Amidst rebuilding and training, joy blossomed again.
"Tian," Yuexin told him one evening, voice soft, "I feel the same as before… another child is coming."
Tian froze. His arms shook, his heart surging again with indescribable warmth. Another child. Another root.
On the day of birth months later, storm winds howled, but in their hut warmth glowed fierce. Hours of strife ended in the cries of a daughter.
Her small face, her tiny frost breath upon the air, unraveled Tian completely. Tears welled as he whispered, "Leng… Mei. Cold Beauty. She will be strength of our family."
Now two children bore his blood. A clan of name began forming truly.
Disciples visited, bringing gifts of furs. Villagers gathered, offering congratulations. And amidst them all, Tian stood weak yet proud. His spirit was not strong, but his seed—oh, his seed thrived.
As he watched his son cradle his baby sister carefully, Tian thought with burning eyes: Even if I die tomorrow, these roots will grow. The Leng Family will last beyond my breath.
Unseen by all, the eternal tome shimmered faint again:
Two direct heirs created.
Bloodline continuity: Stable.
Heritage permanence: Assured.
Leng Clan was no more concept. It was flesh and blood reality.
🔥 End of Chapter 26