BTTH: Bearing Children to get Reward, I'll Create the Strongest Family

After letting Xiao Xun'er experience his powerful spearmanship, Chenfeng left the small world with a relaxed expression.

"Ling Ying."

Chenfeng called into the air.

The void distorted, and Ling Ying's figure appeared in front of Chenfeng.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Chenfeng glanced at Ling Ying, a little jealous of the other party's mysterious stealth methods. 'I have to make him teach me his stealth akillt some other time when I have time.'

"You should be familiar with Xiao Yan from the Xiao family, right?" He asked.

"Xiao Yan?"

When Chenfeng mentioned Xiao Yan, there was a weird glint in Ling Ying's eyes, and he nodded immediately.

After following Xiao Xun'er for so many years, Xiao Yan can be said to be the Xiao family member he is most familiar with.

"Well, there is something I need you to do for me."

Thinking of the ring on Xiao Yan's hand, Chenfeng showed a sneer on his lips.

It was time to take action against Yao Chen!

This plan had been brewing since the day he acquired the Nether Soul Banner, a treasure that specifically restrained soul bodies.

However, he had held back, wary of Yao Chen's formidable strength even in his weakened state.

Now, with the 1-Star Dou Ancestor experience card in hand, Chenfeng's confidence surged. Added to this were his two powerful subordinates: Ling Ying and the Purple Electric Marten, who would shoulder the brunt of the battle.

Most crucially, the Nether Soul Banner gave him the perfect edge for this confrontation.

With these trump cards in his possession, success seemed inevitable.

So he decided it's time to put the plan in motion and capture Yao Chen!

"Master, please instruct me." Ling Ying said respectfully.

"Xiao Yan has a black ring on his hand, infiltrate his room stealthy and get it for me tonight, don't harm Xiao Yan and come back fast."

Chenfeng took out a jade bottle filled with pink powder from his storage ring and handed it to Ling Ying.

"This is Dreamweaver's Incense, use it to make Xiao Yan sleep before acting."

Although Ling Ying was a little confused, he didn't ask any more questions. He respectfully took the jade bottle from Chenfeng's hand and said, "As you command, Master!"

"Oh, that's right!"

Suddenly remembering something, Chenfeng showed a sinister smile and took out an envelope from his storage ring.

"Put this on Xiao Yan's bedside before leaving."

Chenfeng couldn't help but laugh inwardly when he thought of the contents in the envelope.

"Go ahead, take the ring tonight and come find me outside the city." Chenfeng waved his hand.

"Yes, Master!"

Ling Ying nodded, and then the figure slowly disappeared from the room.

"Tonight will be crucial for my future..."

Chenfeng took out the Nether Soul Banner and played with it in his hands.

Whether tonight's operation can succeed depends on this treasure.

...

Late at night, the luminous moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery glow over the Xiao family compound, bathing it in a tranquil serenity.

In one of the rooms, a young man sat cross-legged on his bed, his expression calm and composed, eyes tightly shut. His hands formed intricate, deliberate hand signs just above his abdomen, radiating an air of quiet focus.

With each measured breath, his chest rose and fell in perfect rhythm, creating a seamless cycle of inhalation and exhalation. A faint, almost ethereal white mist flowed softly in and out of his lips, merging with the moonlight as it entered his body. This gentle mist seemed to nourish his very essence, strengthening his bones and invigorating his flesh.

When the young man with his eyes closed practiced, the simple black ring on his finger shone strangely, and then fell stopped...

"Huh..."

The youth was, of course, Xiao yan.

He let out a slow exhale, releasing a breath of turbid air, and his eyes snapped open. A faint white glow flickered across his dark pupils—unrefined Dou Qi that had just been absorbed but not yet processed.

"The Dou Qi I painstakingly cultivated... it's disappearing again! Damn it, I'm such an idiot!"

Sensing the draining energy within his body, Xiao Yan's face twisted in anger. His voice cracked sharply as he cursed his misfortune.

