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

"Nine Realms Demons?"

Yang Xian's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but repeat, "Then wouldn't our South Sea City be in great danger?"

That's no joke.

An expert at the eighth level is capable of guarding a city.

The Nine Realms... represent the supreme combat power capable of protecting the safety of a nation.

Conversely, a ninth-realm demon also possesses the terrifying power to destroy a country.

If a monster of that caliber were to actually descend upon Earth, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Perhaps only the legendary Nine Realms Martial God could possibly contend with it.

Seeing his nervous expression, Jiang Mengyun shook her head instead.

"Don't worry, the spatial rift outside G District is very unstable, and the strength of the passage is limited."

"The more powerful the life form, the greater the resistance it encounters when traversing, and the more likely it is to cause the rift to collapse directly."

"As things stand, it's simply impossible to withstand the arrival of a Ninth-Realm life form."

"That makes sense." Yang Xiancai breathed a sigh of relief.

To the world of monsters, Blue Star is like a secluded little secret realm, inaccessible to life forms of excessively high level.

"Besides," Jiang Mengyun leaned back on the sofa, "if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. There are the high-ranking officials of Nanhai City, and there are the martial gods of our country. What are you worrying about!"

That's true.

But the rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen.

This deep-rooted sense of national and familial responsibility determines that Chinese people are naturally inclined to discuss world affairs.

"I'm not concerned with world affairs."

Yang Xian grabbed Jiang Mengyun's mischievous little hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it gently. "What I'm worried about is, if a Ninth Realm demon really breaks in, you won't be able to see such a handsome husband like me anymore."

"You're so annoying!" Jiang Mengyun slapped his hand away, giving him a playful glare. "All you ever do is go out and find other women. Who wants to see you anyway!"

That's what she said, but the smile in her eyes was impossible to hide.

The two playfully wrestled on the sofa for a few minutes until Yang Xian pulled her back into his arms, at which point the atmosphere in the living room became warm and peaceful again.

Yang Xian held the soft body in his arms and whispered, "Mengyun, I want to see our baby."

Jiang Mengyun's body trembled slightly, then she nodded obediently.

"Um."

Yang Xian carefully helped her lie down on the sofa.

Jiang Mengyun's gaze remained fixed on his face, with a hint of maternal tenderness, as she slowly lifted her shirt.

Her flat belly was already slightly bulging, though not very noticeable yet, but it was nurturing a new life.

The baby is already three and a half months old, and the situation is similar to that of Luo Bingyan.

Although Yang Xian has been spending a lot of time with other women lately and seems overwhelmed, he still makes time to take care of Luo Bingyan whenever he has a spare moment.

Yang Xian reached out and gently placed his hand on that warm skin, feeling the faint yet tenacious pulse of life.

"Do you think... he can hear me now?" Yang Xian asked softly.

"The doctor said it's too early, but..." Jiang Mengyun pulled his hand over and placed his entire palm on her lower abdomen, "He will definitely be able to feel his father's presence."

Yang Xian leaned down and pressed his ear against it, as if he could really hear a heartbeat.

Just then, Jiang Mengyun suddenly grabbed his hand, her eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.

"Yang Xian, do you remember what I said when we got our marriage certificate?"

"It's been so long since we last met, shouldn't you... start fulfilling your duties as a husband?"

Jiang Mengyun's voice was soft, carrying a hint of suggestion and seduction.

She paused, then blushed and added a sentence.

"The doctor said... in the second trimester, if you're gentle, it'll be fine..."

After listening, Yang Xian was taken aback, but immediately understood what she meant: "Now? On the sofa?"

He glanced at the bedroom door almost instinctively.

Nan Shu Nian, that salted fish, is still playing games inside!

Jiang Mengyun gave a light snort: "Isn't there someone else in your room? Anyway, there's no one here, so I don't care where I am."

The girl's fingers gently traced Yang Xian's chest, her gaze growing increasingly bold.

"What? Or... have you already been drained dry by those women outside? And you're too scared to come?"

"How is that possible!" Yang Xian felt his male dignity had been challenged.

Who can bear this?

A real man can't say no!

"Don't underestimate your man!"

Yang Xian could no longer restrain himself. He turned over and gently pressed Jiang Mengyun down beneath him, followed by a burning kiss.

The temperature in the living room seemed to rise several degrees in an instant.

Just as his hands began to age, just as the atmosphere was about to reach its climax—

"Knock knock!"

A sudden knock on the door shattered the atmosphere in the room.

Yang Xian froze abruptly, and Jiang Mengyun also stopped responding.

The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.

"Why now of all times?" Jiang Mengyun shoved Yang Xian in annoyance. "Honey, it's not... another girl coming to see you, is it?"

Uh……

It's safe to say the probability is very high.

Yang Xian silently complained in his heart, but kept a straight face and coughed lightly.

He got up from Jiang Mengyun and helped her straighten her clothes: "Let's do it tonight. I'll make it up to you slowly tonight. I'll go open the door now..."

"Knock knock!"

There were two more knocks on the door.

"They're here!"

Yang Xian responded, walked quickly to the door, and turned the doorknob.

As soon as the door opened, two familiar figures appeared outside.

Xia Ming, and Xu Huanhuan.

"Yang Xian! I brought you a cake! It's a brand new one I made myself!"

Xia Ming had a bright smile on his face, and he was holding a pretty cake box in his hand.

Before she finished speaking, she excitedly opened her arms and gave Yang Xian a tight hug.

However, the next second, her gaze went past Yang Xian's shoulder and landed on the sofa in the living room, where Jiang Mengyun was slowly adjusting her collar.

Xia Ming's smile froze instantly.

He froze on the spot, completely petrified.

That feeling...

It's like a mistress sneaking into someone's house and getting caught red-handed by the empress.

On the sofa, Jiang Mengyun slowly stood up, crossed her arms, and looked at the two people at the door with a half-smile.

"Senior Xia Ming, so you're also a student at Chengwu University."

"Judging from your expression, you seem to have a... good relationship with Yang Xian?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Ming jolted, releasing Yang Xian's arm as if electrocuted, and took two steps back.

In order not to cause trouble for Yang Xian, she waved her hands frantically, her cheeks flushed red:

"Jiang... Jiang Mengyun!"

"No...it's not what you think!"

"Yang Xian and I are just ordinary friends!"

P.S.: Happy New Year everyone!

I rushed out a chapter today and posted it immediately.

Thank you all for the gifts. I've been so embarrassed to post for the past few days.