Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

"Yang Xian! Hang in there a little longer! We'll be there soon!"

Zhou Xiyan bit her lip, tears blurring her vision, and shouted with all her might, "If you can survive! I... I'll have your babies! Lots of big, healthy boys!"

Yang Xian's eyes seemed to light up for a moment.

"yes……"

He turned his eyes and carefully examined Zhou Xiyan's pretty face, which was streaked with tears.

"I never noticed before... but now it seems... Xiyan, you're not bad looking at all, quite pretty."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiyan's face immediately turned bright red.

What time is it, and he's still...

Zhou Xiyan is indeed the type that is more mature and dignified.

With her delicate and refined features, she possesses both the gentleness of a girl next door and the aloofness of a high-class beauty. She has the face of a virtuous wife and looks like she would take good care of her family.

Most importantly... he is truly exceptionally broad-minded.

No matter how many children you have, you should never lack milk.

"arrive!"

Finally, the two returned to the depths of Shattered Shadow Valley. Zhou Xiyan carried Yang Xian and rushed straight into a cave filled with a chilling aura.

In the center of the cave is a pool of water with wisps of white steam rising from it.

Zhou Xiyan carefully placed Yang Xian into the pool.

"This is the Cold Jade Spirit Spring. The spring water contains pure spiritual energy, which can help stabilize your injuries and nourish your meridians."

The pool water was icy cold.

As soon as he entered the water, Yang Xian felt a gentle energy seep into his body through his pores.

Just as Zhou Xiyan was about to back away, Yang Xian grabbed her small hand.

"Actually... I have a faster way."

Zhou Xiyan was taken aback: "What method?"

Yang Xian looked at her, his eyes more serious than ever before: "Do you still remember the pill I gave you back then?"

Zhou Xiyan's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be... you have more?"

Yang Xian shook his head: "No... I only have one of those divine pills."

Zhou Xiyan: "..."

What time is it?!

You still have the nerve to joke around here!

"But I have other things to heal."

As he spoke, a flower appeared out of thin air in Yang Xian's other hand.

It was an eerie red bud, about to bloom, an unopened spider lily, also known as the red spider lily.

Yang Xian handed the flowers to her:

"It is said that...this is a magical flower."

"It needs to be nurtured with the most sincere love in the world in order to bloom."

"If you give it to your beloved when it blooms, it will unleash a miraculous power that can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded."

After saying this, Yang Xian's head suddenly tilted to the side, and the hand that was holding her fell limply down. He completely "fainted".

This flower was a little gadget he had just redeemed from the system using some points; its only function was to detect the target's level of affection for him.

It will bloom as long as the level of affection is reached.

As for the idea of ​​bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bones, that's pure nonsense.

But now, this flower is his last weapon to break down Zhou Xiyan's defenses.

"Yang Xian!"

"Yang Xian! Wake up!"

Zhou Xiyan called out twice more, but the man in her arms did not respond at all; his breath was so weak that it seemed as if he would stop breathing at any moment.

Her gaze finally settled on the strange red flower bud in her hand.

Now, only this can save Yang Xian.

"Nurture it with the most sincere love..."

Zhou Xiyan muttered to herself, her eyes filled with confusion.

"But... what should I do!"

Love?

What is love?

She gripped the flower tightly, closed her eyes, and the scene from today began to uncontrollably replay in her mind.

He shattered the cage that imprisoned him with a single palm strike and left the Heavenly Alliance with himself.

They even solemnly changed "Lonely Demon Alliance" to "Heaven and Earth as One Family, Great Love Alliance," which made her both angry and amused.

In the dark secret passage, his warm hand reached out.

And then there was that resolute figure as he faced the Heavenly Net Demon-Slaying Formation alone to save his sisters.

And just now, with his last bit of strength, he said to himself... "happy Yan, you're not bad looking, you're quite pretty."

Scenes flashed by, and a complex mix of emotions surged within her—gratitude, worry, heartache—ultimately coalescing into an unprecedented, burning passion.

"I...can't lose him!"

Zhou Xiyan lowered her head, facing the flower bud in her hand, and prayed with all her might.

Please...

Please...

Save him...

Just then, the flower bud in her hand suddenly emitted a faint red light.

Then, the tightly closed petals began to slowly unfold, one by one.

A strange fragrance permeated the cave, and the entire pool of Cold Jade Spirit Spring seemed to be infected by this warmth.

The red spider lilies are in bloom.

Zhou Xiyan's tears flowed again. Trembling, she gently placed the fully bloomed spider lily into Yang Xian's hand.

"Yang Xian, the red spider lilies are blooming..."

"Can you feel my love...?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a miracle happened.

Yang Xian's pale face instantly regained color, and his breathing, which was so weak it was almost inaudible, became steady and strong.

His "injuries" are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, Yang Xian opened his eyes in a daze.

"I...I'm not dead?"

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhou Xiyan covering her mouth and crying silently.

The girl's long, waist-length blue hair was now wet and clung to her cheeks and neck, with a few strands playfully sticking to her full lips.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and glistening tears clung to her long eyelashes. Her beautiful face was filled with relief and joy.

Because she had just carried Yang Xian into the pool, her clothes were completely soaked and clung tightly to her body, outlining her graceful and voluptuous curves.

"Yang Xian...you're finally awake."

Zhou Xiyan could no longer contain herself and threw herself at Yang Xian, hugging him tightly. "Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Yang Xian felt the warm, soft body in his arms, and then spoke in a serious tone.

"have!"

"I have a wound that hasn't healed and is still swollen."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiyan instantly understood the meaning behind his words and swiftly released her grip.

"You...you scoundrel!"

"Then you can continue to heal here. I'll head back now."

She was both ashamed and angry, and turned to get out of the pool.

But Yang Xian wasn't about to let her get away so easily. He reached out and grabbed the girl's slender wrist.

Caught off guard, Zhou Xiyan cried out in surprise and was pulled back, falling into Yang Xian's arms.

"Splash—!"

Water splashed everywhere.

"happy Yan".

Yang Xian hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her fragrant shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

"I remember you just said you were going to give me lots of big, healthy sons, right?"

"without……"

Zhou Xiyan instinctively wanted to deny it, but the words wouldn't come out. "No...that's right..."

She buried her face in her arms, not daring to look at Yang Xian: "But...but you've only just recovered from your injury, can't we...can't we do it another day..."

"But I need you to heal my wounds."

Yang Xian paused, then whispered in Zhou Xiyan's burning ear in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"By the way, I'll teach you how to grow flowers..."

"Love alone is not enough..."

"To grow flowers... you need to loosen the soil first, then water them frequently, and fertilize them often..."