Chapter 21: Does Such an Obedient Baby Also Have to Become a Villain?

He Shangxian claimed the task of cultivating the demonic sect’s heirs. Anything needed for raising children, he prepared early. Just the milk bottles alone were carved into seven pairs from different-colored jade.

When they had raised the Sect Leader, they had no experience and specially hired a wet nurse. Now, there was no need. They could directly feed the babies goat milk and cow milk.

Cultivator babies were unlike mortal babies and did not have strict requirements regarding milk sources. The Great Elder picked immortal grass from places rich in spiritual qi to feed the cows and goats. The milk they produced was very suitable for the little demon babies’ constitutions.

When Meng Wowo and Meng Nangnang drank milk, the Great Elder held one bottle in each hand, working both sides at once, using spiritual power to make the goat milk flow out at a steady speed.

This was far too indulgent. They did not even need to exert effort when drinking milk.

The Great Elder would never be able to raise demon babies. This sect leader had to raise them himself.

Meng Baixu stared at the two identical little cubs and analyzed which of them had been on the left and which had been on the right while in his belly. The one who heard the good stories was the obedient baby and would stay in the Fuguang Sect. The one who heard the bad stories was the rebellious baby and would be sent to the Hengxue Sect. This strategy had to be implemented long-term.

He could not analyze it, but this sect leader had his own methods.

The two babies who had just finished drinking milk were like two well-risen lumps of dough, as perfect as if Wen Tingshu had personally kneaded them. Milky and soft, they lay muddled in their cradles.

Meng Baixu took down a forbidden book from the shelf, sat in front of the two cradles, and read aloud.

“…That madman wore arrogant red robes like blazing flames. In front of everyone, he openly demanded to forcefully marry his Shifu…”

These storybooks were the ones he had listened to during pregnancy. The storyteller had told them well, so he had bought the scripts too. They remained fresh no matter how many times he read them.

Meng Baixu read with emotion, emphasizing the key words while secretly glancing from the corner of his eye at the two little cubs’ reactions.

Hearing Daddy’s voice, Meng Nangnang slept deeply. Meng Wowo suddenly opened his round eyes and brought his two little hands to his mouth to lick, as if they were milk-scented steamed buns.

“Is it you? Meng Wowo?”

Meng Baixu stared at him.

Are you the villain baby?

Meng Wowo focused on eating his hands, his large black eyes full of innocence.

Did such an obedient baby also have to become a villain?

Meng Baixu frowned slightly. It did not seem like it. He continued observing.

Meng Baixu picked up the book and reread, “The madman pressed forward step by step, until his Shizun’s throat tightened and he vomited a mouthful of blood!”

Hm?!

What kind of book was this? How could it write a plot where Shizun vomited blood?

With Wen Tingshu’s supreme cultivation, if he vomited blood, it would definitely mean damage to his lungs, organs, and yuan core.

Yes, Meng Baixu wanted the little demon to harm the Hengxue Sect, but he had never said to make Wen Tingshu vomit blood.

No, no. Shizun could not vomit blood.

With a flick of Meng Baixu’s fingertip, a flame sprang out and burned this alarmist book.

He poked Meng Wowo’s round baby fat.

“You didn’t hear anything just now.”

After a while, Meng Nangnang also woke. Taking advantage of both cubs being awake, Meng Baixu read cultivation history to them.

Actually, it was a storybook he had collected from the mortal world: a Wen Tingshu male-protagonist power-up story. In the mortal world, it was very popular. Beautiful ladies and young gongzi all loved reading it.

Meng Wowo’s big eyes were bright and lively, following Daddy’s vivid descriptions as they spun around.

Meng Nangnang listened and listened, then closed his eyes and slept soundly.

Meng Baixu had not even reached the name of your father’s ultimate move, and you were already sleeping?

He reached out and pushed the sleeping Meng Nangnang. The little cub rolled over once and did not wake.

“Hmph. This one doesn’t like studying. Send him to the Hengxue Sect to torment Wen Tingshu.”

Wang Mingyue was sewing patchwork clothes for the two cubs nearby. Hearing this, she smiled and shook her head.

Fortunately, there was still one listener. Meng Baixu read Wen Tingshu’s grand, epic battle scene to the end with lingering satisfaction. Mortals were truly too good at writing. Though they had never seen it, it felt as if one were personally there.

Wang Mingyue clapped and said, “It’s time to feed them millet porridge.”

