Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

The Cold Abyss is called a forbidden area because it is shrouded in a cold, yin energy that can freeze and crack a cultivator's meridians year-round.

With every step Jiang Yining took, she felt as if razor blades were scraping inside her lungs.

Given her current physical condition, even a first-tier demonic beast could easily tear her apart.

But she had no way out.

The withered wood within her dantian trembled more and more violently, and the feeling of hunger had transformed into tangible pain, forcing her to keep moving forward.

It's almost there, just ahead.

That enticing aroma.

It is the spiritual essence contained in the blood of a top-tier expert, which is a fatal temptation for the current withered tree.

Jiang Yining affixed a concealment talisman and pushed aside the frost-covered bushes in front of her.

The sight before her made her pupils shrink slightly.

The once perpetually unfrozen pool was now covered with a thick layer of blood-red ice.

In the center of that blood-red ice, a man sat cross-legged.

He was shirtless, with long hair hanging loose, wearing only a tattered red robe, and most of his body was submerged in the icy water.

Even from dozens of feet away, Jiang Yining could still feel the terrifying pressure emanating from that man.

That is a power that transcends this world.

This man is ridiculously strong.

But at this moment, his condition was clearly not right.

Countless visible crimson lines crawled across his pale skin like venomous snakes, fiercely resisting the surrounding cold air and making a hissing sound.

White steam rose, obscuring his face.

Jiang Yining held her breath, her heart pounding.

The Divine Tree of Myriad Spirits trembled wildly in her mind, its greedy thirst almost overwhelming her reason.

It wanted to rush over and burrow its roots into the man's veins.

Jiang Yining bit her tongue hard, using the pain to force herself to stay awake.

We can't force it.

Even if a powerful person of this level is on the verge of death, they could crush her with a single finger.

We need to wait for the right opportunity.

May all the gods and deities of the heavens bless this humble woman so that she may successfully collect the honey!

Praying to God is useless, but the end times are too despairing. Jiang Yining learned from an old man who was smiling before he died that he had a funny way of comforting himself with his rambling.

Even in the apocalypse, people aren't allowed to act crazy?

Time passed by, second by second.

The man's breathing grew heavier, his voice filled with suppressed extreme pain and unbearable agony.

The voice made Jiang Yining blush and her heart race. She had never known that a man could moan so passionately.

Could he have been drugged? A drug that even a big shot couldn't suppress must be very potent.

Heaven helped her.

Jiang Yining gripped the knife in her hand tightly and quietly stepped closer.

All you need to do is get close to him, steal a little blood, or cut a lock of his hair.

Cultivation masters compress ordinary spiritual energy into spiritual essence and store it in their flesh and blood. Even a little bit of this essence is equivalent to the spiritual energy contained in a top-grade spirit stone.

The man suddenly let out a low growl, and the chilling aura around him instantly went out of control, exploding in all directions.

"boom!"

The surrounding trees instantly turned into ice sculptures, then shattered into powder.

Jiang Yining was thrown back by the blast wave and crashed heavily into the rocks behind her.

The concealment spell was immediately broken, and her figure was revealed in the air.

"who!"

The man in the icy pool suddenly opened his eyes; what kind of eyes were they?

Crimson red like blood, yet exuding a bone-chilling cold, reason and madness were violently torn apart within it.

His gaze locked onto Jiang Yining, filled with undisguised murderous intent.

Jiang Yining felt as if all the blood in her body had frozen.

There is no escape.

[Ancestors of the Jiang family, please bless little Jiang so he can succeed in his scam!]

Jiang Yining trembled, her face showing just the right amount of fear.

"My lord, please...please don't kill me...I just came to gather herbs..."

Jiang Yining cried as she crawled backward on her hands and feet.

Dressed in tattered mourning clothes and carrying a bamboo basket, she looked exactly like an innocent girl who had wandered into forbidden territory to gather herbs.

Ji Lingxiao's vision was somewhat blurry.

The "Heavenly Demon Burning Passion Poison" within his body is burning away his sword heart.

What he saw was not a woman, but a blurry shadow, carrying a fragrance that captivated him.

For Ji Lingxiao, who was currently suffering from being burned alive, searching for an antidote was his instinct.

But as the Supreme Elder of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, how could Ji Lingxiao, who had lived for a thousand years, willingly be controlled by the love poison?

If he hadn't met Jiang Yining, he would definitely have been able to control her. However, the top-grade medicinal fragrance emanating from the divine tree within her body was something that no living being could resist.

"roll……"

Ji Lingxiao gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word, but his right hand rose uncontrollably.

An invisible suction force suddenly erupted.

Jiang Yining cried out in surprise, her body flying uncontrollably toward the icy pool.

"thump!"

The icy cold water instantly submerged her.

The next second, a large, scalding hot hand gripped the back of her neck and roughly lifted her up.

The distance between the two instantly closed to nose-to-nose.

Jiang Yining finally got a good look at the big shot's face.

His eyebrows were like ink paintings, and his sideburns were like knife cuts. Even in this disheveled moment, his face was still breathtakingly handsome.

But at this moment, his face was covered with blood-red patterns, making him look eerie and dangerous.

"It smells so good..."

Ji Lingxiao's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his voice hoarse beyond belief.

"Get out of here..."

The word "get lost" was still on her lips, but the man's body pressed against hers honestly.

Jiang Yining shivered from the heat emanating from his body.

She felt like she was holding a red-hot coal.

[Take action, unleash your spiritual energy...]

The restless movement of the sacred tree reminded Jiang Yining that they all wanted to live, even a piece of wood had the instinct to survive.

With just skin contact, the spiritual energy emanating from the powerful figure made Jiang Yining feel the previously withered divine tree reviving.

This is top-quality nutrition!

The fear in Jiang Yining's eyes faded, and she recalled the countless crises she had avoided by feigning helplessness in the early days of the apocalypse.

She struggled deliberately, but was held captive by the man and slumped into his arms, her hands helplessly pressed against his chest.

"Senior...are you in pain? Can you let go of me? I'll definitely find a way to help you!"

Jiang Yining brushed her lips against his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

This gentle touch, however, was like a wildfire.

The last shred of clarity in Ji Lingxiao's eyes shattered completely.

He suddenly grabbed the woman's slender waist and pressed her tightly against him, with such force that it seemed he wanted to knead her into his very bones.

"Don't run away..."

At this moment, even the lofty Sword Master could not resist the fragrance of the Myriad Spirit Divine Wood.

The water in the cold pool is boiling.

Amidst the interplay of ice and fire, Jiang Yining endures a relentless onslaught.

The roots of the Myriad Spirit Tree pierced into the opponent's aura invisibly, devouring the vast and boundless spiritual energy.

"Ouch!" Jiang Yining's pupils dilated; every inch of her body was numb.

[Damn, this man doesn't look like a big guy, how come he's so... mismatched...]

But within this pain lies the joy of regaining strength.

Jiang Yining gripped the man's broad back tightly, her fingernails leaving bloody marks on his skin.

She soon experienced the benefits of a strong silhouette.

She ran her fingers through the top of the man's head and, taking advantage of his momentary lapse in consciousness, secretly plucked off the boss's silky hair.

This is a hunt where the prey is used as bait.

The positions of hunter and prey were quietly reversed that night.