Douluo V: I was reborn as a snake. It makes sense to have many children and more blessings.

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning gently opened the gap in the curtains like a thread and quietly sprinkled into the hotel's luxurious suite.

Every corner of the room was bathed in the soft morning light, and even the air was filled with the scent of freshness and hope.

Bai Jing sat beside the bed, her bright eyes gleaming with determination. She clenched her hands tightly, as if she was holding her own destiny and her future with Nalan Xiong.

She knew that this was a crucial conversation and once she started, she couldn't give up easily.

"Brother Xiong, you really have to listen to me on this matter." Bai Jing's voice was soft and firm, as if carrying an unquestionable power. She looked at Nalan Xiong, her deep eyes full of love and expectation.

"I know you love me, but I also understand the responsibilities and burdens you bear. If you really become the leader, how can you not have descendants to inherit your legacy?"

Nalan Xiong was sitting on the edge of the bed. After hearing Bai Jing's words, an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

He opened his mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by something, making him unable to make a sound. He looked at Bai Jing, her bright eyes filled with complex emotions, including emotion, struggle, and helplessness.

"Jing'er..." Nalan Xiong finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"I know what you mean, but this matter...is not that simple." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"As you know, our family and sect have strict rules and traditions. If I become the sect leader, I will need someone to inherit my position. But...but that person doesn't necessarily have to be our child."

When Bai Jing heard this, her heart tightened. She understood Nalan Xiong's concerns and struggles, but she also knew her own determination and reasons.

She stood up, walked to Nalan Xiong, gently held his hand, and said, "Brother Xiong, if that's the case, just promise me."

Nalan Xiong was deeply touched by Bai Jing's words. He felt the warmth of her palms and the firmness and expectation in her words. A warm current surged in his heart, making him unable to refuse this deep affection.

"Jing'er, you are right. I will consider our future. This matter...I promise you."

After some hesitation, Nalan Xiong agreed to take a concubine.

One of the reasons was that Bai Jing took the initiative to propose it, and the other was that the two had been married for quite some time, but not having children was not something they intended to do.

This issue is also the one most often raised by those who persuade Nalan Xiong to take a concubine. After all, Nalan Xiong's own martial spirit, the Gale Sword, is a rare positively mutated martial spirit. If it can be passed on to the next generation, the family will not have to worry about the problem of no successors for a long time in the future.

The moment Nalan Xiong nodded and agreed to take a concubine, Bai Jing seemed to hear the sound of her own heartbeat, a relaxing melody from extreme tension to instant release.

The huge rock in her heart seemed to be pushed away by a huge force, falling to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust, and finally making her feel the long-lost relief.

This relaxation made the tension and anxiety on her face gradually dissipate, and was replaced by a faint sense of relief.

The guilt was like mist blown away by the wind. Although it had not completely dissipated, it was no longer as heavy as before.

After adjusting her emotions, Bai Jing took a deep breath to make herself look calmer. She looked at Nalan Xiong, her deep eyes revealing determination and tenderness.

Nalan Xiong looked at her, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He understood that Bai Jing had given too much for him and for this family.

He gently held her hand, his voice low and firm: "I agree, but you must know that you will always be my first wife, and you will always have a place in my heart."

After saying this, he stood up, like an unshakable mountain, full of fortitude and determination. There was a firm light flashing in his eyes, as if he had foreseen the road ahead and would never back down even if it was full of thorns.

He slowly left the luxuriously decorated hotel, each step he took was powerful and resounding, as if telling of his determination.

Yesterday, he agreed to Xue Qinghe's request. Nalan Xiong knew very well that this was not just a task, but also a responsibility and a token of allegiance to the Tiandou royal family.

However, at the end of the day, his efforts did not seem to have the desired effect.

He ran around, trying to persuade those familiar forces to join the Tiandou royal family's camp, but the result left him disappointed.

Among these acquaintances, not many are optimistic about the prospects of the Tiandou royal family.

In their view, the huge force of the Spirit Hall is like an insurmountable mountain. Its power and influence are everywhere, making all the hidden forces feel fearful.

The Spirit Hall is like a sharp blade hanging over their heads, threatening their safety at all times.

Under this pressure, many people chose to retreat and wait and see. They were afraid of standing on the wrong side and becoming the chicken killed to warn the monkeys.

Nalan Xiong understood their concerns and worries, but he knew even more clearly that if the Tiandou royal family could not gain enough support, the road ahead would be more difficult.

However, Nalan Xiong was not discouraged by this. He knew very well that only firm belief and unremitting efforts could break the difficulties. He would continue to move forward and continue to look for forces willing to fight for the Tiandou royal family.

While Nalan Xiongdong was busy shuttling through the streets and alleys of the city, busy with various trivial matters, Xue Qinghe once again stepped into Yuexuan's threshold.

This magnificent building with tall and elegant cabinets seemed to have become a special bond between her and Tang Yuehua.

Passing through the winding corridor, she gently knocked on Yuehua's study door.

In the study, Tang Yuehua was sitting in front of the window. Her temperament was still noble and elegant, like a blooming peony, exuding a faint fragrance.

She gently stroked the ancient books on the table, her eyes deep and peaceful.

However, when she saw Xue Qinghe, a mischievous smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"You can go to Shrek Academy to find him. That's where he belongs. You don't have to come to me every time."

There was a hint of teasing in Tang Yuehua's voice, as if she was mocking Xue Qinghe's obsession with Nalan Xiongdong.

Xue Qinghe was stunned for a moment when she heard this. A hint of helplessness flashed across her clear eyes. She sighed softly and said slowly: "Aunt Yuehua, you have really changed."

Her voice was filled with emotion, as if she was recalling the time she spent practicing with Tang Yuehua.

Tang Yuehua was also stunned for a moment. Her bright eyes stared at Xue Qinghe, as if trying to find out her true thoughts.

She smiled and shook her head and said, "No, I haven't changed. This is just another side of me, just like you have another side."

Xue Qinghe was silent for a moment after hearing this. She took a deep breath and said slowly, "Aunt Yuehua, I came here this time to ask for your help."

Tang Yuehua was slightly startled, then nodded, motioning her to continue.