Genius Beast Tamer

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The blue gauze curtains were gently lifted by the wind, swaying slightly in the air, like ripples spreading across a calm sea.

Xuan Minfeng sat behind the gauze curtain, his gaze sweeping over the eighteen stunning beauties before him. His eyes remained calm and unwavering, and he quickly looked away, focusing on the paper in his hand.

Xuan Hong's eyes swept over the eighteen people again and again, nodding in satisfaction and laughing heartily, "Not bad, not bad, each and every one of them is a beauty!"

Xuan Minfeng sneered: "The appearance of a god is nothing but a shell."

Xuan Hong waved his hand and said, "No, no, these people are all real, not illusions."

Xuan Minfeng said indifferently, "What difference does it make whether it's real or fake? It's all just a shell."

Xuan Hong was clearly taken aback by these words and didn't know what to say for a moment. His old face was full of worry. After a long while, he finally said in a sullen voice, "These are all good. Take a few more looks!"

Xuan Minfeng showed absolutely no interest, his gaze sweeping over the list on the paper. Surprisingly, three of them had the surname Tian.

If it happened only once, that would be one thing, but it happened again. When did the surname Tian become so widespread in the divine realm?

Xuan Minfeng's gaze gradually turned cold. He glanced at Xuan Hong beside him with hostility, then abruptly threw a stack of lists and documents on the ground, his voice low and dangerous as he said, "Old man, what tricks have you played?"

Startled by that glare, Xuan Hong's expression changed in a series of ways, finally settling into a somewhat embarrassed and simple-minded laugh: "What tricks could this old man possibly have up his sleeve?"

"Stop pretending!" Hyun Min-pung glanced at him coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Xuan Hong pursed his lips, completely abandoning his憨厚 (honest and simple) and 老弄童 (playful and mischievous) demeanor.

Xuan Hong's old face immediately turned serious, and his voice was domineering and unquestionable: "Feng'er, you should understand what I mean! You want a celestial being with the life force of a twenty-year-old, and I will find one for you. You want someone with the surname Tian, ​​and I will find one for you too. You must choose one; the Xuan family cannot be without an heir!"

"All you want is one descendant," Xuan Minfeng asked coldly.

"If you have offspring now, I will certainly not interfere in this matter!" Xuan Hong assured him.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Xuan Minfeng's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Are you sure you don't care?"

"Yes!" Xuan Hong puffed out his chest, his gaze arrogant.

"Hmm." Hyun Min-pung seemed very satisfied with this answer.

Seeing his calm and composed demeanor, seemingly quite satisfied, Xuan Hong was utterly bewildered. He lamented, "You brat, why don't you conjure up an heir for me? I'm already quite old. If I still can't advance in a few years, I'll surely pass away. Then no one in the Xuan family will be able to control you. If you continue not to marry or have children, won't the Xuan family line end with you?!"

"Stop!" Xuan Minfeng was extremely annoyed by his nagging and said in a low voice, "Then I will take you to see my son. I hope you will keep your promise and stop interfering in my selection of concubines."

"What? Don't try to fool me!" Xuan Hong looked incredulous.

Xuan Minfeng turned and left, Xuan Hong followed. His subordinates stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, what about these women?"

Xuan Minfeng walked to the door, his voice coming softly: "Those surnamed Tian, ​​stay. Send the rest away."

Xuan Hong followed Xuan Minfeng to his room and was stunned to find a five-year-old boy inside.

"What is this?" Xuan Hong rubbed his eyes, afraid that his old eyes were playing tricks on him.

Xuan Ziming looked up and saw Xuan Minfeng, and asked anxiously, "Father, is there any news about Mother?" He completely ignored Xuan Hong beside Xuan Minfeng.

"Father?" Xuan Hong felt a wave of dizziness. Was it because he often dreamed of his great-great-great-grandson, and now he was having hallucinations during the day?

Xuan Minfeng stepped forward, picked up Xuan Ziming's small body, and let him sit on his lap. He said apologetically, "We haven't found it yet, but Father will continue to look." He gently stroked Xuan Ziming's head, his gaze tender.

This scene nearly made Xuan Hong, who had just regained his senses, dizzy again. Was he really getting old and his eyesight was failing? It was bad enough that he suddenly had an adorable great-great-great-grandson, but to see Xuan Minfeng's perpetually icy face now smiling, his gaze gentle, and his voice tender! This was terrifying. Was he about to pass away and was hallucinating?

