The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 932: A Parent’s Love is Far-Reaching

Gloomy Fox lowered its tail and sighed helplessly. "He harmed you, so why are you still protecting him?"

Nanli’s expression gradually hardened with determination.

She glanced at Siheng, then reached out to hold his hand, interlocking their fingers tightly.

"I trust him. He must have been unaware."

"We are husband and wife—we should support each other through hardship and stand together in adversity."

Though Gloomy Fox had already gotten a sense of her temperament, it was still slightly taken aback by her resolve.

Whatever lingering doubts it had were now completely dispelled.

It nudged little babe toward her.

"Then take care of my cub as well. One more won’t make a difference," Gloomy Fox said. "It has inherited a trace of your divine power. With proper cultivation, it could form an inner core and might even ascend to become a divine beast someday."

Little babe stood between them, reluctant to part with its mother.

It lingered, looking back repeatedly.

Gloomy Fox let out a long, commanding roar.

Little babe’s spirit dimmed. Finally, it could only lower its head and approach Nanli.

Nanli’s mouth twitched slightly.

"You’re not exactly polite, are you?"

Gloomy Fox responded calmly, "A mother must pave the way for her young. If you were me, wouldn’t you do the same?"

Nanli didn’t deny it.

But the power of chaos...

It gave her pause.

Siheng’s inner seals were far more intricate than she had imagined. If not for today’s incident, she might never have known.

First Yun Yubai, and now Siheng.

Thinking back to the respectful way the Grand Protector had bowed to him, Nanli could only assume that the man knew the truth about Siheng.

But what was the Demon Clan Asura truly scheming?

For now, she couldn’t untangle it.

And if Siheng were to learn he was a immortal-demon hybrid, would he be able to accept it?

Nanli fell into deep thought, uncertain of what to do.

Meanwhile, Siheng’s brow twitched—he was beginning to wake.

Nanli quickly collected her thoughts.

"Siheng, you’re awake!"

When his eyes fluttered open, Nanli greeted him with a gentle smile.

But Siheng could sense the forced cheerfulness behind her expression.

His heart lurched.

He sat up swiftly, gripping Nanli’s shoulders.

"What’s wrong? Are you hurt?"

Then his gaze swept around—he saw the massive forms of the Primordial Mythical Beasts encircling them, eyes glinting with sharp watchfulness.

His heart sank heavily.

Despite his severe injuries, he forced himself to stand.

Sky-Tearing Sword in hand, he was ready to fight to the death.

"You won’t lay a finger on A’Li!"

Seeing his stance, Gloomy Fox hurried to speak. "Hey, hey, don’t be rash! We didn’t bully her!"

But how could Siheng believe that?

"If you didn’t bully her, why are her eyes red?"

"It wasn’t me—or, well, it was, but not really... I just told her you’re a immortal-demon hybrid," Gloomy Fox muttered.

Siheng froze.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"What nonsense is this?" he growled through clenched teeth.

On the surface, he tried to remain calm, but his trembling hands betrayed him.

Panic surged in his chest.

His first instinct was to look at Nanli.

Seeing no shock nor disgust in her expression, Siheng understood.

So it was true.

A’Li already knew.

But she didn’t reject him.

Siheng exhaled in relief.

As long as her heart hadn’t changed, nothing else mattered.

"A’Li, is it true?" Siheng’s voice was calm now, though an undercurrent of tension ran beneath it.

Nanli had no idea what storms he had already weathered internally.

Seeing that he wasn’t reacting strongly, she cautiously nodded.

"It should be true. Your inner core can absorb the power of chaos."

Siheng frowned slightly but soon relaxed.

He nodded faintly. "I understand."

Gloomy Fox, however, was stunned.

This guy’s mental strength is insane. He accepted it this quickly?

Did he already know?

But Nanli was quicker to speak.

"How are you so calm? You’re even calmer than Master Yun."

Back then, Yun Yubai had been devastated.

Siheng sheathed the Sky-Tearing Sword and approached her.

His stance softened, his expression turning vulnerable.

He reached out to touch Nanli but hesitated, pulling his hand back. His voice trembled.

"No... how could I be calm? I’m a immortal-demon hybrid. You must despise me."

"A’Li, with my identity and bloodline, I don’t even dare touch you now..."

"I truly didn’t know. But if you hate me, resent me, I understand. Just... don’t take it out on the children."

He was already stunningly handsome, but now, with his reddened eyes and soft voice, he looked heartbreakingly fragile.

Who could bear to scold him?

Even Gloomy Fox felt guilty, thinking it had wrongly accused him. It wanted Nanli to hurry up and comfort him.

But Nanli only rolled her eyes.

"What are you acting for? If you can speak this much, it means you’re not that badly hurt."

Siheng coughed lightly, pressing his hand to his chest. "No, I’m really in pain."

Still maintaining that pitiful, weak facade.

Nanli could hardly stand it.

"Don’t you dare cry. If you do, I won’t talk to you for the rest of the day."

Siheng froze.

