the decree of our principal deity."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire Demon Palace, each word carrying an undeniable bloodthirstiness.

"This is my daughter, the only princess of the Demon Realm."

"Seeing her is like seeing the real her."

"If anyone dares to have any wicked thoughts, or if she loses a single hair..." Ye Wuhen surveyed his surroundings, his heterochromatic eyes burning with a violent flame, "I will let him know what it means to wish for death but not to live."

The entire room fell silent.

All the demonic cultivators lay prostrate on the ground, trembling, not daring to even lift their heads.

They could sense that His Majesty was not joking.

That ruthless killer has truly become a doting father to his daughter.