Xuan Ziming nodded helplessly, his little face full of disappointment.

Hyun Min-pung didn't know how to comfort him for a moment; he really didn't know how to soothe a child.

His gaze swept coldly over Xuan Hong. Wasn't this old man after his great-great-great-grandson? Why not let him try? Maybe he could win Mo'er's heart.

"Old man, come over and acknowledge him. Didn't you want your great-great-great-grandson?" Xuan Minfeng spoke in a rare, playful tone.

Xuan Hong snapped back to reality, rubbing his eyes and cleaning his ears again to make sure this wasn't a hallucination caused by his failing eyesight and impending death. Immediately, his face lit up with a broad smile, and like a playful old man, he scooped up Xuan Zi Mo in his arms, his voice incredibly affectionate as he said, "My little darling, are you really my great-great-great-grandson?"

"Grandpa, do you stutter?" Xuan Ziming asked, puzzled, looking at the old man who stuttered for a long time when pronouncing the word "zeng".

"Stuttering?" Xuan Hong didn't react for a moment.

Xuan Ziming tilted his head, his bright eyes fixed on him, and frowned slightly as he asked, "You say the word 'Zeng' so many times, isn't it because you stutter?"

Xuan Minfeng, standing to the side, slightly curled the corners of his mouth, a warm current flowing through his heart. He thought he would never see this kind of farce between his descendants. He couldn't enjoy this kind of life until he found Miao'er. But he didn't expect to be able to experience it ahead of time. Although it wasn't Miao'er and his son, it was still his own bloodline, which gave him a sense of happiness as a father.

Xuan Hong suddenly realized that the little guy had misunderstood. He pinched Xuan Zimo's fair and tender little face, which felt like soft tofu and was really lovable.

"I am you, my father's father's father's father's father's father!" he said in one breath.

Xuan Zimo blinked, sniffed, as if he could smell something on Xuan Hong, and finally pouted, "So it's the Ancestor. You've really lived a long time!" His eyes flickered slightly, and his voice carried a hint of sadness as he said, "But you won't live much longer either. At most, you can endure another three years. I'm afraid the Ancient God won't be able to break through!"

"You..." Xuan Hong's hands froze, and he almost dropped the little person he was holding.

Xuan Minfeng, quick-witted and agile, caught Xuan Zimo, his eyes filled with doubt as he asked, "Mo'er, what are you talking about? You can see the Ancestor's cultivation level and life force?"

Xuan Ziming broke free from Xuan Minfeng's embrace. The small figure stood between them, yet radiated a light that contained immense wisdom.

"Since Mother gave me the surname Xuan, then I am a descendant of the Xuan family." Xuan Zimo tilted his head, seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still said seriously, "My eyes and nose are different from yours. I can smell his life force and see the level of his divine power. I don't need to use my divine sense to spy on others like you do. As long as I focus on a person, I can see his cultivation and divine roots clearly without him knowing."

"Is it really so?" Xuan Hong, as if he had found a treasure, reached out and picked up Xuan Ziming again, but then looked at Xuan Minfeng with some doubt. In the end, he risked peeking at the bloodline fluctuations of Xuan Ziming and Xuan Minfeng and found that they were indeed the same. He was overjoyed and laughed loudly, "What a gifted and wonderful child! Feng'er, who did you have such a fine son with?"

The image of that stubborn and charming little face flashed through his mind, and Xuan Minfeng's face immediately turned pale, and he fell silent.

Seeing that Xuan Minfeng remained silent, Xuan Hong didn't bother to ask any further. He figured he could ask Xuan Minfeng's personal subordinates next time; they would surely be able to find out more details.

Xuan Hong focused his gaze entirely on Xuan Ziming's small face and asked with a loving smile, "Little darling, what's your name?"

Xuan Zimo obediently replied, "Xuan Zimo."

"Zi Mo?" Xuan Hong touched the white hair at his temples, smiling broadly. "A fine name! A descendant of the Xuan family, with the calm and composed temperament of ink! A fine name!"

After Xuan Hong called out the name several times, Xuan Zi Mo said proudly, "Of course, my mother named me that!"

"Who is your mother?" Xuan Hong narrowed his eyes, his gaze shrewd, like an old fox trying to lure a little rabbit.

