After buying the red-cord doll, Jian Zhen was already extremely satisfied.
In his heart, they already counted as having exchanged gifts. Ye Jisheng had given him a red-cord doll, and he had given Ye Jisheng his painting of mandarin ducks. Although the process had seemed a bit tortuous, Little Grass himself was very satisfied.
The two of them then went to the place selling tiger-head shoes.
Jian Zhen picked out two pairs of shoes and said, “Boss, how much are these two pairs?”
The stall owner was an old grandmother from the town. After seeing the two of them clearly, she said with a smile, “You two brought auspiciousness and good fortune to our Muyu Town. How could I possibly take your money?”
Jian Zhen said, “One thing is one thing, Grandma. It’s not easy for you to make shoes, and these are very sturdy and beautiful.”
The old grandmother was very happy to be praised for the shoes she made and said, “Of course! I personally stitched these shoes. From my son to my grandson, they all grew up wearing these shoes.”
The elderly woman had both children and grandchildren.
But Jian Zhen only saw a thin little boy standing alone beside her.
This drought took away many people.
Jian Zhen withdrew his gaze and said to Ye Jisheng: “This craftsmanship is quite rare, we should buy more. Anyway, the baby grows fast, so buying more sizes of shoes for him to switch between is good.”
Ye Jisheng nodded. Regarding Jian Zhen’s plans for the child, the Demon Lord did not comment.
And so in the end—
On a festival where others were whispering sweet nothings, Jian Zhen dragged Ye Jisheng to buy an entire box of children’s clothing and supplies, practically buying out the old grandmother’s whole stall. The old woman also received a considerable sum, enough to buy many things for her grandson. Everyone was happy.
When night gradually deepened, the two returned to the residence.
Jian Zhen collapsed onto the bed and said softly, “So tired.”
Ye Jisheng set the box aside and said, “If you’re tired, rest. In two days, on the full moon night, you’ll return to the demon clan with me.”
Jian Zhen said, “So soon.”
Counting the time, it was indeed about right. The little one in his belly was already almost eight months along, and in another month or two he would give birth. Time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the moonlight outside the window, Jian Zhen thought aloud: “After the baby is born, we can bring him back here to play.”
Ye Jisheng said, “Do you want to scare them to death?”
Jian Zhen blinked in confusion. “Huh?”
“The lifespan of humans is but a hundred years, gone in a snap of the fingers,” Ye Jisheng said calmly. “Even in just ten or twenty years, the changes are like the seas turning to mulberry fields. If you bring the child back and your appearance hasn’t changed, won’t you frighten them to death?”
Jian Zhen vaguely felt that the Demon Lord seemed to have a point.
Even if he could disguise himself, the baby couldn’t.
By then, when the old master and Xu Changyou saw that his appearance hadn’t changed, and the baby was also different from ordinary children, wouldn’t they call that Daoist Shenji or whatever to exorcise demons?
Hugging the pillow on the bed, Jian Zhen said, “Then we’ll just have to come secretly. Maybe by then we’ll even get to see Xu Changyou’s children after he starts a family.”
Ye Jisheng chuckled slowly. “If you want to see them, you can see his descendants for eighteen generations.”
Jian Zhen: “…”
Sir, you’re very funny.
The little grass who was tired from shopping chatted for a bit and soon got sleepy, falling asleep on the bed in no time.
The next day after waking, they began preparing to return to the demon clan. Of course, to outsiders they could only say they were returning to the capital. The townsfolk were reluctant to see them go, especially the old master, who was extremely unwilling to part.
Xu Changyou grabbed Jian Zhen and said, “You must remember to come back often to visit.”
Jian Zhen recalled the Demon Lord’s words from last night and thought, Don’t worry, I’ll definitely come back often, after all, I can even keep an eye on your descendants for the next eighteen generations.
Not only the old master.
The servants in the residence, although Jian Zhen didn’t mention it, Ye Jisheng had already arranged everything. He gave each person enough money to ensure they would never worry about food or clothing for the rest of their lives.
After everything was arranged—
When night fell and the villagers were asleep, Ye Jisheng took Jian Zhen away from the house they had lived in for nearly two months and summoned the phoenix to depart.
By the time they returned to the demon clan, two days had passed.
Jian Zhen lay back on his cloud bed, feeling as if everything had happened just yesterday.
Ye Jisheng said, “Rest. I must go handle some matters.”
Jian Zhen nodded. “Okay.”