She brought over a bowl of millet porridge cooked until soft and handed it to Meng Baixu. “Feed them slowly.”

Taking advantage of the little cub opening his mouth, Meng Baixu used a shadowless hand and stuffed in four spoonfuls of millet porridge in a row. Demon babies were still too weak and small. There was no way for them to force Wen Tingshu to abdicate yet. They had to hurry and grow up.

Meng Wowo held a cheekful of millet porridge. His milky little face puffed up like two freshly steamed cornmeal buns. He lifted his head and looked at Daddy, but refused to swallow.

Meng Baixu lightly touched his mouth with the spoon, indicating that he should either swallow or spit it out. The little cub closed his mouth like a clam, as if he intended to hold this mouthful of millet porridge until the end of time and refine it into a pearl.

Meng Nangnang ate quickly. He did not hold food in his mouth. The moment it entered, he swallowed, and after finishing, he opened his mouth again. One look and you could tell he was a good baby.

Meng Baixu stared at Meng Wowo, who was not eating properly.

“Fine, fine. In the future, you’ll be the one sent to the Hengxue Sect to torment Wen Tingshu!”

This one was bad. He had to be cultivated as the focus.

Auntie Mingyue could not help laughing. One moment he wanted to send this one, the next moment he wanted to send that one. Truly fickle and heartless!

Meng Baixu tucked the two little babies in.

I really am the most villainous father under heaven.

During infancy, Meng Wowo loved listening to adults talk, while Meng Nangnang could eat and sleep. As they gradually grew up, they imitated and infected each other. Slowly, it could no longer be said that these twin cubs were exactly alike—it could only be said that there was no difference at all.

Every day, they wore the same clothes and ate the same food. When eating, Meng Baixu had to give one spoonful to Wowo, then one spoonful to Nangnang, keeping everything perfectly balanced.

If he got distracted and fed two spoonfuls in a row to one of them, the little cubs would tightly close their mouths and refuse to eat.

Truly, such brotherly love and fraternal respect.

Wen Tingshu might as well establish another Hengxue Sect. How could one be enough for two sons to divide?

Under the careful raising of their evil Sect Leader father, the two little babies grew to one year old. They could sit steadily, crawl quickly, and even walk a stretch.

If they could sit and understand some words, then they could begin studying.

After all, villains had to be seized from infancy.

By instilling villain awareness from childhood, they would surely be able to stir up the world in the future.

Once he cultivated the two demon babies properly, he would send one to the Hengxue Sect.

The knowledge He Shangxian had taught Meng Baixu twenty years ago could now be passed to the new babies exactly as it was.

He Shangxian stroked his beard and waved his cane. A map of the cultivation world slowly spread open in the sky curtain. The locations of the major righteous sects shone like stars, and the two largest bright spots were dazzling like moons.

They were the Hengxue Sect and the Xie family.

He Shangxian said, “Cultivators are cultivators, and mortals are mortals. You may hit cultivators, but you cannot bully mortals without reason.”

The lesson of the spiritual qi depletion a thousand years ago, when all cultivators exploded and died, told them: if one bullied the weak while relying on strength, one would easily be struck by lightning during tribulation.

Babies who were born at late Golden Core had to pay attention. When being villains, they must not accidentally hit the wrong people.

As long as they remembered this premise, they could act tyrannically across the cultivation world.

Meng Baixu crossed his arms and joined the class.

With a circle of his finger, he drew several circles on the map in the sky curtain. Green flowing light marked mortal territory, while red flames marked the various cultivation sects.

“Only after reaching the red areas can you do whatever you want.”

Meng Baixu had not recovered much from the emaciation caused by pregnancy. The slender beauty in white held a bamboo branch and flicked it in his hand, raising his chin to signal the students below to answer.

“Wu—!”

A pair of jade-carved little cubs sat beneath the sky curtain listening to the lesson. They raised their heads, not yet even a full year old, and blinked their big eyes as they nodded.

The babies understood!

He Shangxian’s eyes were full of affection. Their nodding was so wide that their milky cheeks shook. This meant they truly understood.

As expected of the babies born by the Sect Leader. They were clever.

In the Fuguang Sect, anyone could be the saint babies’ teacher, as long as they had a special life-saving skill.

Meng Baixu had learned very widely in the past.

Auntie Mingyue was also Wowo and Nangnang’s teacher. What she used was still the same A Complete Guide to Polite Phrases in the Cultivation World that she had once given the Sect Leader.