Seeing the cunning look in his ancestor's eyes, Xuan Zimo, still a child at heart, bluntly said, "Ancestor, you're just like a bad guy trying to lure children with candy!"

Xuan Hong's smile froze, and his old face showed slight embarrassment as he said, "I just want to know what kind of woman could have the favor of the dignified Divine Wind King and give birth to such a lovely little baby as you!"

"My mother's name is Han Wuxie," Xuan Zimo said with a grin. "It sounds like a nice name, doesn't it?"

"Han Wuxie? That sounds nice!" Xuan Hong naturally echoed when he saw the little guy laughing happily.

Xuan Minfeng's eyes flickered, a sense of doubt creeping into his heart. He had clearly cast a spell on the child, making him forget Han Wuxie. Before, when the child was clamoring for his mother, he had assumed it was just a matter of wanting a mother, but it turned out he wanted Han Wuxie as his mother. Where exactly did things go wrong? Was it because this child was special? Was that why his spell had failed?

After exchanging pleasantries, the grandfather and grandson gradually grew fond of this eccentric old man. Knowing that the old man only had about three more years of life left before passing away, Xuan Zimo's heart softened.

Xuan Zimo blinked his big eyes and looked at Xuan Hong with some sympathy, saying, "Ancestor, Mo'er likes you a little and doesn't want you to die."

Xuan Hong felt a warmth in his heart. His only remaining descendants were Xuan Minfeng and Xuan Minxu. Xuan Minfeng was too cold-hearted, too hypocritical; he was gradually losing the joy of family life. To meet this little darling before his death was already a mercy from heaven. This child was still so concerned about him. He suddenly felt his eyes well up with tears.

Xuan Ziming naturally knew who truly doted on him. He liked this old man very much, and he didn't want to lose his affection three years later. Ultimately, children crave being liked. They naturally like those who like them. Children are the purest and simplest beings; if someone is kind to them, they will be kind to that person in return.

"If only Mother were here, she could give Ancestor the elixir to prolong his life. Ancestor only needed another hundred years to break through." Xuan Zimo's childish voice was soft and pleasant to hear.

These words shocked Xuan Hong!

These words also caused Xuan Minfeng, who was as cold as ice, to have an unusual look in his eyes.

"Little darling, are you saying your mother has a longevity elixir?" Xuan Hong thought he had misheard and asked again.

Xuan Zimo nodded and said, "Yes, Mother has many divine pills."

Xuan Minfeng recalled that she said she was obsessed with alchemy. At the time, he thought she was just an ordinary alchemist, but he never expected that she could even refine such a rare treasure as the Longevity Elixir.

Xuan Hong's eyes lit up as he looked at Xuan Minfeng and asked, "Feng'er, where's your wife?"

"Wife?" Xuan Minfeng's lips twitched slightly, his face cold as he said, "I don't know."

"Send people to look for her! You don't even know where your own wife is! How can you be a husband and a father to someone else's son!" Xuan Hong said, his tone unusually accusatory. He looked at Xuan Minfeng with reproach.

Xuan Minfeng frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "I will find a mother for Mo'er." After saying that, he turned and left the room.

This wasn't a definitive answer; it could also be seen as a rejection. He would find a mother for Mo'er, but whether that mother would be Han Wuxie was unknown.

Xuan Hong frowned slightly, then suddenly felt a gentle warmth coming from his palm. He looked at Xuan Zimo, who was holding his hand, with surprise.

Xuan Zimo is a being born from the Root of God. His body carries the power of the Root of God, which devours the divine roots and cultivation of others. Now he is transferring a small portion of this power to Xuan Hong in this hand-holding manner, which is equivalent to giving Xuan Hong his cultivation.

Xuan Hong felt a divine power flowing through his body, promoting his cultivation. It was as if this warm current was his cultivation, merging with his own and becoming his own.

"This..." Xuan Hong trembled slightly, too excited to speak.

Xuan Zimo's face was slightly pale. Although his mother had the Longevity Elixir, he didn't know when she would come to find him. This was the only way he could help his ancestor.

"Ancestor, comprehend it well!" Xuan Zimo closed his eyes and stopped speaking, only continuously transferring the cultivation within his body into hot white mist from his palm to the Ancestor's palm.