His fists clenched tightly, trembling with frustration. After a while, he sighed bitterly, forcing a wry smile as he pushed himself off the bed.

Stretching his stiff legs and numb ankles, he could feel the fatigue weighing down his body.

With only the strength of a 3-Star Dou Disciple, Xiao Yan lacked the ability to shrug off exhaustion like a true expert.

"Forget it," he muttered, glancing at the darkened sky outside. "No point in wasting more time tonight. I might as well get some sleep..."

Accepting the futility of further practice, he crawled back onto the bed.

Before long, the room was filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of his snores as he drifted into restless slumber.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared outside Xiao Yan's house.

In his sleep, Xiao Yan seemed to smell a special fragrance, frowned, and then fell into a deeper sleep.

The black shadow came to Xiao Yan's bedside and looked at the black ring in Xiao Yan's hand.

"Why did master want to take Xiao Yan's ring? Could there be some mystery behind this ring?"

Thinking of Chenfeng's warning, Ling Ying felt a little wary in his heart.

Ling Ying glanced at Xiao Yan, who had fallen deep asleep, put the envelope that Chenfeng gave him on his desk, and then took off the black ring on his finger.

Glancing at the black ring in his hand, Ling Ying saw nothing unusual, then put it away and quickly left the Xiao family compound.

...

Outside Wu Tan City, Chenfeng waited in a dark grove.

He held the Purple Electric Marten in his arms, which furr glowed with purple fluorescence under the bright moonlight.

In order to successfully suppress Yao Chen, Chenfeng mobilized his entire forces this time.

Thinking of Yao Chen's strength, Chenfeng was still a little nervous.

After all, this old guy is the famous Saint Yao Chen, the teacher of the MC in the original work. Although he has become a remnant soul, his strength cannot be underestimated.

However, Chenfeng looked at the Nether Soul Banner in his hand, which was designed to control the soul body, and felt a little more at ease.

'No matter what your strength was when you were alive, as long as you are now a soul body, you must bow your head in front of this young master's Nether Soul Banner.'

Suddenly, Chenfeng raised his head and looked towards the city gate.

He had already sensed that Ling Ying was approaching Ito his direction fast.

'He should have been successful...' Chenfeng expression became slightly relived.

Since no fight broke out in the city, it means that Ling Ying has successfully obtained the ring on Xiao Yan's hand.

Feeling Ling Ying getting closer and closer to him, Chenfeng's lips unconsciously showed a smile.

Yao Chen probably thought that no one could have possibly discover his existence, so he let Ling Ying take off the ring and take it away.

This old guy has always been very confident in his soul power.

"Master!"

A shadow flickered, and Ling Ying appeared before Chenfeng.

"Where's the ring?" Chenfeng asked impatiently, his tone sharp and eager.

"Here."

Ling Ying stretched out his hand, revealing a simple black ring resting in his palm. Under the pale moonlight, the ring emitted a faint glimmer, appearing to be nothing more than an ordinary trinket.

Who could have imagined that such an unassuming object concealed a formidable soul within?

For three years, Xiao Yan's Dou Qi had been drained without his awareness—all because of this ring.

Chenfeng didn't immediately reach out to take it. Instead, he took a cautious step back, increasing the distance between himself and the artifact.

After positioning himself at what he deemed a safe range, Chenfeng called out sharply, his voice filled with authority:

"Yao Chen, how long do you intend to stay hidden? Do I need to force you out?"

Ling Ying: "???"

Ling Ying blinked, baffled by the scene before him. His gaze darted between the ring in his hand and his master, confusion evident on his face.

Is Master… talking to the ring?

However, his confusion was quickly replaced by shock.

A misty white vapor began to seep from the black ring, swirling gently in the moonlight. Moments later, an illusory figure of an elderly man materialized, floating above the ring.

The sight sent a jolt through Ling Ying, his eyelids twitching as though he'd just witnessed a ghost. Instinctively, he tightened his grip on the ring, resisting the urge to hurl it to the ground in terror.