Transmigrated into the role of a wicked stepmother, and from the start expected to cut out her stepson's spiritual root while he was still alive?
Shen Huai'an looked at the four children before her, all pale, skinny, and trembling, and quietly put away the knife.
Looking at the four children whose favorability toward her was below zero, she said:
“From today on, you're my own children.”
The eldest son eyed her warily. “Is this home?”
The second son, eyes red, insisted, “You're not my mother!”
The taciturn third son silently edged farther away.
The youngest daughter clung to her leg and sweetly mumbled that she was hungry.
Shen Huai'an: ...All right. First I'll earn money and get spirit stones, then I'll raise these four little rascals.
But she never expected that
As she raised them, their cultivation improved, and they grew sweeter and sweeter.
As their cultivation rose, hers soared right along with it.
Shen Huai'an: So raising kids is the strongest way to cultivate immortality?!