Seeing Xuan Ziming's slightly pale face, Xuan Hong felt a pang of heartache and said, "Little darling, you have so many secrets! Although I don't know exactly how many secrets you have, seeing that you look unwell, this power must have greatly depleted you. Don't give it to me!" As he spoke, he tried to pull his hand back.

Xuan Zimo gripped his hand tightly, his voice carrying a touch of childish domineering: "Ancestor, I'm letting you comprehend this properly, otherwise all my efforts will be in vain! Close your eyes, shut your mouth!"

Xuan Hong was slightly taken aback. How could this child, at such a young age, possess such domineering aura? He was somewhat intimidated.

Xuan Hong couldn't help but smile wryly. Seeing how stubborn the little darling was, he stopped refusing. Instead, he, the ancestor, had become the obedient child, closing his eyes and shutting his mouth.

Xuan Hong had never entered a meditative state so quickly before; he had entered a meditative state the instant he closed his eyes.

I felt as if there was a vast ocean in front of me, with towering waves crashing towards me, washing away all my fatigue. I felt as if I had been reborn, experiencing an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort.

A deafening roar!

Xuan Hong opened his eyes in disbelief, a golden light flashing in them!

Breakthrough!

The Realm of the Ancient Gods!

It turns out that above the God-King realm, there truly is a realm of Ancient Gods!

Xuan Minfeng sensed a large amount of divine power rushing towards the room where Xuan Zimo and Xuan Hu were, and the fluctuations in the airflow even became tangible.

Filled with doubt, he returned to the room, only to find the little boy pale-faced, while the old ancestor looked excited.

"This fluctuation of aura?" Xuan Minfeng's eyes widened in surprise. He focused his attention on the changes in the ancestor and discovered that the ancestor had transcended the level of a god-king.

"Above the God King?" Xuan Minfeng looked at Xuan Hong in disbelief.

Xuan Hong let out a long breath, turned to look at Xuan Minfeng, and smiled like a child, his voice trembling with excitement: "Above the God King, there truly are Ancient Gods! I am now an Ancient God! I have finally broken through!"

Xuan Minfeng struggled to suppress his shock and asked in a low voice, "What are the feelings associated with the Ancient Gods?"

Xuan Hong closed his eyes again, carefully experiencing the transformation from a God-King to an Ancient God. Suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief: "The Laws of Space-Time! So this is the power of the Laws of Space-Time!"

"Able to sense the laws of spacetime?" Xuan Minfeng finally couldn't suppress his excitement any longer, his voice trembling. If he could sense the laws of spacetime, could time be reversed? If he could go back to the past, he would absolutely not let her die!

Xuan Zimo slowly opened his eyes, looked at the excited expressions of his ancestor and father, pursed his lips, and poured cold water on their enthusiasm, saying, "The ancient gods have only sensed the power of the laws of spacetime. If they want to change the laws of spacetime, they must become Heavenly Venerables."

"Celestial Venerable?" Xuan Hong was taken aback, his voice trembling slightly. "Mo'er, what exactly do you know? Did your mother teach you?"

Xuan Zimo tilted his head cutely and said, "Don't you know these things? You are God-Kings, you should know the principle of destiny and order, and you should have known long ago that the power of the laws of spacetime is not something that ancient gods can control, right?"

Xuan Hong was speechless for a long time before he came to his senses and said in a low voice, "There are ancient gods above the God King. This has always been just a legend. If I do not break through today and pass away in three years, I will only think that it is a legend. The God King is the peak, and no one can break through it."

Xuan Zimo blinked and said cutely, "Above the God King are the Ancient Gods, above the Ancient Gods are the God Emperors, and above the God Emperors are the Heavenly Venerables—"

Xuan Minfeng interrupted, "I know all this. An old man once told me that above the Heavenly Venerable is the Primordial Controller."

Xuan Ziming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stepped forward anxiously, saying, "Where is that old man? He should be the head of the gods in this world; I need to see him!"

Xuan Minfeng shook his head, looking at Xuan Ziming's flushed face with a hint of doubt, and said in a low voice, "After he saved me, he never appeared again."

Xuan Zimo hung his head and pouted, saying, "It seems like it'll be hard to find someone like that."

Xuan Hong finally calmed down from the excitement of his breakthrough. After a moment's thought, he looked at Xuan Zimo with even greater curiosity and said, "Little darling, tell your ancestor, what secret do you have? How could you help me break through? And where did the cultivation you gave me come from?"

