Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

When the white figure of the Antarctic Immortal disappeared into the spatial rift, the farce of the Netherworld Blood Sea finally came to an end.

Lin Dasheng, Lin Huang, and Lin Sa, the three mischievous kids, looked at the empty sea of ​​blood and pouted with lingering dissatisfaction.

"This is so boring, it runs way too fast." Lin Dasheng shrunk the golden cudgel and put it back into his ear.

"Exactly, I haven't even had a chance to look at my bald head in the mirror yet," Lin Huang said, looking equally disappointed.

Meanwhile, the Styx Ancestor, all smiles, eagerly approached.

"My three little darlings, you've worked so hard! You've worked so hard!"

He first showered the three mischievous children with praise, then carefully held the [Nine Nether Soul Gathering Banner], tore through space, and rushed back to the Pangu Palace as quickly as possible.

At this moment, the backyard of the Pangu Temple was still filled with laughter and joy.

The spectacular "streaking show" in the water mirror made Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and the other ancestral witches laugh so hard they almost cried.

"Thirteenth Brother, that was a really wicked move! Hahaha! That old bastard Yuanshi's face has been completely humiliated this time!" Zhu Rong laughed wildly while taking a big gulp of wine.

Just then, the figure of the Styx Ancestor appeared in the center of the courtyard.

As soon as he landed, he executed a perfectly executed 0.3-second sliding kneel with practiced ease, raising the [Nine Nether Soul Gathering Banner] high with both hands, and shouted in an extremely fawning and fanatical tone:

"Reporting to Your Majesty! I, Xiao Ming, have successfully received the 'package' sent by the Chan Sect!"

"Please inspect the goods, Lord!"

His sycophantic manner caused everyone present to burst into laughter again.

Lin Xuan lay on the rocking chair, too lazy to even lift his eyelids, and simply waved his hand casually.

The supreme innate spiritual treasure, which was enough to drive even a Great Luo Golden Immortal mad, flew automatically into his hand.

He held it in his hand and weighed it as if it were an ordinary fire poker.

The next moment, Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Tsk, that old bastard Yuanshi is quite dishonest."

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of perfected spatial law drilled directly into the deepest part of the [Nine Nether Soul Gathering Banner].

The banner suddenly trembled.

A jade restriction hidden in the core was forcibly pulled out.

The restriction tried to retaliate along the causal path, but it was instantly burned by the purple karmic fire rising from Lin Xuan's palm, exploding into a wisp of black smoke.

From the direction of Kunlun Mountain, a muffled sound of laws breaking could be faintly heard.

Lin Xuan was too lazy to look at it any further, so he casually used the laws of creation to comb through the messy resentment in the banner.

"It's clean now."

"Hmm, it's alright, but the malevolent energy is a bit too strong. I'll have Duobao rework it later and make it a new toy for my Sa'er. It should be good for warding off ghosts."

Lin Xuan's casual remark directly determined the final fate of this treasure of the Chan Sect.

He casually tossed the banner to Lin Sa, who was munching on a plate of fairy fruit. The little girl caught it, waved it curiously, and discovered that it could stir up a small gust of yin wind. She immediately giggled with delight.

After dealing with the spoils of war, Lin Xuan looked at the Styx Ancestor who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Alright, Xiao Ming, you did a good job this time."

He took out a jade bottle from his storage space and casually tossed it over.

"Here are ten Nine-Turn Golden Pills, a reward for you. Next time something like this happens, remember to let me know immediately."

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord! Rest assured, my lord! From now on, if anyone dares to come to the Blood Sea, I, Xiao Ming, will capture them immediately!"

The Styx Ancestor accepted the jade bottle as if it were a priceless treasure. He was so excited that he trembled all over. He kowtowed three more times before finally retreating, satisfied.

A conspiracy meticulously planned by a sage was easily resolved by Lin Xuan amidst laughter and joy, and he even made a fortune in the process.

……

As night fell, the noise at the Pangu Temple gradually subsided.

The Rakshasa was lounging lazily on a soft couch covered with thick white fox fur, enjoying a massage from her maid.

Since marrying Lin Xuan, she has lived a more comfortable life than ever before.

She no longer had to worry about her father's meager family fortune being coveted by the witch clan or the saints. Moreover, she had become one of the rightful mistresses of the Pangu Palace, enjoying a prestigious status and abundant resources.

She even felt that being "forcibly taken" back to Pangu Palace by Lin Xuan was the best decision she had ever made in her life.

Just as she was reminiscing about the comical appearance of the Antarctic Immortal in the water mirror today, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

Suddenly, she felt a very slight yet incredibly clear warm throbbing in her abdomen.

"Um?"

The Rakshasa woman's smile froze slightly, and she subconsciously placed her hand on her flat stomach.

The throbbing sensation wasn't like the violent, conflicting feeling she had when she was pregnant with her first child, Lin Sa. Instead, it felt like a gentle, vibrant current of life, slowly swirling within her womb.

One, two...

The rhythm became clearer and more powerful.

She could sense that a tiny life was conveying its imminent arrival to her in an extremely calm and gentle way.

A hint of surprise flashed across the Rakshasa woman's face, but it was quickly replaced by boundless joy and maternal tenderness.

She took a deep breath, feeling the increasingly strong pulse of life, and a happy smile spread across her face.

She gently stroked her lower abdomen, and in a voice only she could hear, filled with anticipation and tenderness, she whispered:

"My husband..."