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

Fifteen minutes later.

A porter with an imposing presence has appeared at the Desolate Abyss Mine.

"What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen the Demon Lord carrying bricks before? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

While viciously threatening the Golden Saber Sect prisoners who were passing by, Ye Wuhen was carrying a small mountain of ore with one hand. However, due to the depletion of his internal energy, he stumbled and almost strained his back.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Situ Kong appeared beside him, fanning himself with a feather fan, and carried a plate of sliced ​​watermelon: "Demon Lord, if your back is sore, don't push yourself."

"There are techniques to moving bricks, would you like me to give you some pointers? It's not expensive, just call me 'brother' and I'll let you know."

Ye Wuhen gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound.

A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs! This blind man, taking advantage of his current loss of cultivation, has been jumping around in front of him quite a bit these past two days.

"Situ Kong, you just wait."

Ye Wuhen smiled sinisterly, a smile that sent chills down Situ Kong's spine: "I hope you can still smile when my daughter comes to play with you."

Before Situ Kong could even process what those words meant, he felt a weight on his thigh.

He lowered his head and met a pair of eerie eyes.

Sanbao had somehow slipped over there and was now clinging to his leg, drooling as he stared at the magical artifact hanging from his waist.

"It's shiny...I want to eat it."

Situ Kong froze, "Little...little niece, this is my family heirloom. You can't eat it, it'll give you a stomachache..."

"You're lying!"

Sanbao pouted, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth: "Second brother said this is the most valuable, and it must taste the best!"

After saying that, he took a big gulp.

Click.

Even the most exquisite magical artifact was as brittle as a biscuit under the teeth of the Chaos Demon Body.

Situ Kong's heart was shattered into pieces.

"My secret weapon!!"

Before he could finish wailing, Sanbao seemed to find the taste good and climbed up his thigh, aiming straight for the hairpin on his head.

"No! Ningning gave this to me!"

"Help! Murder! Jiang Yining, control your daughter!"

Situ Kong threw away his feather fan and ran wildly across the mine, completely disregarding his image.

Behind them, Sanbao, with his short legs, followed relentlessly like a persistent leech. Wherever he went, demonic energy surged, frightening the surrounding cultivators into jumping to the treetops for refuge.

"Don't run away! Give Yao Yao a bite! Just one bite!"

Ye Wuhen, carrying the ore, watched this scene and let out a maniacal laugh like a clapper: "Good girl! Bite all his magic weapons!"

Erbao Chuanyan squatted on a rock not far away, holding an account book in his hand, watching the play while quickly taking notes.

"Uncle Situ damaged a set of work clothes, deducting ten points."

"Uncle Demon Lord instigated violence, deduct five points."

"Little sister... well, she's in a growth spurt, so her food intake will be recorded in the public accounts."

Da Bao Jiang Lei stood beside his younger brother, holding his sword. Looking at the chaotic scene, he tried his best to keep a straight face, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

This chaotic wasteland feels more like home.

It would be even better if all the fathers could be here.

As night fell, the wind from the desolate abyss, carrying the roughness unique to the Gobi Desert, howled and swept across the newly built city walls.

The hundreds of Golden Saber Sect prisoners were exhausted, lying haphazardly in a sheltered spot, snoring loudly.

The main hall, which had almost been demolished during the day, finally returned to quiet, with only the spirit stone lamp hanging on the eaves flickering on and off.

Jiang Yining came out of the side hall and quietly closed the door.

Inside the house, Sanbao Jiang Yeyao was probably tired from playing all day and was sleeping on her back with one leg draped over Dabao's stomach, muttering "I want to eat more."

Jiang Yining tightened her cloak and turned to walk towards the city wall.

As expected, a tail appeared behind it.

The footsteps were unsteady and dragging, completely lacking the ghostly, silent movements of the former Demon Lord. Instead, they resembled a large dog that shamelessly followed its master out for a walk.

"Go back to sleep."

Without turning her head, Jiang Yining lightly touched the top of her toes and landed gracefully on the three-zhang-high city wall crenellation.

