Chapter 846: Chapter 846

Love Above All Chapter 205

The Demon God can travel freely across the world, living wherever he pleases.

But the Demon Lord must reside in the Demon Palace, facing the darkness and cold palace walls.

Mi Xi successfully devoured the Demon God and thus gained immense power.

The three of them finally weathered the catastrophe and successfully reached the pinnacle.

Lan Xi discovered a problem.

Her four drops of Primordial Spirit Blood, one was given to the Demon Lord, now absorbed by Mi Xi, creating the new god.

One drop was given to Ah Qing, and he also became a god.

She herself retained one drop, continually strengthening her bloodline.

And at her heart, there is still a drop, silently flowing without movement.

So, to whom does her remaining drop belong?

Later, Lan Xi found the answer in her heart.

She still owed someone a favor.

Ya died, pierced through the heart by the power of the Demon God.

His soul dispersed throughout the Six Realms, and to gather his soul.

She and Ah Qing worked tirelessly.

Finally, they collected his soul, placed it on the altar of Caixia Pavilion, allowing it to bathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the brilliance of sun, moon, and stars; in another hundred thousand years, he could be reborn.

By then, she would bestow upon him the Primordial Spirit Blood within her, and after some training, perhaps he would be the new generation of god in this world.

Eighty thousand years later.

Lan Xi and Quan Shaoqing found a place with even denser spiritual energy to build a divine residence.

They planted a row of Trees of Immortality in the garden.

Lan Xi selected a few Flower Fairies to plant flowers in the courtyard.

One day, a delighted voice of Quan Shaoqing suddenly came from the palace, "Wife, you’re pregnant."

Lan Xi was so shocked that the wine jug in her hand dropped to the ground.

"How do you know?" Lan Xi wondered, as she didn’t feel anything, but he figured it out first?

Is there any justice left?

Quan Shaoqing was holding a detector, a new technological product.

When Lan Xi saw it scan her body, it immediately displayed, "Pregnant."

Lan Xi’s mouth twitched.

Generally, for gods, it is extremely difficult to conceive.

This was simply a joyous surprise.

Luckily, she had become a god, and until the god returns to Chaos, childbirth wouldn’t affect her.

This was different from Lan Yan before.

Lan Yan couldn’t become a god.

She could only become the inheritor of a god, tasked with bearing and raising a child of a god. So, as soon as the child grew up, the heavens would strip her of her power, allowing the new god to grow.

Because, in this world, there could only be one god.

In the sky, Lan Xi and Quan Shaoqing were like a pair of mandarin ducks, living in harmony.

The scenery was intoxicating, captivating, and after surviving catastrophes, they cherished their time together even more.

Five thousand years later, their child was born.

Quan Shaoqing named her Yan Yuan, meaning beautiful as a pearl in the hand of a god.

Also implying a treasure in the palm.

Yan Yuan inherited Lan Xi’s childhood personality, which was mischievous.

She insisted on experiencing everything, whether permitted or not.

Especially in the Immortal Realm, Demon Realm, and Underworld, everyone feared this little princess the most.

If she liked something, she would find a way to get it.

Of course, as soon as she expressed interest, 99.9% of people would offer her what she liked.

Often, when others gave her their most precious belongings, she would lose interest shortly thereafter.

She’d touch, play, and if she didn’t like it, she’d discard it casually.

This gave the Immortal Family a headache.

Mi Xi, commanding millions of the Demon Race, was mightily impressive, yet he was driven to agitation by Yan Yuan’s antics.

"Yan Yuan, you sent my 200,000 Demon Soldiers to fetch pearls from the Ruoshui River, and they all sank. Doesn’t your conscience hurt?" Mi Xi, having had enough, seized the little girl, pretending to growl menacingly.

"Hurt? Why should it hurt? You told me there were pearls under the Ruoshui River, so I sent your people to fetch them for me." The little girl only reached Mi Xi’s thigh, evidently more mischievous than her mother was as a child.

"You..." Mi Xi was speechless, tears streaming down his face, "Little ancestor, is Xi Xi good to you?"

"Yes, I like Xi Xi the most!" Yan Yuan said with large, gleaming eyes, hugging Mi Xi’s leg, climbing into his arms, clinging to his neck like a little monkey.

Mi Xi’s mouth twitched violently; he looked down at the little girl in his arms, reluctant to scold her.

Yan Yuan shook her head, then indignantly said, "Dad said girls should learn independence and sent me out to play on my own. He went to catch fish, saying he’s making braised fish for mom."

Yan Yuan pouted, seemingly even more unwilling to mention, "Mommy said the glow of the clouds has been beautiful lately and wanted to seize the opportunity to collect some for dad’s clothes."

"Yan Yuan, I suspect you were picked up!" Mi Xi, holding the little girl, shook the fan in his hand, speaking with utmost gravity.

Yan Yuan immediately shook her head, giggling, "No way! Dad’s making braised fish, I can eat too. Mommy makes pretty clothes for dad and includes me."

Then, three days later.

Yan Yuan rushed to Mi Xi’s bedside, yelling loudly before bursting into tears.

Mi Xi was sleeping drowsily, but she woke him with her cries.

"Yueyue, what’s wrong this time?"

Yan Yuan covered her little eyes, heartbroken.

Then, with a voice tinged with grievance and sadness, she sobbed, "Dad said if I want to eat fish, I should find my future husband."

Mi Xi facepalmed, realizing the commotion was because she went home without getting any braised fish.

Yan Yuan continued, covering her eyes sorrowfully, "Mom said she only made me a bellyband because the fabric ran out."

"Xi Xi, do you think I was picked up?" Yan Yuan cried so heartbreakingly.

Mi Xi patted her head, feeling he couldn’t watch any longer.

Thus, he carried Yan Yuan, storming into Lan Xi and Quan Shaoqing’s new residence.

Lan Xi was pruning paper flowers, while Quan Shaoqing was planting new plants beside her; as a couple, they occasionally exchanged glances, conveying love, as happy as could be.

"You two, Yueyue has been made to cry." Mi Xi demanded justice.

Lan Xi put down the scissors in her hand, looking at her daughter’s swollen little eyes, perplexed, "Why is she crying?"

"You said you were making new clothes, why didn’t you make a set for Yueyue too?" Mi Xi asked angrily, as if protecting his own bullied child.

Lan Xi, bewildered, "When I was pregnant with her, I already made all the clothes she’d wear before ten thousand years old. Her room is almost full; what’s the point of making so many clothes? Even wearing a different set every day wouldn’t exhaust them."

Quan Shaoqing put down the dirt in his hands, walked forward to look at his daughter, and took her into his arms, "Yueyue, you were being mischievous again, weren’t you?"

"Humph!" Yan Yuan hadn’t forgotten she didn’t get to eat the fish Dad made yesterday. "I don’t care, I want to eat fish."

Seeing Yan Yuan’s puffed-up little face, Quan Shaoqing couldn’t help but laugh.

"If you want to eat, I’ll make it for you right now."

He was every bit the doting biological father.