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

Suddenly finding his arms empty, Ye Wuhen looked pitiful, like a big wolfhound whose bone had been stolen: "Let me hold you a little longer..."

"Change out of your beggar's clothes first!"

Jiang Yining tossed him a clean robe with a look of disdain.

Erbao Chu Anyan handed over a long bill at the opportune moment, a professional fake smile on his little face: "Uncle Demon Lord, the storerooms are almost empty because of all the spiritual medicines we've used up. It's a total of 80 million spirit stones. Installment payments are supported, with interest at 90% and 13%."

Night Without Trace: "..."

He touched the empty storage ring.

In order to perform a baptism for his daughter and smooth things over with those old fogies in the Demon Realm, he, the mighty Demon Lord, has been utterly destitute after all the expenses along the way.

"I am your sister's father, and you still want to pay?"

Chu Anyan gave a classic Situ Kong-style smile: "Since you all donated voluntarily before, the wages for working here will be yours, and each of you will have an account."

With a flick of his spiritual power, the little man sent an account book flying out of his storage bag.

He flipped to the page with a whoosh, which recorded how much effort he had put in the Desolate Abyss and how many spirit stones he had earned.

The account shows that Ye Wuhen received 50,000 spirit stones in wages.

Chu Anyan deliberately flipped to the page of his father, Chu Jinglan.

The records show that Chu Jinglan earned 20 million spirit stones for running the academy and setting up magic arrays.

Ye Wuhen glanced at the number, narrowed his eyes, and snorted, "I'll owe you for now."

He then raised an eyebrow and glanced at Jiang Yining: "My people are all here, how could they run away? At worst, I'll pay with my body."

"Night Without Trace, what are you saying in front of the child!"

Jiang Yining rolled her eyes and said to Chu Anyan, "Anyan, let's get rid of this debt. He did it to save his sister."

Chu Anyan pondered for a moment, then used his spiritual power to record in the ledger: "As the older brother, I should support my younger sister. So this sum is for my sister's medicine, and it will be split between my account and my account."

After finishing writing, he turned to his older brother, Jiang Lei, and asked, "Big brother, you don't have any objections, right?"

Jiang Lei nodded solemnly: "The eldest brother should shoulder more responsibility. I'll take seven, and you take three."

Chu Anyan seemed to think it made sense, and then revised it again.

Jiang Yining smiled and shook her head, watching the three siblings gathered together neatly.

Da Bao Jiang Lei, born with the spirit of a swordsman, is as steady as a mountain, like a heavy sword with its edge hidden.

Erbao Chu An Yan, with the body of the Purple Star Emperor, is a deep and calculating jade stone.

Jiang Yeyao, the third treasure, possesses a chaotic demonic body, is irritable and naive, and is like a ball of demonic fire that could explode at any moment.

"elder brother?"

Jiang Yeyao tilted her head, as if she understood what her brothers said, and kissed Da Bao's cheek: "Brother, okay."

Jiang Lei froze. Although he was usually very cool, he was at a loss for what to do when faced with this soft and cute little sister.

He hesitated for a moment, then took out a piece of "essence mother" ore that was extremely hard to find, which was originally intended to be used to refine swords.

"Here...you can play with it."

Jiang Yeyao's eyes lit up, and she grabbed it and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Crunch."

She bit off a corner of the incredibly hard "sperm mother".

"tasty!"

Jiang Yeyao squinted her eyes happily.

Jiang Lei's heart was bleeding, but he maintained the dignity of an elder brother on his face: "If you like it... that's good."

Seeing this, Chu Anyan silently clutched his storage bag and took a step back.

This little sister is too expensive to raise, I can't afford it, I simply can't afford it.

"Second brother?" Jiang Yeyao stared at him, or rather, at his glittering abacus.

"You can't eat this!" Chu Anyan shouted in terror.

"I want it!" Jiang Yeyao pouted, her demonic energy surging, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Ye Wuhen immediately chimed in, "Take it! That's the rule in our Demon Realm—what you see is yours! Don't be afraid, daughter, Dad will back you up!"

"Night Without a Trace!"

Jiang Yining, unable to bear it any longer, kicked him in the butt: "You dare to corrupt my daughter and see what happens! The first rule of the Desolate Abyss Clan: No internal strife! No robbery!"

Ye Wuhen was kicked and staggered, but he wasn't angry. Instead, he collapsed to the ground and looked at the children playing around, a sense of unprecedented peace appearing in his eyes.

"Hey, Blind Situ."

Ye Wuhen nudged Situ Kong, who was watching the scene unfold, with his toe: "During my absence, did Ningning suffer any injustice?"

Situ Kong leaned against the door frame, watching the woman in red chasing after the child, a gentle smile curving his lips.

"With me here, how could she possibly suffer any injustice?"

Ye Wuhen clicked his tongue: "If I ascend to heaven one day, you must take good care of them."

On the third day after Ye Wuhen returned, Huangyuan's style completely went astray.

What was originally a tense and serious combat readiness base has been transformed into a chaotic and high-risk kindergarten.

"Wow--!!!"

At dawn, a deafening cry shattered the roof tiles of Baiyu Academy.

Situ Kong, who was teaching "Basic Formations" to his new disciples, suddenly jerked his pen, which broke in two.

He rubbed his temples in pain, skillfully activated a soundproof barrier, and gave his terrified disciples an awkward but polite smile.

"It's alright, this is... well, morning exercise. Let's continue."

backyard.

Sanbao Jiang Yeyao was sitting on the ground throwing a tantrum, kicking up dust with her short legs. Demonic energy spread out in circles with her cries, and the newly planted spiritual herbs around her withered instantly.

"I want to ride a horse! I don't want to drink this bitter water!"

Before her, Ye Wuhen was lying on the ground, holding a bowl of medicine to suppress demonic energy, without any dignity.

"My dear girl, this is sweet, it really is sweet."

The once ruthless demon lord now wore a fawning smile, shaking a rattle drum noisily: "Take a sip, and Daddy will take you to catch that nine-tailed fox and pluck its fur, okay?"

Far away in Qingqiu, Bai Ze, who was healing his wounds, suddenly shivered and inexplicably felt a chill at the base of his tail.

"don't want!"

Sanbao slapped the medicine bowl away.

Instead of being angry, Ye Wuhen tenderly took his daughter's little hand and blew on it, saying, "Ouch, does your hand hurt? This broken bowl is too hard. If I do, I'll kill all the craftsmen who made it!"

"Cough cough."

A cold snort came from the corridor.

Jiang Yining crossed her arms and watched the scene expressionlessly: "Ye Wuhen, don't teach your daughter badly! Look at how you've spoiled her these past two months!"

Ye Wuhen froze, then awkwardly scrambled to his feet, trying to salvage his reputation with the aura of a Demon Lord: "We demons..."

"Go to hell, get back to work, this is none of your business."

Jiang Yining pointed to the mountain of black iron ore in the distance: "Go."

"This venerable one..."

"Not going?"

Jiang Yining raised an eyebrow and looked at the three treasures on the ground: "Yaoyao, do you want to eat even better spirit ore? I'll have your dad earn some money to buy it for you."

Sanbao immediately stopped crying, his big, bright eyes, like purple grapes, looking at Ye Wuhen: "Daddy, make money! Buy a mine!"

Night Without Trace: "..."