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The Di Mang is a legendary artifact rumored to grant godlike power to its wielder. If it falls into the wrong hands, the Martial World will drown in blood and chaos.

Enter Su Ran, the ruthless Demonic Cult Leader, who will stop at nothing to claim its power… until on a fateful night he becomes impregnated by a monk named Ji Chun, who is venturing out into the world for the very first time.

This Venerable One Will Not Have Children

Then, Mu Miefeng grabbed Ji Chun's arm and pushed him firmly out of the room. His brow was slightly furrowed, but his voice was steady as he gave Ji Chun's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry—nothing will go wrong. Boil the water, knock when it's ready, and then keep boiling more." His tone left no room for doubt.

Seeing Mu Miefeng's confidence, Ji Chun felt a fraction of his fear ease. He nodded sharply, bowed deeply in gratitude, and strode to the kitchen without another word.

There, he worked feverishly, feeding the fire until flames roared under the pot, licking at the metal like his own frantic heartbeat. Worry pressed against his ribs, stealing his breath, leaving his limbs trembling. Over and over, his mind chanted a single name: Su Ran… Su Ran… Su Ran…

Mu Miefeng had assured him the procedure was safe, but time stretched like torture. Visions flashed unbidden—Su Ran lying broken and bloodied in that cabin months ago, the memory still raw. He'd sworn never to let harm touch him again. Yet here they were, facing death once more, and all Ji Chun could do was wait.

When had Su Ran become his very life? The thought of a world without him was unthinkable.

The door cracked open. Xue Yao gestured him inside, then shut it swiftly against the cold. In his arms lay a tiny bundle—a red-faced infant wailing into the cloth swaddling it. Ji Chun's gaze flickered to the child, but he stepped toward the bed—only for Xue Yao to pull him back.

"Not yet," Xue Yao said, nodding to the baby. "Hold him first."

Ji Chun's dark brows snapped together. "How is Su Ran?"

Xue Yao almost smiled. Even now, Ji Chun had eyes only for Su Ran. It was proof enough of his devotion to the Demonic Cult Leader. "He's fine," he soothed. "Shixiong is just finishing up. Here—meet your son."

Relief loosened Ji Chun's shoulders. He reached out, then froze. The child was so small, so fragile—how could his rough hands dare to hold him?

Xue Yao chuckled. "Bend your arms like this." He demonstrated, then settled the baby into Ji Chun's hesitant embrace.

The infant's cries had quieted to sleepy whimpers, lips parted in peaceful exhaustion. Ji Chun stared, heart swelling. His son. His and Su Ran's. The words looped in his mind, giddy and disbelieving. Tension bled away, replaced by a joy so fierce it near overwhelmed him.

Su Ran was safe. Their future—bright and boundless—stretched before them.

Author's Notes: It feels like I just gave birth. Ha ha ha.

Chapter 74