Having been away so long, the Demon Lord indeed had a pile of demon clan affairs to deal with. Jian Zhen understood, this was probably the responsibility a king had to bear.
Little Grass was glad he was just a little grass.
Little Grass had no worries; Little Grass only needed to eat well and sleep.
The salted-fish little grass lay on the bed and buried himself in sleep, sleeping until noon the next day.
After waking, Ye Jisheng still hadn’t returned much. During this period, he was always going out daily, spending most of his time in seclusion healing. It seemed he had indeed been severely injured in the immortal clan.
The good news was—
Jian Zhen saw Yan Ji again. He valued this friend with whom he shared a deep bond.
Yan Ji was also delighted to see him and hurried over. “Honoured lord, you’ve finally returned!”
Yan Ji looked the same as before, still fond of wearing a red dress, like a brilliantly blooming red flower standing proudly in the world, bright and bold.
Jian Zhen smiled. “Yes, yes, and I even brought you a gift.”
Yan Ji leaned closer. “What is it?”
Jian Zhen took out a smooth, round wooden comb carved from pure wood. “This was handmade by the villagers there. The wood is ancient sandalwood, calming and nourishing for the heart. I remember you like combing your hair.”
Yan Ji’s face lit up. “Wonderful! I heard the hidden clan of the South Sea are believers of the gods. Their items must all possess mysterious power!”
Jian Zhen: “…”
I don’t even know how to explain that.
But humans truly are a powerful yet mysterious race.
Little Grass could only nod solemnly.
Yan Ji carefully put the comb away, then looked at Jian Zhen’s now slightly rounded belly and asked softly, “Will we be able to see the little prince soon?”
Jian Zhen touched his belly. “Probably.”
If nothing else, during his time among humans, his pregnancy symptoms had eased a lot, and he could feel the baby growing healthily.
Yan Ji offered, “Then shouldn’t honoured lord instruct the people below to prepare the wrist rings for the little prince?”
Jian Zhen asked, “What is that?”
“It’s a custom of our demon clan,” Yan Ji explained. “Parents must weave wrist rings from our vine branches when the child is born. The vine branch is our clan’s auspicious symbol, representing smooth fortune and good wishes. It will accompany the child for life. Look, like this!”
Jian Zhen leaned closer and saw the black bracelet on Yan Ji’s wrist, smooth and round. He sighed, “It really is beautiful.”
Yan Ji smiled and said: “Honoured Lord can also weave one for the little prince. You only need to infuse one drop of your blood, then infuse the Demon Lord’s blood, and the wrist ring will be complete. It will bless the little prince with safety.”
Jian Zhen nodded and said: “Okay, but how do you weave it? I’m not very good at it.”
Yan Ji said: “I can teach you.”
Jian Zhen became happy. “Okay.”
Actually, he had never been very fond of these kinds of handicrafts before. For the lazy salted‑fish Jian Zhen, if he could lie down, he would definitely never stand. But once he thought about how this could bless the child, he felt everything was worth it.
Therefore—
When the Demon Lord returned that night, he saw someone sitting at the table seriously weaving vine branches.
Ye Jisheng walked over and stood beside the table. “Who taught you to make this?”
Jian Zhen put down the vine branch in his hand and said: “Yan Ji told me. She said everyone in the demon clan prepares these for their babies.”
Ye Jisheng looked at the things on the table and sat down. His long fingers played with a few pieces of vine before setting them down again. He said lightly: “Mm, that is indeed the custom.”
Jian Zhen suddenly reacted. He said: “Then where is your wrist ring? Why have I never seen it? Is it because you’re a god, so you don’t have one?”
Ye Jisheng said: “I don’t have one.”
Jian Zhen froze for a moment. He didn’t quite understand, did “don’t have” mean he didn’t have one because of his divine body, or was it for some other reason?
“There are different kinds of gods in this world.” Ye Jisheng was apparently in a good mood today. He lounged lazily in the chair and explained: “There are gods born with innate divine bodies, and more who become gods through tribulation and transformation.”
Jian Zhen suddenly understood. “Is the baby in my belly an innate divine body?”
Ye Jisheng nodded. “From ancient times until now, only two innate divine bodies have ever been born into the world. One was the ancestor Hongchuan, the natural god of the immortal clan. The other…”
Jian Zhen asked curiously: “Who?”
Ye Jisheng curled his lips slightly and said lightly: “The one in your belly.”
Jian Zhen: “…”
Little Grass was a bit stunned.
At this moment, he finally felt the reality, his baby was actually this extraordinary.
