The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 931: Three In a Row

The Primordial Mythical Beasts were showering the little cub with praise.

"This is the little babe? As expected of our leader’s offspring—so adorable!"

"Right, right! We could never give birth to such a cute little cub."

"Boss, has the little babe’s illness been cured? It looks so healthy! You can finally relax now!"

"..."

The little babe raised its paw, interrupting their chatter with a series of eager cries.

It even pointed its paw at Nanli.

The Gloomy Fox and the others immediately understood.

A wave of shock rippled through them.

They hadn’t expected that a human cultivator would help heal their cub!

It must have required countless spiritual herbs and divine plants—and an immense amount of divine power.

At that moment, the Gloomy Fox realized something.

That Glassy Bottle indeed belonged to Nanli.

No matter how it tried, it could never draw out the power sealed within.

Moreover, the aura within the bottle was identical to Nanli’s.

It was Nanli who had saved its cub.

Right now, Nanli was using an array and pills to heal Siheng.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her eyes brimmed with worry.

Siheng had stubbornly protected the array. He wasn’t just internally injured; even his core and meridians had sustained significant damage.

Once this was over, his cultivation would surely decline again.

Nanli’s eyes reddened at the thought.

The little babe, seeing her sadness, stepped onto the wind and gently landed on her shoulder, rubbing against her to comfort her.

It cried out softly, lowering its head.

Nanli didn’t understand its words, but she could guess the meaning.

She gently patted its head and sighed.

"It’s okay. Go now. Return to your mother and the nest."

But the little babe’s crimson eyes locked onto hers, and it lifted its paw again, gesturing urgently.

Nanli tilted her head, puzzled.

"What does that mean?"

The Gloomy Fox explained, "The little babe likes you. It wants you to come back with us."

Nanli shook her head.

"I’m different from you. I cannot go back with you."

The little babe drooped, clearly disappointed.

Nanli gently lifted it off her shoulder, nudging it forward.

"You’re healthy now. Live well with your mother. As for the damage to your nest, I apologize. But I healed your cub—so we’re even, aren’t we?"

The Gloomy Fox narrowed its eyes slightly, gazing at her, then at the little babe.

It calmly sat down, its tail gracefully draped over its paws.

But Nanli noticed something—an undercurrent of old age in its movements.

A bad feeling crept over her.

And sure enough, the Gloomy Fox spoke gravely,

"In another year, I will die."

The other Primordial Mythical Beasts exchanged glances, confused about why their leader was sharing this with the human.

But they said nothing, merely standing guard.

Nanli wasn’t surprised. She simply replied, "Even gods fall one day."

Let alone Primordial Mythical Beasts.

But before its death, the Power of Chaos within its body had to be passed down.

Otherwise, upon its death, the chaotic energy would taint the land, turning a ten-mile radius into a deadly wasteland.

Nanli glanced at the little babe.

"In another year, your cub won’t be strong enough to bear your full Power of Chaos."

It would need to be distributed among the other Primordial Mythical Beasts.

But the Gloomy Fox’s gaze turned sharp.

"I know. That’s why I’ve decided. I’ll split my Power of Chaos—twenty percent to the little babe, and eighty percent to your husband."

Silence.

The other Primordial Mythical Beasts froze, stunned.

Nanli’s expression darkened in disbelief.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Only the little babe bounced joyfully, oblivious to the tension.

The Gloomy Fox stood firm.

"It’s no nonsense. You’ll help me raise my cub."

That was its true intention.

Nanli’s lips twitched.

So it was looking for foster parents?

She pointed at the other Primordial Mythical Beasts.

"Your companions can help raise it. Besides, we’re cultivators. We can’t absorb the Power of Chaos, let alone harness it."

The Gloomy Fox hesitated, uncertain.

But it wasn’t convinced. It stretched out its tail and lightly touched Siheng.

First, it tested him. Then, it sent a stream of its chaotic energy into him.

It lowered its head and whispered, "See? Why wouldn’t it work?"

Nanli watched in horror as the chaotic power flowed into Siheng, likely seeping into his dantian.

"No... impossible..."

She immediately summoned her spiritual energy, sending it into his dantian to investigate.

There, she found only one core—nothing else.

But the chaotic energy had already merged with his core, seeping in without a trace.

Nanli’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding.

Only an Asura Royal Clan could absorb the Power of Chaos!

Ten thousand years ago, an Asura King had absorbed half the Power of Chaos from a Primordial Mythical Beast, becoming an unstoppable force.

Thankfully, that king disliked war and simply guarded the Demon Domain.

Even the Immortal World dared not provoke him.

Thus, for tens of thousands of years, the Nine States enjoyed peace.

But now...

Now, Siheng could absorb the Power of Chaos.

Was he a pure-blooded Asura Royal?

Or, like Yun Yubai, a mixed-blood Asura?

Nanli recoiled, her face pale.

The Gloomy Fox noticed and flicked its tail.

"You didn’t know?"

Nanli remained stunned.

The Gloomy Fox chuckled coldly.

"Of course. You’re only Nascent Soul. Only a Divine Sovereign can discern bloodlines at a glance."

It sniffed her carefully, then smirked.

"Ah, you’re pregnant."

Nanli stiffened, her eyes wide.

The Gloomy Fox continued its brutal honesty,

"His Demon Bone is well-sealed—likely with the help of a powerful master. But your child? Regardless of the bloodline, it’s part demon. It carries the Demon Bone."

But then, a shadow of realization crossed its face.

No, not a demon-immortal hybrid.

But a divine-demon hybrid!

Three of them, no less!

The destruction they could unleash...

The Gloomy Fox’s joking tone vanished, replaced with solemnity.

"In all my years, I’ve never seen a divine-demon hybrid born in the Six Realms."

"So, what will you do?"

"They’re still early in gestation. You can terminate them if you choose."

Instinctively, Nanli placed her hand over her stomach.

Her mind hadn’t decided yet, but her eyes grew sharp.

Within her, the three unborn cubs stirred—angry, fearful.

But they dared not hurt their mother.

Instead, they made a gentle stir, as if to say:

Mother, don’t give up on us!

Nanli felt her heart wrench. Tears welled up.

But the Gloomy Fox pressed on.

"By your cultivation world’s rules, demon-immortal hybrids are abominations, right? That man deceived you, made you carry his child. He’s despicable."

Its fury surged.

With a sweep of its tail, sharp as a blade, it lashed out—intending to end Siheng’s life.

Nanli’s mind was a chaotic mess, but when she saw Siheng in danger, she didn’t hesitate.

She stepped forward, shielding him with her body.

The tip of the tail was already upon her.