She only taught for a little while before coaxing them to sleep, so there was not much time.

Teacher Wang said, “When you meet a white-haired elderly person, like the Great Elder, you should call him Grandpa.”

Wowo and Nangnang repeated in milky voices, “Elder Grandpa.”

Teacher Wang said, “When you meet a young, handsome gege, like Liu Xishi, call him gege. When you meet a steady and reliable adult, like the Left Protector, call him uncle.”

Wowo and Nangnang said, “Liu Xishi-gege, Left Protector-uncle.”

Teacher Wang said, “When you meet a cultivator, regardless of cultivation level, you can call them Immortal Venerable.”

Wowo and Nangnang said, “Immor-tal—Ven-er-able—”

Meng Baixu returned from sword practice and heard half a sentence. He asked suspiciously, “Auntie, what are you teaching?”

Wang Mingyue said, “Nothing. Just some mortal survival skills.”

Just say whether politeness could save one’s life sometimes or not.

Meng Baixu did not ask further. Practicing with the East Wind Dance Divine Sword had been too tiring, and he just wanted to fall asleep.

Wang Mingyue said, “They’ve been fed and changed into their sleeping clothes. It’s about time to sleep. Sect Leader, I’ll go first.”

Meng Baixu yawned and lay down beside the little cubs. “Thank you, Auntie.”

Ever since birth, the two little cubs liked sleeping beside Sect Leader Daddy, even if Sect Leader Daddy’s sleeping habits were not good.

In the middle of the night, the blanket would be rolled away by their own father, and the two brothers could only pitifully and cowardly hug each other for warmth, one little face pressed against the other.

Wen Tingshu could live year-round on the icy, snowy Hengxue Mountain, and late Golden Core babies were not much worse. Even if they were left freezing in the snow, it would not matter.

That was the reasoning, but Auntie Mingyue would feel distressed seeing it. Yet the two cubs insisted on sleeping with Daddy.

When Meng Baixu woke in the morning, the first thing he did was take out something Shizun had made from his qiankun pouch and eat it. Now, he cherished the food more and would heat it before eating.

A fluffy, soft cornmeal bun came out after reheating. Its fragrance woke the two little cubs on the bed.

Meng Baixu took a bite of the cornmeal bun, then turned and saw four round, bright eyes.

Wowo and Nangnang followed him in this regard. Coincidentally matching their nicknames, they also had a special fondness for wheat foods. Auntie Mingyue made all kinds of wheat foods for them every day.

But the little cubs’ favorite would always be the one in Sect Leader Daddy’s hand.

Aiya. Shizun’s cooking was nothing special, so why did it attract children so much?

Meng Baixu held the cornmeal bun and said solemnly to the two cubs, “This is premade food. This cornmeal bun is older than Wowo and Nangnang. Babies cannot eat it.”

Shizun made it for me. There is no share for you.

What is premade food? Babies do not understand.

The two little cubs stared directly at the cornmeal bun, drool making their chins wet.

Meng Baixu said, “Auntie Mingyue will make you something exactly the same.”

“Coming, coming. Time to eat cornmeal buns and steamed buns.”

Wang Mingyue did not dare condemn the Sect Leader’s behavior of eating alone. She only asked the Sect Leader to tell her in advance what he would eat the next day, so she could make the same thing.

The two little cubs eagerly awaited it. Each held a large steamed bun and took a bite, first gnawing through a bit of the skin.

It was said that instilling villain consciousness during meals was the fastest and most profound method.

Meng Baixu said, “Remember, you are little demon babies.”

“Oh!”

The little cubs were busy eating steamed buns but did not forget to respond.

Meng Baixu was slightly satisfied. Once the two cubs had almost finished eating, he poked Meng Nangnang’s cheek and gave a spot check.

“Remember, what are you?”

Meng Nangnang hugged his steamed bun and was clearly a little stumped.

“I… I am… a little steamed bun baby!”

Meng Baixu said patiently, “Little demon.”

Meng Nangnang said seriously, “Little steamed bun.”

Meng Baixu: “…”

Baby, why is your pronunciation not standard? Can you not even say professional cultivation terminology?

He turned to ask the other studious baby. “Wowo, what are you?”

Meng Wowo said, “I’m a cornmeal bun!”

Meng Baixu: “…”

I already said little demon!

Wen Tingshu, look at the children you gave birth to!