But—
Jian Zhen quickly asked with curiosity: “Why are divine children so rare?”
Ye Jisheng said: “Whenever a god descends into the world, there will always be omens and heavenly tribulation. If it is a cultivator who has reached the transformation stage, they still have the ability to withstand tribulation. But if it is an infant…”
Jian Zhen blurted out: “Wouldn’t that be extremely dangerous?”
Ye Jisheng nodded and said slowly: “Mm.”
Jian Zhen immediately panicked. His heartbeat sped up, and even the vine branch in his hand fell onto the table. His hand instinctively moved to his belly. Before, he hadn’t particularly wanted a child, but after seven or eight months, he had long developed feelings for the baby. Even though he had never experienced heavenly tribulation, he could imagine how terrifying it must be.
Little Grass was frightened.
Jian Zhen said: “Will the baby be okay?”
Ye Jisheng reminded him: “You should be worrying about whether you will be okay.”
At the moment of danger, the first thing he worried about wasn’t himself. The Demon Lord rarely encountered such people and never expected such a fool to be right beside him.
Jian Zhen tightly gripped the vine branch. “You—you never told me this!”
Ye Jisheng’s expression remained calm. He tossed the vine branch he had been playing with back onto the table and said lightly: “What is there to fear? It’s just a heavenly tribulation. With me here, it cannot harm you.”
Jian Zhen: “…”
In this world, perhaps only this god would treat heavenly tribulation as nothing.
But Little Grass truly stopped being afraid.
He touched his belly, and coincidentally, the baby inside kicked him—playfully, like teasing. Jian Zhen could feel the little one’s emotions. As expected of Ye Jisheng’s child, both father and son were bold.
That night—
The High Priest came to take Jian Zhen’s pulse and said: “Honoured lord, your vital energy is much better than before. The little prince is also very healthy. From now on, you only need to quietly wait for the due date.”
Jian Zhen nodded gently. “Thank you, High Priest.”
The High Priest smiled. “Honoured lord, you are far too polite. It is my duty to do my best for you and the Demon Lord.”
During this period, Jian Zhen almost never saw Ye Jisheng during the day. The man only appeared very late at night. Jian Zhen had already grown used to sleeping only after Ye Jisheng returned.
Jian Zhen asked the High Priest: “High Priest, Ye Jisheng has been leaving early and returning late these days. He’s healing so diligently because he wants to withstand the heavenly tribulation for the child, right?”
The High Priest paused, showing a troubled expression.
But Jian Zhen already understood.
Many times, the answer was already there. The baby in his belly lived carefree every day because someone had already blocked all the storms for him.
Jian Zhen asked: “High Priest, will this heavenly tribulation be very dangerous? Is there anything I can do?”
The High Priest immediately bowed and said: “Honoured lord, you do not need to do anything. You have already given great grace to the entire demon clan by carrying the little prince. When a divine body descends, heavenly tribulation will come. At that time, all the elders of the demon clan will gather in the Demon Hall to protect you and the Demon Lord. You need not worry about anything.”
Jian Zhen understood how dangerous this was.
But—
From the High Priest’s words, Little Grass became curious about something else. He asked: “If all divine bodies face heavenly punishment when born, then for someone like Ye Jisheng, who became a god through cultivation, does that mean nothing happened when he was born?”
The High Priest hesitated for a moment before answering: “Not necessarily.”
Jian Zhen asked: “What do you mean?”
“Although the Demon Lord became a god through cultivation, his fate already carried divine destiny from birth,” the High Priest said. “The Demon Lord’s father died early. It is said that when he was born, there were natural omens. Not long after his birth, his mother passed away. At that time, in the Three Realms, the demon clan’s status was low. The Demon Lord grew up without father or mother and was sold to the immortal clan’s Spirit Mountain as a slave.”
Jian Zhen widened his eyes, and even the vine branch in his hand trembled. He said: “The immortal clan?”
The High Priest nodded and said: “This old minister is the priest of the demon clan; I would not remember such matters incorrectly. Before the Lord surpassed the Soul Transformation stage, his days were extremely difficult…”
Jian Zhen suddenly felt a bit dazed, recalling that day in the hot spring pool.
Ye Jisheng had once said: “If the chosen one were not me, if the Demon Lord were anyone else, they would have been respected.”
In the human residence at the South Sea—
When answering his question, Ye Jisheng had said: “I never intended to have descendants. Ending everything in this generation is enough.”
On the day he began learning to weave the wrist ring—
Ye Jisheng had said in a light, casual tone: “I never had such a thing.”
