Not for You

The devil Ning Buwei was arrogant and ruthless, his Zhuque Blade stained with blood across seventeen provinces, striking fear into the hearts of all cultivators. When the Chongzheng Alliance's one hundred and twenty sects joined forces to besiege him, Ning Buwei was defeated and vanished into the Endless River. He awoke by the riverbank—his blade shattered, his cultivation lost—only to find a wailing infant nestled in his arms. Born without a shred of empathy, Ning Buwei prepared to abandon the child, only to discover the baby shared his bloodline: his own flesh and blood. The devil’s face cracked. After narrowly escaping death, the once-unrivaled devil busied himself with restoring his power, repairing his blade, and… desperately raising a son. The child was born with a golden core, yet cried, soiled himself, and—when angry—could kick his powerless father ten paces away with a single tiny foot. The legendary devil endured grueling days of feeding gruel and changing diapers until glimpsing the child’s mother in his son’s consciousness—an ethereal beauty. Certain she’d be better suited for childcare, Ning Buwei disguised himself and set off for her sect, delivering his bed-wetting son straight to her doorstep. Chu Jun, the revered elder of the foremost cultivation sect Wushizong, emerged from five centuries of seclusion only to find someone blocking his cave entrance. Holding his son, Ning Buwei stared at the cold, exquisite beauty before him—a man with no trace of cultivation—and felt his face crack again. The mother… was a man. And clearly clueless about diapers. (*critical point*) Chu Jun studied the pitiful low-level disciple before him, but before he could speak, a chubby baby was shoved into his arms. *"Your son."* Chu Jun uttered his first words in five centuries. *"No, YOUR son."* Ning Buwei insisted firmly. Later— Ning Buwei: *"The kid’s other dad is useless except for his face."* Chu Jun: *"The kid’s other dad is useless except for his appetite."* **【Bonus Scene】** As an adult genius cultivator, Ning Xiu reminisced about his infamous fathers: *"In my childhood, my family lived in bitter poverty. A single nourishing pill had to be split three ways."* *"My dads hand-washed diapers in freezing winters."* *"They brawled for three days straight over whose name I said first."* *"...Which left me starving for three days."* *"Thanks, both are real dads."*