Xuan Minfeng frowned and asked in a low voice, "Old man, are you saying that you were able to break through because of Mo'er's help?"

Xuan Hong was very displeased with being called "old man," but Xuan Minfeng always treated him disrespectfully, so he could only put up with it. After all, Xuan Minfeng had given him such a little treasure, so he wouldn't hold it against him.

"Indeed, without Mo'er's help, I would have passed away in three years." Xuan Hong's expression was slightly solemn.

"Mo'er?" Xuan Minfeng frowned and looked at Xuan Zimo, subconsciously trying to probe Xuan Zimo's cultivation level, but his divine sense was bounced back as soon as it approached.

Xuan Ziming looked at Xuan Minfeng with some resentment and said in a low voice, "Mo'er's cultivation level cannot be defined by this world. If Father rashly tries to probe, he will only suffer more losses than gains."

"Not a level that this world can define?" Xuan Minfeng's brows furrowed even more.

Xuan Ziming realized he had let something slip, stuck out his tongue, and said cutely, "Anyway, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. We should be celebrating now! Our ancestor becoming an ancient god is a big deal and should be widely publicized. This will elevate the Xuan family's status in the divine realm!"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Hong laughed heartily, "I truly never imagined that I would break through to the Ancient God realm in my lifetime! By that calculation, I could live for tens of millions of years!" He suddenly narrowed his eyes and teased Xuan Zimo, "Maybe I'll live until Mo'er's grandson is born, and perhaps even see Mo'er's great-grandson!"

Xuan Ziming's gaze darkened slightly, and he suddenly spoke with a maturity beyond his years, saying, "No one knows what the future holds. Besides..." He didn't finish his sentence.

Xuan Hong and Xuan Minfeng both frowned; the child in front of them seemed to be more and more extraordinary.

The image of Han Wuxie's stunningly beautiful face flashed through Xuan Minfeng's mind. She must be quite something too, right?

Since Xuan Ziming didn't say anything, the two of them couldn't press him any further. Xuan Ziming instantly reverted to his childlike and adorable self, playing around with the little silver dragon.

Xuan Hong and Xuan Minfeng both left the room and went quite a distance before Xuan Hong finally asked, "Feng'er, who exactly is this child's mother? And what is your background?" He felt he was getting senile. This child clearly only had the life force of a five-year-old, but six years ago, Feng'er was clearly in a coma. How could she have a child? Yet the bloodline fluctuations couldn't be faked; it was all too unbelievable.

Xuan Minfeng's expression darkened slightly, but he said calmly, "I don't know anything about that woman. All I know is her name."

Xuan Hong was speechless for a moment, and it took him a long time to find his voice. He said incredulously, "Feng'er, when did you become so casual? You just know someone's name and you're having a child with them?"

Xuan Minfeng's face immediately darkened. Before Mo'er appeared, he had absolutely no idea that he had anything to do with that woman!

Seeing that Xuan Minfeng remained silent for a long time, Xuan Hong knew that Xuan Minfeng was the type to become less talkative the more he was pressed. He softened his tone slightly and forced a smile, saying, "Then, do you know where that woman went? Poor Mo'er, how can he survive without his mother? After all, he's only five years old. Although he's special and has extraordinary talent, he's still just a child!"

Xuan Minfeng's brows furrowed tightly as he said in a low voice, "I need to find Miao'er first. As for Han Wuxie, if she really misses her son, she will naturally come back. If she doesn't miss her son and won't come back, even if I find her, she won't come back with me."

Xuan Hong felt that this matter was very strange, but since Xuan Minfeng, who was in the middle of it, was not saying anything, Han Wuxie was not around, and Mo'er was still young and did not understand, he could only try to find Meng Changhe in private and hope that he could find out something about it!

Xuan Hong frowned and remained silent, but Xuan Minfeng spoke first: "Do you want the divine realm to know that you have become an ancient god?"

"No need." Xuan Hong smiled indifferently. "I have long been forgotten by the God Realm. Many people think that I have passed away. Revealing the news that I have become an ancient god will only bring trouble and no benefit."

Hyun Min-pung nodded.

Xuan Hong said in a low voice, "Are you still choosing concubines tomorrow?"

"You said that as long as you see my offspring, you won't interfere with my selection of concubines." Xuan Minfeng's gaze was somewhat displeased.