"I can't sleep."

The man behind her gasped for breath, laboriously used his internal energy to climb up the city wall, and plopped down at her feet.

Ye Wuhen casually loosened his collar, letting the cold wind rush in: "There's no reason for you to work alone in the middle of the night."

Jiang Yining looked down at him.

The once frenzied demon lord, clad in fiery red robes, now wore a white brocade robe, his slender figure softening his flamboyant appearance and adding a touch of serenity.

Jiang Yining noticed that there were several blisters on his palms.

"Hand out."

Ye Wuhen grinned, obediently offering his hand and even tickling her palm: "What? Feeling sorry for me? This little injury is nothing to me..."

Before he could finish speaking, a warm and gentle wood-elemental spiritual energy flowed into his meridians through his palm.

hiss--

The feeling of a dry riverbed suddenly being nourished by spring water sent chills down Ye Wuhen's spine, and he almost groaned out loud on the spot.

"What exactly happened during those two months at the Ancient Pool of Ten Thousand Demons?"

While channeling her spiritual energy, Jiang Yining stared into his eyes and said, "I want to hear the truth. Don't try to fool me with some 'trivial matter'."

Ye Wuhen squinted his eyes contentedly, trying to pull his hand back, but Jiang Yining held it tightly.

He could only shrug, his gaze fixed on the dark sky of the far west, his tone as casual as if he were talking about what he had for breakfast that day.

"It's nothing, it's just that the old monsters in that pool don't want to use the space. The water in that pool is a bit hot, probably enough to boil a Nascent Soul cultivator into soup."

He paused, then chuckled, "I reasoned with them. I used my fists. I beat those twelve old geezers guarding the pool into submission, and that's how they let me in, wasn't it?"

Jiang Yining's fingertips trembled slightly.

The Ancient Pool of Ten Thousand Demons is a forbidden area in the Demon Realm, a place where, according to legend, the resentment of ancient demon gods gathers.

What do you mean by "a little hot"? It's the infernal fire that can erode the soul.

His source energy is now almost depleted, which means that he not only has to protect the three treasures from harm, but also has to devote most of his power to fighting against the resentment, and even burn his own demonic source.

Jiang Yining asked, "You almost lost your life for the sake of your child, Demon Lord. This doesn't seem like you."

"Why doesn't it look like it?"

Ye Wuhen suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her down by a little force.

Their noses were touching, their breaths mingling.

The mad obsession in his eyes resurfaced, yet it was mixed with an unprecedented seriousness: "That's your child and mine, with our blood flowing in their veins."

"Jiang Yining, in my whole life, my father didn't love me, my mother didn't care for me, my sworn brother wanted to kill me, and my subordinates wanted to rebel against me."

"I have lived for a thousand years, and no one has ever stood by my side to walk with me."

He reached out his other hand, his rough fingertips gently stroking Jiang Yining's cheek, his voice low and husky: "Although you're a ruthless woman, full of scheming..."

Jiang Yining raised an eyebrow: "So?"

"Therefore, I'm happy to."

Ye Wuhen grinned like a scoundrel: "I'm useless now, so I'm sticking with you from now on."

"If you dare to start something and then abandon it, I will haunt you every day as a ghost."

Looking at his nonchalant attitude, Jiang Yining instantly forgot any feelings of gratitude she had for him.

But a certain tender emotion, like a vine, quietly sprouted in my heart.

From a tyrant in the illusion to a fallen demon lord today.

She hadn't felt anything before, but seeing how he risked his life for his daughter changed her completely.

Men who are doting fathers to their daughters also have a unique charm.

"Are you determined to cling to me?"

A playful smile curved Jiang Yining's lips, and a dangerous glint flashed in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

She chuckled softly, then suddenly grabbed his belt with her other hand, and leaped into the air.

The wind howled.

Before Ye Wuhen could react, the two had already disappeared from the city wall and entered the bedroom of the city lord's mansion in the next second.