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

Compared to Da Bao's composure and Er Bao's cunning, San Bao Jiang Ye Yao has been having a very difficult time lately.

The desolate abyss, the back garden.

This place was originally a treasure land where hundreds of flowers bloomed and the spirit was vibrant, but now it looks like it has been burned by fire, with black patches and bare ground.

"Waaah..."

A faint, almost inaudible sobbing sound came from inside the artificial cave.

Ye Wuhen paced back and forth outside the artificial hill like an ant on a hot pan. His once cool and stylish black and gold magic robe was now covered in mud and grass clippings, and his hair was a mess.

"Yaoyao? My dear daughter? Please come out! Daddy doesn't blame you, really!"

Ye Wuhen lay prone at the cave entrance, his face pressed against the rock, his tone utterly humble: "It's just a few ancient spiritual herbs that were burned, right? It's alright! Daddy will compensate! Daddy will go rob... no, go buy! I'll buy the entire Medicine King Valley for you to burn for fun!"

"Waaah... I'm a monster..."

From inside the cave came Jiang Yeyao's sobbing voice, filled with deep self-loathing, "The flowers my second brother planted die if you touch them... Big Yellow runs away when it sees me... I don't want to be a demon..."

Ye Wuhen's heart was breaking.

This is the domineering nature of the Chaos Demon Body.

Although Jiang Yeyao is only three months old but looks two years old, her life was no longer in danger after the last treatment, but the demonic energy in her body is too violent.

In addition, she is young and cannot control her emotions. Whenever she gets a little excited, the living beings around her will be eroded and withered by the demonic energy.

She had only wanted to touch the seven-colored flower that her second brother had just planted, but before she could even touch it, the flower turned black and gray.

The feeling of rejection and fear caused the sensitive little one to break down.

"Who said you're a monster!"

Ye Wuhen's eyes reddened with anxiety. "You're the Demon Lord's daughter! The most noble little princess in the world! It's good that you're powerful! Who dares to run? Dahuang dares to run? I'll go stew it right now!"

"Wow—!! Daddy's a big bad guy! He's going to kill the dog again!"

The crying inside the cave grew louder, accompanied by waves of dark red demonic energy surging out, and the surrounding artificial rocks began to weather at a visible speed.

Ye Wuhen was at a loss.

He's good at killing people, but he's really bad at coaxing daughters!

"Don't cry, don't cry! Daddy was wrong! Daddy won't kill the dog! Daddy will let you ride on his back like a dog, okay?"

The mighty Demon Lord, the invincible Ye Wuhen, was actually lying on the ground, barking like a dog: "Woof! Woof woof!"

Bai Ze and Chu Jinglan, who were peeking from behind the corridor, almost burst out laughing, the light from the memory stones in their hands flashing incessantly.

This is the Demon Lord's dark history, it must be treasured!

But Jiang Yeyao still refused to come out.

She felt like she would hurt everyone, like a jinx.

Just as Ye Wuhen was about to forcibly dismantle the artificial hill and rescue the person, an enticing aroma suddenly wafted over.

It tastes like roasted sweet potato.

Moreover, these are not ordinary roasted sweet potatoes; they have a faint, refreshing aroma of wood.

Jiang Yining walked over slowly, holding two skewered sweet potatoes in her hand.

She glanced at Ye Wuhen lying on the ground and kicked him in disgust: "Get off me, you're an eyesore."

Just as Ye Wuhen was about to explode, he saw it was the child's mother and immediately cowered, getting up with a pitiful expression: "Yining, Yaoyao, she..."

Jiang Yining ignored him and walked straight to the entrance of the artificial cave, where she sat down cross-legged.

"Oh dear, these sweet potatoes are too raw; they won't bake through!"

Jiang Yining held the raw sweet potato and waved it at the entrance of the cave, muttering to herself, "If only there were even a little bit of fire, preferably a... strong fire."

The crying inside the cave stopped.

After a while, a small head timidly peeked out. Jiang Yeyao's heterochromatic eyes, one black and one red, were still filled with tears, and her nose was red as she stared at the sweet potato in Jiang Yining's hand.

"Mother..."

"Yaoyao, can you help your mother with something?" Jiang Yining handed over the sweet potato, her eyes showing no fear or disgust, only complete trust. "Use your fire to help your mother roast it."

Jiang Yeyao recoiled in fright, shaking her head frantically, "No! It'll burn! I'll turn the sweet potato to ash!"

"No, it won't." Jiang Yining held her small hand, feeling the warmth in her palm. "Power has no good or evil, no right or wrong. It all depends on how you use it."

"Like a knife, it's a murder weapon in the hands of a bad guy, but a cooking tool in the hands of a chef."

Jiang Yining guided the demonic energy within Jiang Yeyao's body, her voice gentle yet firm: "Yaoyao is not a monster, Yaoyao is the most amazing little chef in the world. Come on, try to make the fire a little smaller, a little gentler, like... you should pat Dahuang's head."

Jiang Yeyao blinked, and seeing her mother's encouraging gaze, she finally mustered up her courage.

"call……"

A cluster of dark red demonic fire emerged from her fingertips. Initially volatile, it gradually calmed down under the soothing influence of Jiang Yining's divine wood aura, enveloping the sweet potato.

Although it was still difficult to control, the sweet potato skins were even a bit burnt.

But it didn't turn to ash.

Half an hour later, a sweet, caramelized aroma filled the air.

"It's ripe!" Jiang Yeyao exclaimed in surprise, her eyes sparkling.

Jiang Yining broke open the sweet potato, its golden flesh steaming hot. She blew on it, fed a bite to Jiang Yeyao first, and then took a big bite herself.

"So sweet." Jiang Yining squinted her eyes. "This is the best sweet potato my mother has ever eaten. A hundred times better than those roasted over an ordinary fire!"

Jiang Yeyao was stunned.

She looked at her hands. So... her power could also create things that made people happy?

"I want some too! I want some too!"

Ye Wuhen seized the opportunity to come closer, opening his mouth wide to beg for food.

Jiang Yeyao stopped crying and started laughing. She then conjured a small ball of demonic fire, this time with even more skill. She heated the remaining sweet potato until it was warm and stuffed it into Ye Wuhen's mouth.

"Daddy, eat!"

"Delicious! Waaaaah, it's so delicious!" Ye Wuhen exclaimed, his breath steaming from the heat, tears of emotion streaming down his face. "My daughter baked this for me! These sweet potatoes are magically enhanced! The most delicious thing in the world!"

Not far away, Da Bao Jiang Lei walked over carrying the giant sword named "Peace" and silently handed over a pheasant he had just killed.

Erbao Chu Anyan, carrying a condiment bottle, walked over despite looking disgusted by the smoky atmosphere.

"Third sister, you can roast this chicken too," Jiang Lei said succinctly.

"Control the heat carefully, don't burn it. This chicken costs five hundred spirit stones," Chu Anyan added while calculating the bill.

Looking at her family surrounding her, Jiang Yeyao felt all the gloom in her heart vanish.

She is not a monster.

She is the number one barbecue master in the desolate abyss!

"Alright!" Jiang Yeyao rolled up her sleeves, her hands bursting with magical flames, and shouted excitedly, "Everyone, get out of the way! I'm going to start roasting!"

As the sun set, the back garden of the desolate abyss was filled with laughter and the aroma of roasted meat.

Only Ye Wuhen, while gnawing on a chicken leg, secretly vowed: If anyone dares to say that demonic energy can only kill, I'll let them taste what it's like to be roasted eight-tenths cooked by demonic fire!