Many children, many blessings; my family helped me win over the ultimate fairy.

Forest boundary, misty rain pavilion.

The palace, which stands atop a misty, green mountain, is now shrouded in an atmosphere of deathly silence.

Inside the main hall, a dozen elders of the Misty Rain Pavilion gathered together, each with an expression of anxiety and despair on their face.

"OP, the Blood Fiend Sect's deadline is only two days away!"

An elderly man with white hair spoke in a trembling voice, his hand gripping his cane tightly, his knuckles white from the force.

"Are we really going to just stand by and watch the Misty Rain Pavilion be wiped out?"

Another elder asked through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

Qin Yuebai sat quietly in the main seat.

She wore a white dress, her appearance was stunning, and her temperament was otherworldly, like a fairy descended to earth.

But her beautiful eyes revealed a deep weariness and helplessness.

"Elders, how could I not want to protect the Misty Rain Pavilion?"

She spoke softly, her voice tinged with bitterness.

"But Xue Wuya is at the sixth level of the Divine Power Realm. Even if I try my best, I am no match for him."

"OP!"

A middle-aged elder suddenly stood up, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"We all know that your twin lotus body possesses a special ability..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

The atmosphere inside the hall froze instantly.

Qin Yuebai's body trembled slightly. She slowly raised her head and her gaze swept over everyone present.

"You... want me to devour Wanwan?"

Her voice was soft, yet everyone could hear it clearly.

"Please forgive me, OP!"

The middle-aged elder knelt down, but his tone remained firm.

"But this is the only way! Your Twin Lotus Body is originally a single entity with two bodies. If you can merge the two bodies into one, you will surely break through to the sixth realm! At that time, what will Xue Wuyai be? Our Misty Rain Pavilion will not only be able to preserve itself, but also dominate the forest realm in one fell swoop!"

"Yes! Master, for the sake of the lives of thousands of disciples of Misty Rain Pavilion, you must make a choice!"

"OP, when faced with a greater cause, you cannot afford to be swayed by sentimentality!"

One after another, the elders knelt down, their voices growing louder and more urgent.

Qin Yuebai closed her eyes.

She knew that the elders were right.

The special feature of the twin lotus is that it is a single entity that can split into another individual or reunite.

Once combined, the two forces will inevitably allow her to break through her current level.

but…

She opened her eyes and her gaze fell on the quiet girl standing in the corner of the hall.

Qin Wanwan.

Her "daughter".

Although in a sense, Wanwan is merely a part of her.

But over the past ten years, they have spent every day together, and Wanwan is no longer a simple separate entity, but a person with flesh and blood, independent thoughts and feelings.

How could she... how could she possibly devour her own daughter with her own hands?

"Mother."

Just then, Qin Wanwan suddenly spoke up.

Her voice was soft, yet it silenced the entire hall.

The girl slowly walked up to Qin Yuebai, a gentle smile on her face.

"Mother, the elders are right, this is the only way."

"Wanwan..."

Qin Yuebai's voice trembled.

"Mother, you don't need to blame yourself."

Qin Wanwan reached out and gently grasped Qin Yuebai's hand. Their faces, almost identical except for their body shape, were pressed together.

"I was always a part of you. Now that I've returned, it's like fallen leaves returning to their roots. Besides, you've become stronger, so you can protect Misty Rain Pavilion and everyone else. Isn't that wonderful?"

"No! I don't want to!"

Qin Yuebai stood up abruptly, her eyes already red.

"Wanwan, you are my daughter, how could I..."

"But you are also the owner of the Misty Rain Pavilion."

Qin Wanwan interrupted her, her face still bearing a smile.

"Mother, you taught me that sometimes we have to make choices. Now is that time."

"OP!"

"OP, please make a decision!"

"OP, time is running out!"

The elders' voices rang out again, each more urgent than the last.

Qin Yuebai's body was trembling.

She looked at Wanwan in front of her, at that face that resembled hers by seven parts, and at those clear eyes.

Her heart was bleeding.

"Mother."

Qin Wanwan suddenly hugged her and whispered in her ear.

"For the past ten years or so, I have been content to be by your side as your daughter. Now, let me do one last thing for you and for Yanyu Tower."

After saying that, she released her grip, took a step back, and closed her eyes.

"Mother, come here."

Qin Yuebai's tears finally welled up and spilled out.

Just when she was struggling to make up her mind—

boom!!!

A terrifying demonic aura suddenly descended from the sky!

The entire Misty Rain Pavilion shook violently!

"Hahaha! Qin Yuebai, are you saying goodbye to your daughter? How touching!"

A wild laugh echoed throughout the entire Misty Rain Pavilion.

Immediately afterwards, a figure shrouded in blood-red demonic energy tore through the void and descended above the Misty Rain Pavilion.

Blood Fiend Sect Master, Blood Without End!