"I'm just concerned about you, child. Why do you always reject family ties and keep everyone at arm's length?" Xuan Hong said, somewhat annoyed. Since this child returned to the Xuan family, although he had been in seclusion for many years, he was always very kind to him whenever he came out. He would often act like a mischievous old man, trying to get closer to him, but the child always rejected him.

Xuan Minfeng glanced at Xuan Hong indifferently without saying a word. He exuded an aura of indifference, and the temperature of the surrounding air dropped instantly, as if one were immersed in an ice pool, chilling to the bone.

Xuan Hong sighed deeply and said in a low voice, "Fine, if you don't want me to get involved, then I won't."

Watching Xuan Hong leave, Xuan Minfeng stood still for a long time, the air around him still cold, as if it had dropped a few degrees.

Three months later...

For three whole months, Xuan Minfeng continued to select concubines every day, but none of the women he saw each day moved him, and none of them were the one he had been searching for.

Every day, the image that haunts his mind gradually transforms from the person who accompanied him on the island in his childhood into the owner of those bewitching eyes and stubborn little face—Han Wuxie.

After Xuan Hong became an ancient god, he did not spread the news. He often took Xuan Zi Mo and Xiao Yin Long out to play, so Xuan Min Feng rarely saw his son these days.

Whenever Xuan Minfeng is tired, he closes his eyes and his mind is filled with images that seem like dreams but are also real.

He had always protected the woman whose face he couldn't see.

In those images, I could feel how gentle I was, and how unfamiliar I felt to myself.

After leaving Shenfeng Palace, Han Wuxie returned to the mountain where Jin Ying lived and secluded herself to cultivate for three months. She had already become a main god.

Xiao Bai, Zhu Feng Mo, Lu Wang, Jin Ying, and Bing Hu have all remained in seclusion since Han Wu Xie went into seclusion. As for Zi Tong, she has never returned since leaving this mountain to search for the supreme deity who can predict reincarnations.

On the day Han Wuxie emerged from seclusion, his soul entered the ring world and, with a mocking smile, met with Xuan Minxu. Xuan Minxu remained with his eyes closed, meditating. Since that day in the ring world, he had been sitting cross-legged, meditating, and had not moved since. The Blood Dragon King's corpse beside him had long since decayed and stank, but he seemed oblivious to it all, like a living dead.

Seeing his behavior, Han Wuxie was too lazy to waste words with him. He locked him up here simply to prevent him from ruining Xuan Minfeng's selection of concubines. Without his interference, Xuan Minfeng would be much more relaxed, and it would also allow him to better discern his true intentions.

Han Wuxie arrived at another area designated by the ring world, the place where the Heavenly Star Evil Palace and the Han family were located. His maternal grandfather, maternal uncle, father, mother and other relatives were all well, and their cultivation levels were rapidly improving thanks to the pills refined by Han Xingyu.

What surprised her most was that Han Tianci and Han Xingyu broke through on the same day and became gods!

When the soul returned to the body and opened its eyes, it had already brought Han Tianci and Han Xingyu out of the ring world.

Han Tianci and Han Xingyu are currently in the prime of their lives, both handsome and charming!

Han Tianci and Han Xingyu give people completely different feelings.

Han Tianci is like the warm sunshine, giving people a feeling of warmth, while Han Xingyu is like a bright moon that is ever-changing, ever-shifting, aloof and enigmatic, making people unable to fathom it.

Han Tianci wore a snow-white robe with a silver, cloud-edged belt. A piece of pure white jade hung at his waist, its tassels swaying gently, adding a touch of liveliness. His long hair was adorned with a high crown, also decorated with pure white jade, which radiated a warm glow in the sunlight. His eyes were deep and dark, like unfathomable black pearls. His nose was high and straight, but the tip was not sharp or firm; it was slightly rounded, giving him a warm and approachable air.

Han Xingyu wore a long purple robe embroidered with numerous silver roses, exuding an aura of danger yet breathtaking beauty, much like the roses themselves. His long hair, unbound, cascaded down to his waist, its silky black strands moving freely without wind, possessing an ethereal and otherworldly beauty. He had long, slender phoenix eyes with deep, enigmatic pupils that seemed to pierce through one's gaze. His features were strikingly defined, preventing anyone from mistaking him for a woman; the graceful curve of his chin made it impossible to look away from his exquisitely beautiful face.