At that time—
Jian Zhen couldn’t understand his words. He only thought it was because of his strange temperament, that he was simply born that way.
Only now, after understanding the whole story, did Jian Zhen truly grasp the meaning behind Ye Jisheng’s words. Perhaps being born with divine fate, with a destiny to ascend, was a blessing to anyone else but it was not what Ye Jisheng wanted. The supreme being of the Three Realms, yet he never cared for such things. They were shackles on him, causing him to lose much.
His parents died early. The wrist ring that every demon clan child had, he never had one.
He did not want children.
Because he wanted all suffering to end with him. And even so, after Jian Zhen unexpectedly became pregnant, he never told him any of this pressure. Ye Jisheng was the thick, heavy night, shielding everything outside.
The High Priest comforted him: “Honoured lord, are you angry that the Lord did not tell you earlier? Do not worry, the Lord will definitely protect you and the little prince…”
Jian Zhen returned from his thoughts. He smiled gently, his eyes clear and bright, clearly reflecting the High Priest’s figure: open and calm, without the slightest fear.
His quiet demeanor made it seem as though the world and the heavenly laws were nothing but fleeting clouds.
Jian Zhen said: “I’m not worried.”
The High Priest froze. The last person who showed such indifference toward heavenly tribulation was the Demon God.
Jian Zhen said: “Even if he had told me earlier, I wouldn’t have given up the child. I guess he didn’t want to tell me too soon because he was afraid I’d start worrying early. He knows I would never give up the child, but he didn’t want me to worry too much. And it’s true, since this little life has come into this world, then no one has the right to take away its chance to live. Not the immortal clan, not the heavenly laws, no one.”
It was because he needed two hundred years to take human form.
It was because in his previous life he died young from illness.
So life was so precious. So living was so difficult.
He would protect their child. Jian Zhen touched his belly, thinking this and at this moment, he was certain Ye Jisheng thought the same.
Time passed quickly.
The little baby in Jian Zhen’s belly gradually grew. The time for the little one to meet the world had come.
Just a few days ago, Jian Zhen had been worried he might go into labor on the full moon night. Yet the heavenly laws seemed almost sentient, When the first red moon appeared in the sky, pain struck Jian Zhen’s lower abdomen.
The red moonlight cast an eerie crimson glow.
Jian Zhen had been drinking jade dew; his hand trembled from the pain, and the entire bowl fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Ye Jisheng entered from outside.
Jian Zhen’s face was pale. The next second, he was pulled into Ye Jisheng’s arms, leaning against the man’s chest. He tightly gripped Ye Jisheng’s clothing and said: “I—I think I’m going to give birth.”
Ye Jisheng’s expression was severe, his red eyes exceptionally clear.
In the night—
Jian Zhen could even see the faint heavenly‑punishment curse marks appearing on the man’s body. Just as he was about to speak, a thunderclap exploded outside. Massive rolling thunder gathered from the horizon. This was an omen never seen before, bolts of lightning flickered within the clouds, and whirlpool‑like darkness pressed down over the Demon Realm Mountain.
Heavenly thunder roared, as if tearing the sky into two.
Jian Zhen’s heart tightened. He said: “This is… the heavenly tribulation?”
A divine child was about to be born. The tribulation descended. The Three Realms would face great upheaval.
Ye Jisheng’s expression remained calm. “Stay here and don’t worry about anything else. I said nothing will happen to you two, so nothing will happen.”
This was Jian Zhen’s first time seeing the descent of heavenly tribulation.
Bolts of lightning seemed ready to tear the sky apart. Thunder roared like torrential rain. Pain surged from his lower abdomen. The entire Demon Hall was swept by violent winds. Centered on Demon Realm Mountain, dark clouds gathered, and various demons and ghostly shadows flickered in the air and on the ground.
The sudden, overwhelming phenomenon shook all Three Realms.
Spirit Mountain
The Prophet Elder stood in Wentian Pavilion, watching the lightning‑filled sky. He let out a heavy sigh and said: “It has come. In the end, it has come. Another Demon God is about to descend.”
Behind him, a snow‑white figure stood silently.
The Prophet Elder said: “This is your last chance. Now that the heavenly tribulation is arriving, Ye Jisheng must face it alone. With his old injuries not yet healed, this is his weakest moment. Kill him, and the little Demon God will be nothing to fear.”
Fu Changhuan’s hair fluttered in the night wind. He said: “If Ye Jisheng dies, the heavenly tribulation will fall upon that child.”
