Tang San was roaring in outrage over the injustice.

The others, however, were still reeling in terror.

Thank the heavens it was just an egg…

Let's just say we were constipated too long and finally passed it all at once.

But if it had been a child…

What the hell were they supposed to do?

"I don't know either," Diyi Hong shrugged.

"This second soul bone skill—Embryo Gaze—only works on people who are already pregnant. Its effect is forced delivery."

"But what actually gets delivered? That's entirely random."

"For example…"

With a flick of his finger, a ripple of soul power shot out and struck the giant egg that Yu Xiaogang had birthed. The eggshell cracked apart, revealing a bloody sphere inside—within which coiled a golden dragon.

"A Golden Holy Dragon?!" Flender exclaimed, "Isn't that the Martial Soul Fusion skill we use—Golden Holy Dragon?!"

"Bingo!" Diyi Hong grinned. "This second soul bone skill causes the target to give birth to a random item—could be a soul skill, bloodline, soul bone, or even an ability."

Yu Xiaogang stood there stunned.

His martial soul? Golden Holy Dragon?

"Impossible!" he barked. "If my martial soul had that bloodline, how could I have ended up a trash spirit stuck at level 29?"

Diyi Hong just smirked.

He raised a hand, and Universal Pull drew the golden blood orb to him. With a flip of his palm, he stored it away in a space ring.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it."

Yu Xiaogang snapped out of it.

"No! That's mine!" he growled. "I gave birth to it! Give it back!"

"Nope," Diyi Hong replied, just as smug. "I paid you all to help test my soul bone skills. That includes the results."

Squelch!

"Brother! What are you doing?!"

Everyone turned toward the voice.

Xiao Wu was cradling the newborn child in her arms when, without warning, blood gushed from his chest—a massive dagger, wider than an adult arm, was buried in the baby's heart. Its limbs went limp, and the child collapsed.

Tang San calmly withdrew the blade, even dodging the spurting blood with practiced ease.

—He was an assassin, after all. His blood ran cold.

["Phoenix God": Whoa! Did he just kill his own kid?!]

["Nine-Colored Goddess": I imagined so many possibilities, but not this!]

["God of Emotions": No wonder he could cut his daughter into three pieces and drive her to suicide. Cold-blooded monster!]

["Rakshasa God": Tch. Even when I hated my daughter, I only pretended to kill her. I never really did it.]

["God of Speed": Even a tiger wouldn't eat its cubs. Tang San, you—]

Even Diyi Hong was dumbfounded.

He really just killed it? That fast?

But Tang San had his own perspective.

"I'm a man. How could I possibly give birth to a child?"

"This… this thing was just a product of a soul bone skill. It was never real!"

"It should never have existed. It deserved to die!"

"What's wrong with killing it? Would you keep it if it happened to you?!"

Silence fell over the scene.

Put yourself in his shoes…

"I wouldn't," Ning Fengzhi said quietly.

He held his stomach, gaze softening as he looked at the child in Chen Xin's arms.

"Regardless of how he came into the world, he is my flesh and blood."

"I'll raise him properly. And if he proves talented enough, I'll even consider passing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to him."

"Of course, only if Rongrong gives up her position as heir."

Ning Rongrong hung her head, lost in thought, saying nothing.

Tang San's expression twisted.

So you're the loving father now?

So he's the villain?

["Nine-Colored Goddess": My father is still the best!]

User "Nine-Colored Goddess" has sent a gift: [Immortal Herb: Beautiful Silk Tulip] ×5

["Nine-Colored Goddess": Give one to my new little brother—let his martial soul be guaranteed to awaken as the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.]

User "Nine-Colored Goddess" has sent a gift: [Divine Skill: Healing Light] ×1

["Nine-Colored Goddess": Host, use it to treat my dad, clear Uncle Jian's internal injuries, and help stabilize my little brother's body.]

Diyi Hong secretly opened his warehouse and peeked at the new divine technique.

[Divine Skill: Healing Light]

Low-tier version of Resurrection Light. Restores flesh to bone, mends even destroyed bodies. Cannot heal soul-based injuries. Can be activated with soul power, but may have side effects.

Wow!

Just the phrase "restore flesh to bone" said it all.

Extracted.

"Well said!" Diyi Hong applauded.

"Sect Master Ning, you've shown true class today. I can't be stingy in return."

"This immortal herb is yours by right."

A Beautiful Silk Tulip floated over from the pile of herbs and gently landed in the baby's arms, where it was clutched tightly.

Then Diyi Hong raised a hand.

He activated Healing Light with divine energy, unleashing golden rays from the heavens that bathed Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Ning Rongrong, and the baby.

The radiant life force saturated every cell—healing the sick, mending the injured, even purifying healthy bodies.

Crack!

Chen Xin broke through!

Crack!

So did Ning Rongrong!

Tang San bit his lip in envy.

But then he remembered—he had also "endured to the end." A single immortal herb was reserved for him too.

His mood improved instantly.

He waited patiently as the divine energy slowly faded. When the last of the divine essence dispersed, Diyi Hong finally withdrew Healing Light.

Ning Fengzhi and the others looked visibly refreshed, eyes filled with awe.

"So I went from level 36 to 37 just like that?" Ning Rongrong said joyfully. "Cultivating lately has felt so smooth—I wish it could always be like this!"

…There was definitely a double meaning in there.

"Thank you for your help," Chen Xin said sincerely. "If you ever need me, I will not hesitate to assist."

"Likewise," Ning Fengzhi added solemnly. "You have the full support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

No surprise they sounded so alike—they were from the same sect, after all.

"It was nothing," Diyi Hong replied with a smile. "Honestly, I came out ahead here."

He was referring to the divine technique and immortal herbs gifted by the gods.

But to others, his words had… other implications.

Ning Rongrong's face flushed red, and she quickly ran toward the three-story villa.

Not to throw herself at someone.

She just wanted to check on Zhu Zhuqing and see how she was doing after absorbing the herb. Also, she needed to clear her head.

Even if she'd thought about having another sibling…

This was all way too much, way too fast.

Her dad… self-produced?

Ridiculous!

"Heh." Ning Fengzhi chuckled. "Diyi Hong, I have high hopes for you. Drop by the sect sometime—we'll talk more later."

After getting a nod from Diyi Hong, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin turned to leave. As they passed the stone table, they paused, then picked up two leftover immortal herbs.

Chen Xin didn't stop him.

At this point, whether they took them or not really didn't matter.

"My turn!" Tang San declared eagerly. "I want the Daffodil Jade Flesh Bone!"

There were better options, sure.

But most had already been taken. And this herb could open up his meridians—perfect for advancing his Mysterious Heaven Skill.

But…

Everyone present: "…"

You still dare to ask for a reward?

Your kid's blood hasn't even cooled yet!!!

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