Hearing this, Qi Manyao's anger flared, "You have a nanny and you're looking for me?"
"Oh, after all, she's an outsider, and I don't trust her as much as you. Right, about the battlefield, you don't have to worry either. Just have Wan Lei call the sect leader; he has enough influence for that."
The sect leader oversaw all matters, so transferring a regiment commander would be easy.
"Alright then, I'll learn how to take care of children from them first. Honestly, I, the dignified and powerful Commander Qi, have become your nanny."
Qi Manyao looked at the child in her arms and pouted, "Child, look, this is your mother. She's not a good mother, she's a bad person."
"Stop filling his head with bad ideas," Fang Xiaoyu rolled her eyes.
"Man Yao Yao, Man Yao Yao," Wan Lei's voice suddenly called from above.
"What?"
Qi Manyao was in a bad mood, and even Wan Lei seemed annoying.
"Bring the child here for me to hold."
"Dream on. Wait until I'm in a better mood. I'm telling you, be careful when you talk to me; your son is in my hands."
"I..."
Wan Lei was momentarily speechless. How did the usually pleasant Man Yao Yao turn into a kidnapper?
In the following days, under the guidance of two experienced nannies, Man Yao Yao quickly mastered the art of childcare and developed a deep affection for Wan Lin.
Over these six months, she tirelessly cared for Wan Lin, changing diapers and feeding him, fulfilling the responsibilities of parenthood for Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu.
Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu could finally relax and devote themselves wholeheartedly to the process of achieving sainthood.
Fang Xiaoyu was the busiest. While feeding Wan Lin daily, she was also making rapid progress, getting closer and closer to Wan Lei's level.
Qi Manyao often brought the child over to chat with them.
It wasn't until half a year later, when the infant entered the second stage, that breast milk became less critical, and formula could be used as a complete substitute.
The formula from the immortal realm was certainly no ordinary substance; it was developed by several Celestial-grade alchemists and nutritionists, with varying qualities.
The better ones were naturally made from countless herbs and rare treasures mixed with the milk of spirit beasts.
After half a year of feeding, Wan Lin, even without cultivation, had reached a cultivation level close to Foundation Establishment, though he still couldn't walk.
At this point, a year and a half had passed since the start of the war.
The Thunder Rain team suddenly returned to the immortal realm.
As the Feiyu vessel emerged from the spatial jump point, the members of the Thunder Rain team rushed towards Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu.
"Wan Lei, the demon race's offensive has slowed considerably, so we quickly took leave to come back and see you." Xia Yubing shouted excitedly.
Wan Lei looked around at everyone, relieved to find no one missing. Although they were all injured, as long as they were alive, it was fine.
"Our progress here is also very rapid. I've completed half, and Xiaoyu has completed one-third. By the way, how is the situation on the battlefield?"
Wan Qianxin sighed and said, "It's not optimistic at all. The number of demons is too vast. We've been fighting desperately for a year and a half, and their numbers still seem endless, with no signs of reduction. Our bases have also been breached several times, and the interior of the bases is now in disarray, with much of the defense fortifications destroyed. Of course, the most intense fighting is on the Saint battlefield. Among the Saints of our prime plane, Jumen God, Qisha God, Tanlang God, Tiantong God, Tianxiang God, Starry Sky Sword Saint Yao, Heavenly Emperor Dijun, the young monk Huiyu, and Fire Saint Liyan have all sacrificed themselves."
"So many Saints have died? A total of nine?" Wan Lei frowned, shocked. The prime plane's Saint main gods numbered less than forty in total, and in just a year and a half, nine had already perished.
"Didn't you say the demon race's offensive has slowed? Are they going to withdraw?"
"Impossible. According to my analysis, the demon race's retreat this time is to regroup their forces. Now that the front-line bases have been destroyed, the next wave will be a full-scale assault that will completely breach the bases. After that, they will push into the Ghost Realm, and we will engage in the final defense of the Ghost Realm, fighting to the death against the demon race."
Hearing this, Wan Lei sighed, "I can imagine how arduous the battles you've endured must have been. It's a pity I couldn't fight alongside you."
"Don't worry, we'll take care of ourselves. Wan Liuchuan was too reckless last time and was almost killed, so I gave him a good scolding."
Wan Liuchuan chuckled at this, remaining silent, but the fatigue in his eyes was undeniable.
"Alright, now that we're back, let's not talk about unhappy things. You should go and see my child."
"Your child? You have a child?"
Everyone was surprised. Just then, Qi Manyao walked out carrying the child, and everyone crowded around. Seeing the tiny infant, they were all astonished and delighted, vying to hold the baby. Wan Lei's child swept away the gloom they had brought back from the battlefield. Holding the child, who was chewing on its fingers and looking around with curious eyes, they all doted on him. Finally, everyone took turns holding the child, with each person limited to one minute.
Xin'er took the child from Wan Liuchuan's arms, gazing at him like a rare treasure, her eyes shining. "He's so cute, so cute! Wan Liuchuan, let's have a child too."
"Alright, alright, anything you say. But we'll have to wait until the war is over. By then, Lin'er will be an older brother and can play with our child."
"Mmm, darn it, Wan Lei beat us to having a child again," Xin'er pouted and kissed Lin'er.
After everyone had their turn, they celebrated the child's hundred-day banquet before dispersing. After a day of rest, they hastily returned to the Ghost Realm.
Days turned into weeks, and in the blink of an eye, Wan Lei had been on the Ascension Ladder for two and a half years. Lin'er was now a year and a half old, able to run and jump, as lively as a little tiger, much to Qi Manyao's exasperation.
News arrived that the bases on the battlefield had been breached, and the demon army had entered the Ghost Realm, where fierce fighting was now underway.
Hundreds of spaceships suddenly appeared at the Five Elements Hall's spatial jump point.
"Old Fang, Old Fang, look quickly, isn't that Lei'er and Xiaoyu on that golden ladder?" In the cabin, Wan Hongxin pointed towards the center of the Five Elements Hall.
"It seems so."
"General Lu, could we go to the battlefield a little later? We want to say hello to Lei'er."
"It's okay to be a day late. Go ahead, we'll all go together." General Lu Wei led the spaceships towards Lei Feng. As they got closer, Wan Hongxin finally got a clear view of Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu, and he also saw the child Wan Lei was holding.
"A child? Lei'er and Xiaoyu have a child? I'm a grandfather?" Wan Hongxin looked at Old Fang in disbelief.