Fast forward to two and a half years old: The villain boss is obsessed with raising cubs

In the early morning, before the first ray of light completely dispelled the darkness of night, He Xuan was already deep in the Taoist temple's Sutra Library.

Since he promised to find a solution, He Xuan naturally would not sit idly by and wait for death.

The tall bookshelves cast heavy shadows, and the air was filled with the scent of old books and a hint of dust.

He Xuan's expression was stern as his fingertips slid across scrolls of ancient books written on animal skins, bamboo slips, or yellowed paper, at such a speed that it almost left afterimages.

The black jade slips from the underworld and the profound Taoist texts floated and unfolded around him, and the cold ghostly aura and the ancient spiritual energy were subtly intertwined.

He was searching for any records on how to stabilize the soul and resolve the backlash of the extremely yin energy.

He has tried many methods in the past few days.

He carefully drew an ancient soul-containment formation on the floor of the side hall, using a top-grade soul jade as its foundation. However, the activation of the formation only gave him a momentary sense of relief, and the tearing sensation deep within his soul soon returned.

He swallowed a thousand-year-old divine herb that Shouyi treasured and was said to be able to nourish the soul. The powerful medicinal power was released, but it was like a stone sinking into the ocean. It could only help his scattered ghost energy condense a little bit, but it was only a temporary solution and not a cure.

Tried again and again, disappointed again and again.

That day, He Xuan, who had failed again, crushed a jade slip containing a folk remedy into powder with an expressionless face.

There may be a method, but it is either costly and involves innocent people, or it has long been lost and only speculation remains.

The feeling of frustration was like a cold spider web, quietly entwining his mind.

Just then, a small figure appeared at the door of the study, lifted his legs with difficulty, and stepped over the high threshold.

Miaomiao stood there, dragging her Nether Tiger in her arms, her little mouth slightly pouting, her big round eyes filled with grievance.

The little cub looked at her father who was buried in a book. These days, her father always stayed in the house. He didn't play with her on the swing or braid her hair.

The little fellow ran to He Xuan with his short legs, stretched out his little hand and tugged at the hem of He Xuan's dark-colored robe. The force was not strong, but it was enough to wake He Xuan who was lost in thought.

He Xuan came back to his senses, concealing the irritation and solemnity in his eyes. He lowered his head to look at the cub at his feet, and his voice softened unconsciously: "What's wrong?"

Miaomiao tilted her little face upwards, feeling even more aggrieved. She even tried to imitate the adults by putting her hands on her waist. Although her round belly made the action look powerless, the little girl still fiercely accused: "Daddy! You're ignoring Miaomiao!"

He Xuan was stunned, and a wave of regret suddenly surged in his heart.

These past few days I was so busy searching for that illusory hope of life that I really neglected this little guy.

He bent down and skillfully held Miaomiao in his arms, feeling the heavy, soft weight in his arms, and said apologetically: "Daddy is wrong, I shouldn't have ignored Miaomiao."

Wrapped in the familiar cold breath and hearing her father's apology, Miaomiao's temper disappeared instantly.

The little cub is still easy to coax.

She immediately stretched out her arms and hugged He Xuan's neck, rubbed her soft little face against it, and said in a baby voice: "It's okay~ Miaomiao forgives Daddy!"

The world of children is so simple. An apology and a hug can make the storm subside.

The father and daughter reconciled.

He Xuan felt a little warm in his heart and held her hand tightly.

Miaomiao happily swung her little feet and began to chatter about how Aunt Zhuniang had made her a new sachet and how Grandpa Shouyi had secretly given her candy beans...

However, just as Miaomiao was telling her story with great interest, the arm that He Xuan was holding her with became transparent for an extremely brief, almost imperceptible moment in the sunlight coming through the window lattice.

It's like the reflection in the water is broken up by ripples and then returns to its original state.

He Xuan's arm stiffened almost imperceptibly, and then he adjusted the way he held the child as if nothing had happened, hiding his hand in the shadow of Miaomiao's body.

He lowered his eyes, listening to the carefree laughter of the little guy in his arms, a trace of deep gloom and reluctance flashed across the depths of his eyes.

He had to be faster.