After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

However, no matter how urgently Xie Xingran called out in her mind, the system remained unresponsive.

"System... what on earth are you doing?"

Xie Xingran was dissatisfied. He had been reborn and didn't want to be controlled like he was in his previous life.

He wants freedom!

But Liu Qingwan's current actions are making him somewhat afraid.

His tiny body squirmed restlessly in the swaddling clothes, but his struggles seemed utterly insignificant in Liu Qingwan's firm embrace.

Liu Qingwan took in the child's unease, but instead of showing any impatience, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

She gently adjusted her holding position to make the baby more comfortable, then raised her hand and rhythmically patted the swaddled baby.

At the same time, a soft, gentle melody escaped from her lips—an ancient lullaby, its soothing and lingering tune enveloping Xie Xingran like moonlight, calming her restless mind.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with the joy and tenderness of becoming a mother for the first time. The darkness and obsession that had surged in her eyes just now were just a fleeting illusion that had vanished without a trace.

"Sleep, sleep... my Ranran," Liu Qingwan whispered gently, her voice low. "Mother is here with you, no one can hurt you..."

Xie Xingran still felt fear from Liu Qingwan's earlier appearance, but the gentle singing and rhythmic tapping seemed to possess some kind of magic, gradually eroding his vigilance.

More importantly, the baby's body was so tender that, enveloped in a warm embrace, drowsiness surged over him like a tidal wave, impossible to resist.

"Damn it... a baby's body really can't handle this..."

He muttered resentfully to himself, his vision gradually blurring. He glanced one last time at Liu Qingwan's gentle and flawless face, but ultimately succumbed to the overwhelming sleepiness and reluctantly closed his eyes, his breathing becoming even and long.

Liu Qingwan gazed at the child's sleeping face, long eyelashes like two small fans, hanging quietly, and little mouth unconsciously pursed, looking so adorable that it softened her heart.

A satisfied and serene smile appeared on her lips as her fingertips gently brushed across the child's soft hair, her heart filled with tenderness.

At this moment, Xingran is still such a naive and harmless little boy. He will not lose his temper with me like he will in the future, he will not talk back to me loudly, and he will not leave home to fly away.

He lay quietly in his arms, sleeping whenever he was told to, as docile as a little kitten.

Liu Qingwan wished time could stand still at this moment, so that her baby could always rely on her and be so well-behaved and sensible.

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, the image of Xie Xingran resolutely leaving in her past life, and how she was consumed by her inner demons, suddenly rushed into her mind, making her heart tighten and her brows furrow involuntarily.

We must not be soft-hearted and must never repeat the same mistakes.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and then circulated the spiritual energy within her body.

As wisps of spiritual energy circulated through her meridians, she felt that her body not only did not experience any postpartum sluggishness, but was instead filled with abundant energy.

Because of Xingran's innate spiritual body, the spiritual energy he unconsciously nurtured in her after her birth completely made up for the losses she suffered during childbirth, and even caused her cultivation to show signs of improvement.

After confirming that she was alright, Liu Qingwan carefully lifted the blanket, slowly got out of bed, and stepped barefoot onto the cool floor, her footsteps so light that they made no sound.

Then, she gently placed Xie Xingran in the soft crib, carefully tucked him in, gazed at his little face for a moment, and then turned and walked towards the door.

The door to the side room was ajar. As soon as Liu Qingwan pushed it open a crack, she saw Xie Jinghan sitting at the table, waiting anxiously.

Hearing the noise, he immediately stood up to greet her, his voice full of concern: "Qingwan? Why are you out of bed? Are you alright?"

He reached out to help her up, his eyes revealing undisguised worry.

"I'm fine."

Liu Qingwan gently shook her head, avoiding his support, and explained calmly, "Xingran is a born spiritual body. The spiritual energy he nurtured in me has completely replenished the losses I suffered during childbirth, and my body is even more stable than before pregnancy."

Even so, you should get more rest.

