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

Time flies like sand through fingers, slipping away swiftly under the blood-red moonlight.

Two whole months.

The desolate abyss seemed to have become a tireless war machine.

It was dusk that day.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the walls of the desolate city crimson.

Jiang Yining stood on the city wall, checking the account book that Erbao handed her.

"Mother, today's income is three million spirit stones. After deducting the losses from the formation and labor, we have a net profit of one million eight hundred thousand."

Chu Anyan fiddled with the abacus with her small hands, making a clattering sound. Her delicate, pretty face displayed a shrewdness beyond her years.

"Not bad." Jiang Yining smiled and said, "Pass the word down that we'll have an extra meal tonight."

Before he could finish speaking...

A terrifying pressure that sent shivers down one's spine suddenly erupted from the horizon of the far west.

The commotion abruptly ceased.

That's... demonic energy.

Pure to the extreme, it seemed to be a monstrous demonic aura emanating from the deepest abyss.

In the western sky, the once red moon had been stained as black as ink.

A black crack stretched across the sky, as if the sky had split open a giant gaping hole.

"What is that...?"

The monks on the city wall looked up in alarm.

Amidst the billowing demonic energy, a figure staggered out.

He didn't fly on a sword or wield any magical artifacts; he simply shattered the void with his physical body.

His iconic black dragon robe was now tattered and worn, reduced to strips of cloth hanging on his body.

Her once smooth, silky black hair was now a tangled mess, covered in dark red scabs.

That once handsome face that drove female cultivators of the Three Realms mad was now unshaven, thin with prominent cheekbones and sunken eyes, looking like a beggar who had just escaped from a refugee camp.

His eyes revealed a kind of madness that seemed to want to kill gods and Buddhas alike.

Ye Wuhen was holding a little girl who looked to be about two years old in his arms.

Situ Kong jumped up from his chair, rubbing his eyes in disbelief: "Who robbed this old devil? How come he's in a worse state than me?"

Jiang Yining's heart skipped a beat.

"Night...without a trace?"

Those once arrogant purple eyes shone with an astonishing light the moment they saw Jiang Yining.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. His smile was somewhat silly, yet also carried a sense of exhaustion, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Jiang Yining..."

Ye Wuhen's voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand: "I have fulfilled my mission."

"I cured our daughter."

"Not a single hair is missing, not even a single beard or tail."

After saying this, the Demon Lord, who had not even flinched when facing an attack from the Mahayana stage, tilted his head and completely fainted.

Jiang Yining looked at his wrist, which was now just skin and bones, where the Demon Emperor's essence that had once surged was now almost completely depleted.

In order to baptize the Three Treasures, what exactly did he experience in the Ancient Pool of Ten Thousand Demons?

With what kind of willpower did she use to fight her way through the beast tide while carrying her child, even after exhausting her cultivation?

Jiang Yining felt a lump in her throat, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She took her daughter, who was pouting and smiling, and placed her other hand on Ye Wuhen's blood-stained chest, pouring the life essence of the Myriad Spirit Divine Tree into her as if it were free.

"idiot."

She muttered a curse under her breath, her voice trembling slightly.

"It's good that you're back."

When Ye Wuhen woke up, he thought he had arrived in the underworld.

All around was a vast expanse of white, and a rich aroma of medicine and... milk lingered around my nose?

"woke up?"

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Ye Wuhen suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a handsome face with a hint of mockery.

Situ Kong held a bowl of dark, murky medicine in his hand, looking at him with ill intent: "Oh, the Demon Lord is really tough. He didn't die even with his source so depleted. It seems the saying 'the wicked live a thousand years' is true."

"roll."

Ye Wuhen subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to swat the fly to death, but found that his meridians were in excruciating pain, his dantian was empty, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

"Don't waste your energy."

Situ Kong shoved the spoon at his mouth with a smug look: "You've overdrawn your foundation and burned your essence; you're at most at the Golden Core stage now."

"Here, drink your medicine. This is a 'Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup' personally prepared by my wife. Although I added some Coptis chinensis, good medicine tastes bitter."

Ye Wuhen turned his head away, his eyes searching the room anxiously: "Where's the child?"

"They're tearing down the house next door."

Situ Kong shrugged and pointed to the wall.

boom--!

As if to prove his words, a loud crash suddenly came from next door, followed by the sound of a wall collapsing.

Ye Wuhen's previously dim eyes instantly lit up with the unique gleam of a father: "Listen to that! How powerful! No wonder you're my offspring!"

Situ Kong: "..."

Is this the legendary filter? That's the sound of a house being demolished!

Ye Wuhen, with a strength he didn't know he had, struggled to get out of bed and staggered out, leaning against the wall.

"Hey, hey, you're not wearing shoes..."

Before Situ Kong could finish speaking, the once arrogant Demon Lord rushed into the main hall next door, barefoot and with disheveled hair.

The main hall was in complete disarray.

The ancient rosewood table that was originally placed in the center of the hall has now turned into a pile of wood chips.

On top of that pile of sawdust sat a beautifully sculpted little girl.

She looked to be no more than two or three years old, wearing a little black dress and with two little pigtails on her head that swayed back and forth with her movements.

What's most striking about her are her eyes.

His left eye was a deep black, while his right eye was an eerie red.

Da Bao Jiang Lei stood to the side with a heavy sword on his back, his usually expressionless face now filled with doting affection.

Erbao Chu Anyan clutched his chest in anguish, staring at the wood chips on the ground, muttering to himself, "Sandalwood... three thousand spirit stones a pound... how much money has this cost..."

"Yao Yao!"

Ye Wuhen called out, his voice filled with an unprecedented tenderness and trembling.

The little girl, who was engrossed in eating, paused.

She turned around and saw the man who looked like a beggar; her purple eyes instantly curved into crescents.

"Father!"

She threw away the table leg she was holding, opened her small hands covered in wood shavings, and charged forward like a small black cannonball.

"Be careful!"

Jiang Yining had just come out from the back room carrying fruit when she saw this and was shocked.

You should know that Sanbao has now awakened the Chaos Demon Body, and his monstrous strength is something that even Golden Core cultivators can't withstand. Ye Wuhen is just a fragile character right now!

But it was too late.

boom!

Sanbao crashed solidly into Ye Wuhen's arms.

"puff--"

Ye Wuhen spat out a mouthful of blood and was thrown back several meters by the impact, only stopping when his back hit a pillar.

But he didn't even flinch. Instead, he laughed loudly and lifted his daughter above his head, letting the blood from the corner of his mouth drip onto his clothes.

"Great! That's powerful! Daddy likes it!"

"Daddy, lift me up high!" Sanbao kicked his legs excitedly.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Jiang Yining rushed over, snatched the three treasures, handed them to the big treasure next to her, and then poked Ye Wuhen on the forehead with a finger.

"You just had your life saved, and now you want to be sent away by your own daughter?"