Behind him followed dozens of elders and disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect, each exuding a strong demonic aura and killing intent.

"Blood Without Boundaries!"

Qin Yuebai looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with shock and anger.

"You...why did you come early? Wasn't it supposed to be two days?"

"Two days?"

Xue Wuya sneered.

"I've suddenly changed my mind. I think four days is too long, so I've come earlier. What, do you have a problem with that?"

"you!"

Qin Yuebai was so angry that she trembled all over.

She knew that Xue Wuyai was doing this on purpose!

He wanted to strike her unexpectedly, catching her completely off guard!

"All disciples of Yanyu Tower, listen to my command!"

Qin Yuebai took a deep breath and shouted sharply.

"Form ranks! Defend against the enemy!"

"yes!"

The disciples of Yanyu Tower reacted quickly, each unleashing their magical treasures to form a massive defensive formation.

but…

boom!

Xue Wuyai simply waved his hand, and the formation shattered instantly, as if it were made of paper!

Dozens of disciples from the Misty Rain Pavilion were blasted away, coughing up blood, their fates unknown!

"I have long since discovered the weaknesses of your Misty Rain Pavilion's formation."

Xue Wuyai sneered, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Qin Yuebai.

"Qin Yuebai, I'm giving you one last chance. Obediently come with me and become my furnace, and I might spare Yan Yu Lou's life. Otherwise..."

His gaze swept over the disciples of the Misty Rain Pavilion below, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.

"I will make the Misty Rain Pavilion awash in blood!"

……

……

Above the forest boundary, in the endless void.

The Boundary-Breaking Divine Ship floated there silently. Not to mention the 6th Realm, even the Saint Realm would not be able to see through this supreme imperial weapon.

On the deck of the Shenzhou, Jiang Yuan was leaning back in a recliner made of spirit jade, holding a cup of spirit tea, leisurely watching everything that was happening at the Misty Rain Pavilion below.

Fusheng stood respectfully to the side, his brows furrowing slightly as he looked at the defensive formation below, which was on the verge of collapse.

"Your Highness, the Blood Fiend Sect has already made its move."

"Yes, I saw it."

Jiang Yuan blew on the steam rising from the teacup and took a small sip.

"That Xue Wuyai has a decent cultivation level, mid-stage of the sixth realm, which is top-tier in this kind of small world."

Fusheng nodded, but his tone was dismissive.

"But that's all there is to it. Not to mention this old servant, even His Highness Jiang Yi could probably defeat him."

After the Chaos Sword Body was formed, Jiang Yi also received the title of "Your Highness".

"I know."

Jiang Yuan smiled. "But neither you nor Jiang Yi can make a move right now."

Fusheng was stunned for a moment, looking at him with some confusion.

"Your Highness, why?"

"The time is not right."

Jiang Yuan put down his teacup and looked down at the white-clad figure below.

Qin Yuebai was desperately trying to fend off Xue Wuya's attacks, and Qin Wanwan beside her was also doing her best to help.

Even when the two joined forces, they were still suppressed and forced to retreat.

"Uncle Fu, when do you think it would be the best time to make a move?"

Fusheng pondered for a moment.

"Naturally, it was when they were at their most desperate."

"That's right."

Jiang Yuan nodded. "Although they are at a disadvantage now, they are not yet in despair. Look at Qin Yuebai, there is still fighting spirit and hope in her eyes. If you save her at this time, she will at most be grateful, but she will not be devoted to you."

He stood up, walked to the edge of the deck, and looked down.

"Only when she is truly in dire straits, when she thinks everything is over, will I be able to offer timely help."

Fusheng suddenly realized.

"Your Highness is truly wise."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand.

"This isn't cleverness; it's human nature."

He turned to look at Fusheng.

"Uncle Fu, you've lived for so many years, you should understand one thing: adding flowers to brocade can never compare to providing charcoal in the snow."

"This old servant understands."

Fusheng bowed deeply, his eyes filled with admiration.

Although this prince is young, his grasp of people's hearts is already superb.

He truly deserves to be called the son of Emperor Hengyu.

Jiang Yuan sat back down in the recliner and picked up his teacup.

"Let's keep watching the show."

Beside him, Jiang Yi stood, his eyes fixed on the battle below.

His hand rested on the hilt of his sword at his waist, and he looked like a divine sword about to be drawn from its sheath, ready to strike at any moment.

"Your Highness, let me kill Xue Wuyai."

Jiang Yi's voice was calm, but it carried a murderous intent that seemed capable of annihilating everything.

"No rush."

Jiang Yuan laughed, "I'll let you kill as many as you want later."

Jiang Yi nodded and said nothing more, but his hand never left the hilt of the sword.

Ten guards, suppressed to the 10th realm, stood around the divine ship, each with a blank expression, like ten stone statues.

Their mission is singular—to protect Jiang Yuan.

They didn't care about the life or death of the ants below.