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Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation: Jiang Cheng x Jin Ling Fanfiction

Jiang Cheng's life takes a sudden turn on discovering that he was placed in charge of his nephew Jin Ling. From dealing with baby poop to tempering the ill-natured tantrums of the 'young mistress.' Jiang Cheng's hand is full to the brim with hardly any time to take care of his 'needs,' but what happens when young Jin Ling walks in on his uncle pleasuring himself? *********************** Mo Dao Zu Shi/ Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation BL Fanfiction MDZS (Lan Zhan, Wei Wuxian, Lan Xichen)

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Unexpected Delivery

"Sect Leader Jiang Cheng!!! Where is Sect Leader! Someone dropped a basket at the front gate with a baby inside!"

Disciples from the newly formed YummengJiang sect were thrown into a state of confusion when they came to know the content of the handwoven basket of brown that boasted of fine

craftsmanship.

"Why are you all shouting! What is the noise about?! It had better be a good reason or else someone here would have a taste of Zidian!"

The crack of the purple lightning from a silver ring on Jiang Cheng's index finger accompanied the last word that came out of his mouth. Fear showed on the faces of YummengJiang sect disciples.

The face of the young sect leader was darkened with rage as he looked at the large group of men from his sect.

One of the younger disciples stood with a basket in his arms while surrounded by his sect brothers.

"Sect Leader, someone dropped this at the front gate.... there is a note with your name on it..."

The young lad could hardly look his sect leader in the eye as he told him the reason for making an untimely appearance before a disgruntled Jiang Cheng.

"I think it might be sect leader's child, maybe he was seeing a woman in secret."

One of the disciples whispered in a conspiratorial voice, as the rest of them that stood nearby had a grave expression on their face.

"Do you have a death wish?! Don't let sect leader hear you say it! Didn't you see Zidian?"

It was at that precise moment that Jiang Cheng left the table where he was handling the affairs of his sect.

Wrapped in a bundle of yellow, made with the finest fabric that bore the emblem of the LanlingJin sect lay a sleeping little baby boy.

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