"Come, Li Wen. Meet your father."
Xiao Wu smiled gently as she beckoned to the little boy with rabbit ears.
The boy floated through the air and stopped before Ye Feng. His expression was hesitant as he asked, "Are you really my father?"
"Mn." Ye Feng nodded, then reached out and touched the boy's soft rabbit ears. Li Wen flinched slightly but, after a pause, allowed Ye Feng to pat his head.
"His name is Li Wen?" Ye Feng asked.
"Yes."
"What's with the name?"
"With you gone all these years, I couldn't leave the child nameless. So... I picked something simple."
Ye Liwen.
It was a plain name—common even. But Ye Feng stared at the boy—short face, wide mouth, only his eyes bearing resemblance. Yet the blood connection was unmistakable.
Suddenly, a green light rose into the sky, and a woman descended gracefully.
She looked to be in her thirties, dressed in a simple green robe with a scarf tied around her dark green hair. Her pale complexion and delicate features carried a quiet charm, her big black eyes dull yet spirited. Despite the modest outfit, her figure was stunning—far beyond what ordinary women could possess.
"Erlong…" Ye Feng murmured.
She was the first woman he had ever taken.
Originally, Liu Erlong had been infatuated with Yu Xiaogang. But the system had rewritten that fate, transferring her affection to Ye Feng. To this day, she remained hopelessly devoted to him.
Liu Erlong walked up and punched him square in the chest.
"Where have you been all these years?" she snapped, her voice trembling between anger and relief.
"I…"
Before he could explain, Liu Erlong turned and waved to a young boy with sharp leopard eyes and a lion-like nose.
"Jiang Xin, come. Meet your father."
The boy stepped forward and bowed.
"Father!"
Ye Feng blinked. "Jiang Xin? Why is his surname Jiang?"
"Before he was born, you promised I could name him," Liu Erlong said firmly. "His full name is Ye Jiangxin. I just liked the sound of it. You're not going to go back on your word now, are you?"
"Of course not," Ye Feng smiled faintly.
Another figure walked over.
She had pale skin and long, silver hair that flowed like moonlight. Her purple eyes sparkled beneath long lashes. Even in a simple white robe, she radiated sensuality. She gazed fondly at a strange-looking boy who stood stiffly beside her.
The boy's expression was stoic, his appearance unfamiliar—but the divine blood flowing through him didn't lie.
"Father," the boy said.
Ye Feng nodded. "What's his name?"
"Yu Qin," the Silver Dragon King answered.
Ye Feng gave a slight nod. Though he saw little resemblance to himself, the bloodline connection was undeniable.
Next to her, the Goddess of Kindness, her long red hair flowing behind her, also called out softly.
"Come forward, child. Your father is here."
Another boy walked up—slightly wild-looking, with untamed energy crackling around him. His hair was long, his eyes sharp.
"…Another one?" Ye Feng muttered under his breath.
Then came a woman in black.
She was graceful and cold, dressed in a simple black dress with long hair draped behind her. She looked to be around twenty-eight, her beauty mature and striking. Despite her usual aloof expression, she regarded her son with a trace of maternal warmth.
Zhu Zhuqing, the Wind God.
The boy beside her wore an elaborate robe with lotus leaf collars, tassel headgear, and boots. He carried himself with elegance and a strange pressure.
"Father!"
Ye Feng looked at Zhu Zhuqing. "And his name?"
"Yanluo."
"…What?"
"His full name is Ye Yanluo. My martial soul is the Netherworld Spirit Cat—dark attribute. I asked Sister Lu, and she said Yama matched that attribute. So I named him Yanluo. In the God Realm, some even call him 'King Yama' behind his back."
Ye Feng nearly choked.
King Yama?!
That name—it carried too much weight.
He looked again at the boy: solemn face, dignified posture. The only thing missing was a judge's scepter. Otherwise, he could pass for the underworld sovereign himself.
"Boss Ye, you don't like the name?" Zhu Zhuqing asked softly.
"No, I… I'm just…" Ye Feng paused, unsure how to respond.
"If you dislike it, you can change it."
"I don't want to change it!" Yanluo interrupted. "I like my name. It suits me."
"Child, don't argue. It's your father's right to name you."
"I don't care. You can rename me if you want. But my nickname will always be Yanluo."
Ye Feng sighed in defeat. This kid had clearly inherited his stubbornness.
Just then, a gentle green light floated toward them. The Goddess of Life, dressed in an emerald gown, descended beside Ye Feng.
In the past, she and the God of Destruction had shared tender nights—but she had never conceived. Her life energy was too pure. Any wound healed overnight, and no child had ever come.
Until she met Ye Feng.
Since their union, both she and the Goddess of Kindness found themselves carrying children.
"Come here, daughter," the Goddess of Life called out.
From the lotus platform, the little girl in white stood and floated toward them.
"Father!" she called out with clarity and innocence. Her aura was gentle, filled with pure life energy.
Ye Feng was moved. "What's her name?"
"Shiyin. Guan Shiyin."
"WHAT?!"
Ye Feng stiffened as if struck by lightning.
The little girl blinked. "Is something wrong?"
"Shiyin? Guan Shiyin? Your surname is… Guan?"
"Mother doesn't have a surname," she said matter-of-factly. "So she made one—'Guan.' I took her surname. Is that a problem?"
Ye Feng opened his mouth, but no words came out.
He looked at the girl again—holding a jade bottle with willow branches tucked into it.
His mind blanked.
Was this... a miniature Guanyin Bodhisattva?
He inhaled sharply.
Then, turning his gaze toward the children of Liu Erlong, Xiao Wu, the Silver Dragon King, Zhu Zhuqing, the Goddess of Life, and the Goddess of Kindness…
One named Jiang Xin.
One named Li Wen.
One named Yu Qin.
One named Yanluo.
And now… Guan Shiyin.
Hiss—
Ye Feng staggered slightly, overwhelmed.
Not just by their power or identities—but by their names.
Every single one of them carried weight, legend, or divine significance.