What? Triplets for the Qian Family, with Its Single Heir in Every Generation?

His cheat had finally arrived.

Qian Renchuan shuddered, then lit up with joy.

A moment later, he quickly grasped exactly how the system worked.

He could bind himself to anyone, making them his bonded partner.

From then on, whenever they made progress in their cultivation, he would receive tenfold returns.

Once he understood it all,

Qian Renchuan could only marvel inwardly.

The two beside him had both become gods in their previous lives.

They were surefire investments.

Especially now, with their complete cultivation experience and heaven-defying luck already at their disposal.

If he could bind those two to himself, why bother competing?

He could lie around sleeping every day.

His cultivation would still shoot up like a rocket.

Bind.

He gave the command silently.

The next moment,

the binding process finished without a single visual effect.

[Ding—]

[Congratulations, host! Binding successful!]

Just then, however, urgent voices suddenly rang out from outside, occasionally mingled with the maids' panicked cries.

"Quick! The Saintess is giving birth!"

"Get hot water! Hurry, go urge the healing-type Soul Masters to come!"

"And the midwife..."

Qian Renchuan froze.

She's giving birth?

Already?

Immediately afterward,

before he could fully collect himself,

intense pressure suddenly bore down on him from every direction.

The warmth around him churned violently, producing a force that pushed him straight toward a narrow passage.

He realized at once.

I'm coming out.

I can't fall behind.

Qian Renchuan reacted swiftly.

If Qian Renxue or Huo Yuhao gets out first, won't I end up being the younger brother?

Spirit Hall.

A steady drizzle fell.

The sky was dim.

"Waaah—"

"Waaah—"

"Waaah—"

Three successive cries pierced the sky.

The next moment, someone forcefully pushed open the delivery room door from inside.

A maid in white robes stumbled out, her forehead covered in sweat.

She even forgot all decorum, shouting to everyone waiting in the long corridor the moment she emerged.

"Your Holiness, Grand Priest, honored elders!"

"The Saintess has given birth!"

"Two boys and a girl! Triplets!"

At those words,

Qian Xunji, Qian Daoliu, and all the elders and priests waiting outside were dumbstruck.

What?

Triplets?

Qian Xunji went utterly rigid, his mind blank.

Then an overwhelming surge of incredulous joy made him throw back his head and laugh.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

"Triplets! Hahahaha!"

"Our Qian Family has had only a single heir in every generation, with so few descendants."

"To think that in my generation, our family would finally flourish—with three children at once!"

The surrounding elders snapped out of their daze and stepped forward to offer their congratulations.

"Your Holiness, what wonderful news!"

"In all my years, this is the first time I've ever seen the Qian Family have three children in a single birth!"

"This proves that Spirit Hall's fortunes are flourishing! We will surely dominate the entire continent!"

"Heaven blesses Spirit Hall! Heaven blesses the Qian Family!"

"Your Holiness is truly blessed beyond measure!"

Then, led by the maid, Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu strode into the delivery room.

Inside the delivery room,

steam rose through the air.

The smell of blood mingled with incense.

Bibi Dong lay quietly on the bed, her face drained of all color.

Sweat drenched her exquisitely beautiful face, and a few strands of purple hair clung to her cheeks. The usually lofty Saintess was now so weak that even her breathing was barely perceptible.

Her eyes were tightly shut.

Her brows were furrowed.

Only her long lashes still trembled faintly.

Overwhelmed by exhaustion and pain, she had already lost consciousness.

Looking at the woman on the bed,

Qian Xunji let his gaze linger for two seconds.

There was little concern for his wife in his eyes.

Instead, they revealed the satisfaction of a task accomplished, along with an imperious desire for control.

To him,

keeping this woman by his side

and making her bear the Qian Family's bloodline was his finest masterpiece.

Only then did he turn toward the three swaddled infants lying side by side on a soft cushion.

Qian Daoliu was also staring at the three infants, his eyes shining.

The maid hurried forward.

Pointing to the bundle on the far left, she reported,

"Your Holiness, this is the eldest, a boy. He came out first, and he's very strong."

Beaming, Qian Xunji picked up the bundle on the far left.

Inside his swaddling, Qian Renchuan opened his eyes and found himself looking straight at Qian Xunji's handsome yet somewhat sinister face.

So this is Qian Xunji?

The notorious Pope of Spirit Hall from the original story.

The man who committed that atrocity in the secret chamber, insisting he had only done it to keep Bibi Dong.

Yet he was the Pope of Spirit Hall.

He had countless ways to make Bibi Dong stay.

But he chose the most depraved, most extreme one.

In the end, this bastard just lusted after his disciple's body, but insisted on finding a high-minded excuse.

Meanwhile, Qian Xunji turned toward Qian Daoliu with Qian Renchuan in his arms.

"Father, please bestow a name upon this child."

Seeing Qian Renchuan's bright eyes,

Qian Daoliu stroked his beard and smiled in satisfaction.

"This child has bright eyes, and he neither cries nor fusses. He has the backbone of a Qian Family man."

"Our family's current generational character is 'Ren.' Since he is the eldest son, let us call him Qian Renchuan."

"May he flow unceasingly like a mighty river, carrying on the glory of our Angel Clan."

Qian Xunji repeated it under his breath.

"Qian Renchuan."

"A mighty river, flowing without end. A fine name."

After handing Qian Renchuan to the maid beside him, he picked up the slightly smaller bundle in the middle.

"Your Holiness, this is the second child, a girl."

The maid quickly supplied the information.

Naturally, this was Qian Renxue.

Within her swaddling, Qian Renxue opened her eyes as well.

Looking at her father before her, Qian Renxue was overcome with complicated emotions.

Father...

In my previous life, I spent so long mourning you, always missing you.

I hated Mother. I thought she was heartless, that she had disregarded your bond as husband and wife, that she had destroyed our family.

Only at the very end did I understand how much she had suffered, and what a monstrous thing you had done to her!

You ruined her life.

And indirectly ruined mine.

Now that I see you again, I don't even know whether to hate you or pity you...

Qian Renchuan heard Qian Renxue's inner voice, filled with endless conflict and turmoil.

It was clear from this

that Qian Renxue's feelings toward her father at that moment were truly complicated.

Qian Xunji, of course, could hear none of it. Still smiling, he turned to Qian Daoliu.

"Father, this little girl takes after her mother. She will surely be a peerless beauty someday. As for her name..."

Qian Daoliu looked at the baby girl and considered for a moment.

"As a girl, she should be pure as ice and snow. Let us call her Qian Renxue."

Qian Xunji handed Qian Renxue to the maid as well, then rubbed his hands together before picking up the third bundle on the far right, his face glowing.

"Father, please choose a name for this third child as well."

Qian Daoliu approached.

He studied the youngest.

"Since the eldest is called Renchuan, let us call the third Qian Renhao. May his noble spirit endure forever, befitting Spirit Hall's illustrious name."

Yet something unexpected happened.

The moment he finished speaking,

the previously quiet youngest child suddenly burst into heartrending wails.

"Waaah..."

"Waaah, waaah, waaah, waaah, waaah..."