The tear at the corner of his eye was about to fall, but he quickly wiped it away.

If she ignored him for even an hour, it would feel like torture—let alone an entire day.

He pouted and sighed helplessly.

"A’Li, don’t be so heartless."

Even though Nanli had clearly made up her mind, Siheng still fixed his gaze on her, longing for her to say it outright.

But Nanli didn’t realize his inner turmoil.

"We are husband and wife. You are the father of my children. I won’t reject or despise you. Don’t worry."

Upon hearing these words, Siheng’s heart settled.

He was deeply moved, his heart softening. He immediately stepped forward, pulling Nanli into his embrace. His throat tightened, and his voice carried a hint of choked emotion. "A’Li, I understand. Thank you."

Nothing else mattered to him—as long as she was by his side.

The Primordial Mythical Beasts couldn’t stand their clinging display. They twisted their massive bodies, turning their heads away as if nauseated.

"Humans... how disgusting can they be?"

Even Gloomy Fox couldn’t bear the sight. It hurriedly used its tail to separate the two of them.

"If you’ve agreed to raise my cub, then there’s no time to waste. I’ll pass the power of chaos to you now!"

Siheng glanced at Nanli.

Nanli frowned. "I never agreed."

Gloomy Fox replied, "But you didn’t refuse, did you? That’s the same as agreeing! Look how much little babe likes you."

Little babe had been standing by her feet the whole time, its small, furry body wagging its tail energetically. Its tiny behind wiggled so hard it seemed it might twist into a knot.

Nanli sighed. The cub had absorbed a trace of her power. If it could one day cultivate and become a divine beast, her efforts would not be in vain.

She picked up little babe and briefly explained the situation to Siheng.

Receiving the power of chaos was no trivial matter. She couldn’t decide on his behalf.

Siheng’s gaze darkened, his brows knitting as he pondered the situation.

Soon, his eyes firmed with resolve. He took a step forward. "Alright. But with my current immortal body, I can’t withstand eighty percent of the power of chaos."

Gloomy Fox realized he was unwilling to take unnecessary risks. It was about to suggest passing the remaining power to others when Siheng continued, "Two parts to your cub, five to me, and three to my child."

Nanli was momentarily stunned. She had intended to object but reconsidered. Their three unborn children carried the blood of the Asura Royal Clan. This plan was viable.

Yet she still voiced concern. "Even if they can endure the power of chaos, they’re so young. I’m afraid they won’t be able to control such strength."

Siheng said calmly, "Their fate depends on us. Their future won’t be easy. Having the power of chaos to shield them may not be a bad thing."

Though he’d only been awake for two days, too much had already happened. The complexities weighed heavily on him.

He didn’t know why he was born a hybrid of immortal and demon, but he understood one truth: with such a bloodline, lacking power would only make them targets.

He could protect his child today—but what about tomorrow?

If his children could wield even a fragment of the power of chaos, they would at least have the means to defend themselves. It would also lessen Nanli’s burdens—a win-win.

However, Siheng still respected her decision. "What do you think?"

Nanli gently rested her hand on her slightly rounded belly. "Then let’s do it."

Since learning of Siheng’s bloodline, she’d been thinking of ways to ensure their children’s safety.

Gloomy Fox added, "You think a lot for your children. I just hope that after gaining my power of chaos, you’ll treat my little babe well."

"We will," Siheng promised.

Hearing his assurance, Gloomy Fox let out a long howl.

The surrounding Primordial Mythical Beasts knelt on one knee, bowing to their leader. Then they backed away, forming a circle to protect the ritual.

Gloomy Fox was in no rush.

It extended all nine of its tails. Then, with a decisive motion, it severed eight of them with a single strike!

Fresh blood splattered.

The agony of losing its tails was unbearable. Gloomy Fox collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.

Little babe howled and rushed over.

Nanli was shocked. "What are you doing?!"

"Only while I’m alive can my tails and fur be woven into the world’s strongest armor," Gloomy Fox said weakly, blood seeping from its mouth.

Once it passed on the power of chaos, its fur would lose its luster and strength, and its bones would turn to brittle stone.

Nanli’s eyes reddened. "You didn’t have to do this. We already promised to raise your cub with care."

Gloomy Fox lay there, its voice weak but resolute. "I know you keep your word. But I also know your path ahead will be difficult. This is the least I can do to help you."

It had lived for countless years without a companion, never understanding the bond between male and female.

An immortal-demon hybrid was already an abomination in the eyes of the heavens. What would happen if a god-demon hybrid was born? Would it immediately attract divine punishment?

It added, "After I die, my two horns will remain. Use them. They can be forged into divine weapons, perhaps even artifacts."

Nanli was moved, her hands trembling slightly. She gently stroked the fur on its head. "Thank you."

Gloomy Fox shook its head.

No. It should be thanking them.

Thank you for saving little babe.

Otherwise, it would never have seen its cub so full of life.

But as a proud Primordial Mythical Beast, it could never voice such sentiments.

Instead, it silently wrapped its remaining tail around itself, the power of chaos already condensing within.