Looking at his two younger brothers, who looked somewhat alike but had completely different temperaments, Han Wuxie smiled bitterly and thought to himself: Who says that beautiful women are a source of trouble? If a man is handsome and otherworldly, he can be just as troublesome!

Han Wuxie raised an eyebrow with amusement and asked, "Do you know what the little furball will eventually become?"

Upon hearing this, Han Tianci and Han Xingyu's radiant faces instantly fell.

Seeing their expressions, Han Wuxie couldn't help but laugh, guessing that they had already experienced the unexpected gift that the Root of God had brought them.

She raised an eyebrow and smiled mischievously, saying, "Congratulations to my two younger brothers on becoming fathers!"

Han Tianci's lips twitched slightly, and Han Xingyu's eyelids twitched a few times. The expressions of the two were extremely helpless and indignant.

Han Tianci recalled the day he broke through to the Divine Realm. Suddenly, a five-year-old boy dressed in red appeared and, without a second thought, pounced on him and clung to him. That was bad enough, but the most terrifying thing was that the child actually called out, "Father!"

Upon hearing the word "father," Han Tianci nearly fainted. He had worked so hard to become a god so he could find Feng Wu in the God Realm, but unexpectedly, he had gained a son whose bloodline fluctuations were identical to his own. This left him speechless, and how could he possibly go to find Feng Wu now? If Feng Wu misunderstood, he would have suffered a tremendous injustice.

Han Xingyu recalled the day she broke through to the level of a god, when a five-year-old boy in white and a five-year-old girl in red suddenly appeared, and she was so frightened that she almost fell off her chair.

The little boy was adorably handsome, and the little girl was adorably cunning. Both children were quite likable. Seeing how cute they were, he regained his composure. He had broken through to the level of a god, and the two children had appeared. Perhaps they had mistakenly entered his room.

He immediately asked them who they were, and to his surprise, the two of them called him in unison, in an extremely sweet and cloying voice, "Father!"

This time, he really did fall straight down from the chair.

Seeing his two younger brothers lost in their memories, their faces extremely awkward and embarrassed, Han Wuxie couldn't help but smile even more broadly and burst into hearty laughter.

The laughter pulled the two back from their thoughts.

Han Tianci put away the smile that he always wore, whether he was happy or angry. Only in front of his sister and Han Xingyu would he reveal his true nature.

"Sister, are you making fun of us?" Han Tianci asked with a hint of resentment.

Han Xingyu narrowed her eyes, her long, narrow phoenix eyes carrying a hint of cunning and wickedness, and said with a wicked smile, "What we've been through, Sister Wuxie has probably been through too, hasn't she?"

Upon hearing this, Han Wuxie's expression darkened slightly, his smile vanished, and he sighed bitterly, "Indeed, I never expected the Root of God to bring us such a 'peculiar' gift!"

Han Xingyu smiled mischievously, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Actually, a son and a daughter wouldn't be bad!" He winked at Han Wuxie, adding, "It's just a pity for Tianci; his fiancée will definitely misunderstand him!"

Han Wuxie smiled, but she couldn't go too far, knowing that Tianci was in a state of turmoil.

Han Wuxie asked curiously, "Are all your children inside the Root of God? Would it be alright to let them come out and meet their aunt?"

Han Xingyu nodded nonchalantly, and with a thought, two adorable little porcelain dolls flew out of his body.

"Daddy!" the two children called out to Han Xingyu obediently at the same time.

Han Xingyu seemed to quickly adapt to this form of address, smiling wickedly as he said, "You two little darlings!" His slender, white fingers pointed at Han Wuxie, saying, "Call me Auntie!"

The little girl blinked, and the little boy tilted his head. The two looked very alike, like twins. However, the boy's eyes were clear and ethereal, while the girl's eyes were cunning and slightly devilish. Clearly, one was a divine root with a demonic nature, and the other was a pure divine root transformed into one.

The two looked at Han Wuxie, and then obediently called out, "Auntie!"

Upon seeing their adorable little faces, Han Wuxie couldn't help but think of his own Mo'er, sighed softly, then smiled and asked kindly, "What are your names?"

"Name?" The little girl blinked at the little boy, who tilted his head to look at Han Xingyu.

Han Xingyu pursed her lips and said lazily, "Let's just call them Little Red and Little White. It'll be easier for them to recognize each other!"