Xie Jinghan was still worried, his brows furrowed. Pregnancy and childbirth are inherently dangerous for women. Even for cultivators, the losses during pregnancy are considerable. Not to mention that Liu Qingwan had been pregnant for a hundred years. How could she get out of bed and walk around right after giving birth?

He reached out and adjusted her clothes around her shoulders. When he touched her slightly cool skin, he couldn't help but say, "Sit down and rest."

Liu Qingwan did not refute, and sat down at the table. "I know my own body. It's fine."

She looked up at her husband, a hint of seriousness in her eyes. "By the way, how's the situation in the Demon Realm lately?"

The Cangxuan Continent is divided into three layers. The upper layer is shrouded in immortal energy and is a fairyland where cultivators live and practice. The middle layer is beautiful and fantastical and is home to various demon races, which is the Demon Realm. The lowest layer is dark and desolate, filled with demonic energy, which is the territory of the Demon Realm.

The realms of immortals, demons, and monsters have always had boundaries. Apart from the occasional necessary cross-border business trade, they have always kept to themselves and maintained a peaceful existence for tens of thousands of years.

However, five hundred years ago, the Demon Realm welcomed a new Demon Lord. That Demon Lord was violent, ambitious, and powerful. As soon as he took power, he was determined to unify the Cangxuan Continent.

Since then, the Demon Realm has begun to expand outwards frequently, sending demon soldiers and generals to harass the borders of the Demon Realm, and occasionally even crossing the border to provoke sects in the cultivation world, burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of evil deeds.

The people of both the immortal and demon realms suffered greatly. Although the major sects and demon tribes joined forces to resist many times, they could only barely hold the line and could never completely stop the expansion of the demon realm.

Just a month ago, the Demon Realm suddenly launched a large-scale offensive, targeting the Shuyu Valley in the Western Regions.

The disciples of Shuyu Valley are all female cultivators who are skilled in using music as a weapon. Faced with the overwhelming force of the demon race, they were immediately plunged into a bitter battle.

As a result, various sects and factions took the initiative to send people to provide support. Among them was Xie Jinghan's father, Xie Tianhong, the current head of the Thousand Machines Pavilion, who immediately led the elites of the pavilion to the Western Regions.

That's why he couldn't come back in time to witness Xie Xingran's birth.

Upon hearing this, Xie Jinghan's concern instantly turned into seriousness. He sat down opposite Liu Qingwan and said in a deep voice, "The battle is very intense. This time, the Demon Realm is very well prepared, and we cannot defeat them in a short time."

Liu Qingwan nodded. In her previous life, this war, which began in Shuyu Valley, lasted for a full ten years.

Over the past decade, countless people have died in the realms of immortals, demons, and monsters, and the Thousand Machines Pavilion was not spared either.

Xie Tianhong was ambushed by the demons. Although he survived by chance, he was seriously injured and his cultivation level dropped drastically. He was forced to retreat to the background to recuperate.

In his previous life, Xie Jinghan could no longer sit still after learning that Xie Tianhong was seriously injured.

They entrusted Xie Xingran, who had just turned three, to Liu Xuan and others for care, and then hurriedly rushed to the battlefield.

For those seven years, they spent their days amidst the clash of swords and the fierce battles against the demons, leaving them no time to care for their children at home.

This long war finally ended when Xie Xingran was ten years old.

They dragged their wounds back to the Holy Land of Fire Marrow Pills, only to find a child whose eyes were filled with estrangement and unfamiliarity.

Thinking of this, Liu Qingwan's fingertips trembled slightly, and her eyes welled up with intense guilt and regret.

As parents, they missed the time when Xie Xingran needed them most, and that guilt weighed on their hearts like a boulder, making it impossible for Liu Qingwan and the others to let go.

It was precisely because of this that Liu Qingwan began to desperately try to make up for her son, indulging him in everything he asked, and doing everything she could to satisfy even the most outrageous requests.

Liu Qingwan thought this was to make up for her son's mistakes, but she didn't know that this unconditional pampering made Xie Xingran arrogant, domineering, and lawless, eventually leading him astray and causing an irreparable tragedy.