The Prophet Elder: “And what of it?”
Fu Changhuan’s snow‑colored eyes remained calm. He said: “The child’s birth father will die.”
The Prophet Elder’s expression turned stern. “Wangyou, do you truly wish to see the demon clan produce two Demon Gods? Do you know how much chaos this will bring to the future of the Three Realms, how many innocent lives will be lost?!”
Fu Changhuan remained calm and unshaken. “The demon clan will not have two Demon Lords. Ye Jisheng’s own heavenly tribulation is approaching soon. Half his power is sealed by the God‑Sealing Formation. No matter how strong he is, he cannot withstand two heavenly tribulations in succession. If he insists on protecting this child…”
Thunder and lightning roared across the sky, the massive bolts of heavenly tribulation tearing open the heavens, shrouding the distant skies above the demon clan.
The hem of Fu Changhuan’s snow‑white robe lifted in the wind. His gaze was distant, as though everything was finally about to settle: “Then, he will die.”
At that time—
He would finally be able to bring his junior brother back to his side.
They would never be separated again.
Demon Realm
Wind and clouds surged. Outside the great hall, violent winds and torrential rain raged. A god was about to descend, and the vast spiritual energy field attracted countless monsters and spirits from the Three Realms, rushing toward Demon Realm Mountain as if they had lost their minds.
Black specters crawled up the mountain walls, but were bounced away by the formation. Atop the towering demon hall, all the elders and priests of the demon clan gathered within the array, using demonic power to form a protective formation.
“Boom!”
Bolts of terrifying thunder fell from the sky. It seemed the heavenly laws were extremely displeased, wanting to split open the defensive array. A massive purple lightning bolt descended, about to strike the formation yet it was forcibly devoured by a sudden eruption of red soul‑fire in midair. The red soul‑fire did not extinguish in the storm; the purple lightning was swallowed within it, wild and domineering.
In the raging wind and rain, a man in dark robes stood among it all.
The falling rain could not touch even the corner of his robe. On Ye Jisheng’s handsome face was even a faint trace of mockery. He lifted his head, glanced at the thunderous clouds, and the corner of his lips curled into a smile.
In the thick night sky covered by dark clouds, the blazing soul‑fire illuminated nearly half the heavens.
Ye Jisheng neither dodged nor avoided. Standing there was arrogance enough. Countless heavenly bolts were forcibly devoured by the soul‑fire, unable to harm anyone inside the hall. Thunder struck again and again, while soul‑fire spread everywhere like blooming blood‑red flowers in the night. The man standing at the center, his black robes seemed almost dyed red.
Inside the hall.
Jian Zhen was in unbearable pain. The thunder outside sounded as if it were right beside his ears, yet the glow of the burning soul‑fire made him feel at ease. He was not alone. He was not alone. In his suffering, someone else was enduring hardship with him.
“Boom!”
Another massive thunderclap. Several bolts of heavenly lightning seemed to finally grow furious and fell together. Jian Zhen saw the soul‑fire outside illuminate the entire sky, and his mind went blank.
In a daze—
He heard the sound of a child crying.
All the strength in Jian Zhen’s body left him at once. He sat up and saw a tiny little baby on the cloud bed: very small, completely red, mouth open and crying “waa waa.”
But miraculously—
When Jian Zhen reached out to touch him, the baby’s crying stopped.
The thunder outside also seemed to cease along with the crying, though the heavy night did not disperse. The doors of the great hall, freed from their restraints and unsealed, finally opened.
Wind blew in from outside.
Jian Zhen turned his head toward the entrance and saw a scene of devastation: ruined flower terraces, corpses of monsters and ghosts scattered everywhere, blood flowing like rivers. And in the center of the hall stood a man.
Ye Jisheng’s robe fluttered in the wind. The interior of the hall was clean and bright, yet outside looked like a living h*ll.
Jian Zhen’s heart pounded like a drum. He stood up gently.
But the moment he tried to take a step, his legs gave out and he fell to the ground. The faint sound seemed to alert the person outside. Ye Jisheng stepped up the stairs one by one, walking slowly into the hall.
Jian Zhen looked up at him.
As Ye Jisheng’s dark robe brushed across the floor, it left a trail of blood.
The man slowly approached him.
Ye Jisheng’s pale hand reached out, as if wanting to touch Jian Zhen and pull him up, but just before touching him, it stopped in midair because blood was dripping down his long, pale fingertips.
Droplets of blood fell one after another onto the floor.