"Pfft!" Han Wuxie couldn't help but laugh out loud, shaking his head and saying, "They're really unlucky to have a father like you; only maids and servants would have such names."

Han Xingyu hesitated for a moment, then smiled wickedly and said, "Then let's call her Han Bai, or Han Hong. We've given her a surname!"

The little girl pouted, looking very aggrieved. She reached out and tugged at the little boy's sleeve, her big eyes seeming to say: I don't want that name, you have to think of something.

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then said, "Daddy, we don't want this name. It's too casual. A casual name will embarrass you."

"Heh!" Han Xingyu chuckled wickedly, "You know how to find a weakness. Calling me whatever you want makes me lose face, so you want me to change my name?"

The little boy lowered his head and nodded weakly.

The little girl pouted and reached out to hold the little boy's hand, as if to thank him.

Han Wuxie smiled wryly and said, "Don't scare them."

Han Xingyu chuckled playfully, "Teasing those two little ones makes life much more interesting!" He raised an eyebrow at Han Tianci and said, "Don't you think so? Your kid should be brought out into the open too, instead of always hiding in the Root of God, he'll get suffocated!"

Han Tianci's expression was very unpleasant, and he nodded with a worried look on his face.

Immediately, a five-year-old boy dressed in red flew out of Han Tianci's body. The boy was very handsome and looked very similar to Han Tianci. But the more similar he looked to him, the less Han Tianci would want him to be.

Han Tianci glanced at the little boy and said in a low, gentle voice, "Lianwu, call her Aunt and Uncle."

"Lianwu?" Han Xingyu was taken aback, then burst into laughter, "You gave a perfectly fine boy such a yin-yang name! He's not even as good as my Xiaobai and Xiaohong!"

Han Tianci said with a bitter face, "Otherwise what? If it weren't for this name, Feng Wu would definitely not listen to my explanation calmly! If she knew the child's name was this, she might be in a better mood and listen to my explanation! What I fear most is that if I find her, and she discovers I have a child who looks similar and whose bloodline is similar, she won't listen to anything and will just kick me out!"

The little boy in red looked at Han Tianci with a mournful expression and whispered, "It doesn't matter what my name is if Dad likes it."

Han Wuxie looked at this sensible child and felt a pang of heartache. No matter what, he was a life nurtured within the Root of God, and like the Root of God, he was a part of the body.

Han Wuxie said, "As for Feng Wu, I'll talk to her for you. Actually, it's not difficult to explain things clearly. Don't give a perfectly good boy such a name. Change it."

"Really?" Han Tianci's eyes lit up, his worries vanished, as if the dark clouds had dispersed and the warm sun had been revealed.

Han Wuxie assured him, "Don't worry. I'll explain it to you. Feng Wu isn't unreasonable. Besides, once this child drinks Feng Wu's blood, he'll also be Feng Wu's bloodline, Feng Wu's child. Who knows, Feng Wu might love him more than anyone else, and she'll definitely be angry that you gave him such a name."

Han Tianci had already learned from the little boy that as long as he drank Feng Wu's blood, his bloodline fluctuations would be the same as Feng Wu's, making him Feng Wu's bloodline and her child.

Han Tianci breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gently, "So what name do you want?" Now, for the first time, he found the child pleasing to the eye.

The little boy in red lowered his head, his eyes darting around. After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke: "Actually, dancing is pretty good, although... it's a little bit unmanly."

"That's not what you really think," Han Wuxie said with a wry smile. "You truly are a child of destiny, with the same personality. You appear so gentle on the surface, but your true thoughts are completely different!"

Han Tianci frowned slightly, then stopped asking the child and said directly, "The 'Feng' in 'Fengwu' (凤舞) is a homophone for 'Feng' (风) in 'Fengyun' (风云), hence 'Han Zhufeng' (寒逐风)!"

"Han Tianci, Chase, Phoenix Dance! What a wonderful name!" Han Wuxie praised with a smile.

Han Xingyu pursed her lips, looked at her two children, and seeing them looking at Han Zhufeng with extreme envy, she turned her gaze and asked with a smile, "Envious of him?"

The boy in white and the girl in red withdrew their envious gazes and looked at Han Xingyu with longing. Although their father liked to tease them, they knew that he loved them and would never allow them to be named Xiaobai or Xiaohong.