Li Bing, who normally appeared to be as cold as an ancient iceberg, now seem to have blossomed into spring, despite her lack of a smile, her eyes, which now carried infinite warmth, betrayed her emotions.

Hong An remained ignorant and careful, still carrying her previous smile with Ling Wei, but Ling Wei's smile had long faded.

His father as the only supreme expert of Transcending Immortality, ought to have plenty of time to spend but during Ling Wei had rarely seen a shadow of him, which created a large rift between the relationship of the father and son, for the five years Ling Wei had been alive in this new world, Ling Kuanguang had only occupied him for the first year, then become increasingly distant, with the two meetings only around twice a month.

Considering the blood relationship between the two, Ling Wei still had to maintain an obedient and respectful front before his father, but Ling Kuanguang had never done anything of the sorts, looking at Ling Wei as the same would with any other, void of emotion.

That is, of course, the nature of Ling Kuanguang, he, as an orphan, had never had any family, and could only be foreign to the concept known as family, and could only display his affection through gifting. This attitude along with his cultivation could only result in one thing. Currently, Ling Wei has such a large amount of cultivation resources that could not be consumed in a million years, every birthday for Ling Wei, Ling Kuanguang would appear for a double hour, throw a spacial bag, then leave. The spacial bag would have enough content to compete with a sect treasury, accumulated through millions of years. Ling Wei, as a single person, and indoctrinated by the web novels in his private life, convinced that the only method of cultivation is through blood, sweat and tears had barely touched his collection, with heaven-defying treasures laying in dust.

The conversation between the two would be sort, which both of them had agreed upon silently, this time, Ling Kuanguang stepped to Hong An, who doesn't seem at all pressured in the face of this supreme expert, and after a brief moment, during which all the acupuncture and veins of Hong-An were explored, he stepped back, taking a glance at Li Bing, his eyes containing a small hint of warmth, did he inform Ling Wei of Hong An's physique.

Ling Wei, this one you brought back have a physique known as a Supreme Yin Yang constitution, reserved for only creatures born of the void, as a primordial physique, her cultivation naturally increases with age, reaching levels of Dao Seeking at 15. This one has never seen a Supreme Yin Yang constitution in the body of a demonic beast, and have only heard it as myths from aeons long past, where a demonic beast had reached the same realm as I and had led to a brief period where the demonic beast had greater status compared to humans. It ultimately resulted in more than 50 Immortal cultivators to defeat him, with all being injured in the process.

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Ling Kuanguang is secretly a little proud of his son, but could not find a way to express it, and soon left along with Li Bing, informing that the excursion was over.

Ling Wei had no way of protesting, and could only resign to his fate. Bring Hong An along with him, he approached his wing of the residence.

The residence is separated into 12 wings, each for one person, decorated to their own taste, with Ling Wei as the only one who had his created for him.

When Li Bing had still been pregnant, Ling Kuanguang had entered a rare state of frenzy.

He had frequently visited his rare acquaintances to ask for parental advice, but received none, then was forced to descend into lower realms, visiting families with a stern face, as if they owned him money, continuing to stare at them as they fumble over, worrying that the slightest word would lose them their life.

Word soon spread that a ghost dressed in black staring at newlyweds, especially those who have children, at one point, it reached such a point that birthrates dropped in several major countries.

Ultimately, it was a 7-year-old snot covered little boy raising his sister who had given Ling Kuanguang the words he wanted to hear, he was so satisfied that he had taken the initiative to grant him the status of chosen in a major sect.

At that point, he had raided many sects for baby goods, leaving grand compensation. Cultivators soon left milk bottles and children's toys at their windows at night, praying to exchange it some million-year-old phoenix feather.

It was all ultimately an unnecessary effort, as Ling Wei had no needs for such goods with the experience from his past life, his room to this day is still covered in pastel pink colour, hundreds of stuffed toys, and in the corner were a large collection of milk bottles and suckers.

Now, Ling Wei can finally put them into good use, filling the milk bottles with demonic beast milk, taking out a large block of willow wood, created a small bed, and created a blanket from phoenix feathers.

Hong An, as raised by a group of old virgins, naturally had never experienced proper infancy, with the knowledge of more than 5000 years, Ling Wei planned on raising a loli.

The two looked like a pair of orphaned sibling were it not for the luxury of their surroundings, Ling Wei, focused on coaxing Hong An to sleep, seemed incredibly diligent.

While the two children were inside the building, within another building, a graceful beauty wearing a dress made of feathers while sitting on the wutong tree's main root, giving off a mighty aura.

While the dress exposed no parts of her body, it's stuck closely to her body, revealing her curves. Swinging her legs on the branch in a nonchalant manner, it gave off a casual, yet temptations vibe. 

Her eyes formed an elegant shape, full lips, sharp nose, her face gave off a majestic feeling, while her hair flows freely along her body, towards the floor.

An exquisite smile occurred on her face, sensing that Ling Wei had returned, she proceeded to stand up approached the door, her long hair and dress flows together along the floor, creating a mixture of black and red.