Ye Jisheng withdrew his hand.
As he turned away, Jian Zhen seemed to hear something shatter. His frozen mind snapped back to clarity. He lunged forward and threw himself into Ye Jisheng’s arms. He was wearing a clean white shirt, but the moment he fell into Ye Jisheng’s embrace, it was stained red. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face: “What happened to you, what happened to you?”
At first, Ye Jisheng wanted to push him away, but realizing the person in his arms was holding on tightly, he couldn’t. The Demon Lord could only helplessly pat the person’s hair. His voice was hoarse and lazy: “Why are you crying even more than the one on the bed?”
The little baby had cried for a while after being born, then never cried again.
But Jian Zhen kept crying. “Are you dying?”
Ye Jisheng casually used a cleansing spell to wash away some of the blood on himself and said lightly: “My life isn’t that easy to lose. It was just a heavenly tribulation.”
But Jian Zhen looked at the blood soaking through his clothes and couldn’t stop crying. How much blood had he lost? His heavy robes were completely drenched. His soul had only just begun to recover, his complexion had finally improved and now he was back to how he was before. Saying it was “just a small heavenly tribulation,” yet he was this badly injured. Thinking of this made Jian Zhen want to cry again.
Ye Jisheng said: “Don’t worry. If my life were that easy to take, those old fossils of the Three Realms wouldn’t have spent millions of years losing sleep and fretting every day.”
Jian Zhen was almost made to laugh by him.
Why was this person always like this, no matter what happened, he spoke so lightly, as if even the sky collapsing wouldn’t make him blink.
Little Grass was angry, puffing up his cheeks and glaring at him.
Seeing him finally smile, Ye Jisheng said: “Go back to the bed. Don’t catch a chill.”
Jian Zhen saw that he truly seemed fine and finally relaxed. He regained a bit of strength, looked toward the baby on the bed, and said in surprise: “He stopped crying!”
Ye Jisheng watched as Jian Zhen wrapped the tiny baby in a small blanket.
Jian Zhen held the tiny child, lifted his gaze to Ye Jisheng, and said with emotion: “It’s amazing, I actually gave birth to a person.”
Ye Jisheng: “…”
It was rare for the Demon God to fall silent.
While the two were speaking, the little baby opened his eyes. His pitch‑black pupils were like the purest obsidian. He looked at the two people standing before him, very obedient.
Jian Zhen exclaimed in surprise: “He can move!”
Ye Jisheng nodded and quietly watched as well. The Demon God concluded: “Why is he so red.”
Jian Zhen would not allow him to speak ill of the baby. He quickly corrected him: “His skin is still tender, it should get better in a few days.”
Ye Jisheng nodded lightly. He didn’t want the child to be like him. He hoped the child would be like his Little Grass: fair, soft, and adorable, that would be best.
Jian Zhen suddenly remembered. He said: “It seems we still haven’t given the child a name.”
Ye Jisheng’s gaze fell on the little baby. He said: “According to the demon clan’s rules, his formal name must be entered into the ancestral temple. And since he is born with a divine body, as the Demon God of the demon clan, he will have a bestowed character. But his childhood name is fine, you may choose it.”
Jian Zhen froze. “I’m the one naming him?”
The Demon Lord nodded indifferently and said lightly: “Mm.”
Jian Zhen hadn’t expected it to be him. Holding the tiny baby in his arms, he thought for a moment and said: “His birth wasn’t easy. He even encountered heavenly tribulation. It was the night of the red moon, and thunder and rain… Look, he doesn’t cry or fuss, his eyes are so black, and his whole body is so red…”
A moment of silence.
A flash of inspiration!
The future supreme of the Three Realms, the one who would make countless beings tremble in awe for millions of years, the name of the almighty Demon God was born at this moment.
Jian Zhen’s eyes sparkled. He slapped the table and declared to Ye Jisheng: “How about calling him Little Red!”
Ye Jisheng glanced at the child. After thinking for a moment, after all, this was his own son, he decided to save him one last time. He said lightly: “Why don’t you ask him?”
Jian Zhen lowered his head to look at the tiny baby staring at him with round black eyes. He smiled sweetly and said softly: “Little Red, Little Red, do you like this name?”
The baby in his arms moved a little, waving his tiny, tender arms.
Just as Jian Zhen showed a delighted smile and lifted his head to say: “Look, he likes the na—”
Before Jian Zhen finished speaking—
The Demon God Hall erupted with an astonishing, unprecedented burst of baby wailing.
