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

The rain pattered down, washing away the bloodstains in the courtyard.

On the ruins of the bedroom in the backyard of the Jiang family, the surrounding noise seemed to be cut off by an invisible hand.

Those cultivators who had been so arrogant just moments before froze in their tracks.

Someone's weapon slipped from their hand and fell into the puddle with a crisp clang.

Just moments before, they had witnessed their own Foundation Establishment stage sect leader being struck by a bolt of lightning and reduced to ashes.

And what caused all of this was just a newborn baby.

Jiang Yining, suspended above the ruins, exuded an aura as powerful as the rising tide.

With the birth of the child, the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree within the Dantian completed this round of "results".

An unprecedentedly pure and warm current surged from the roots of the sacred tree, continuously flowing into Jiang Yining's body.

This is the feedback from the "All-Knowing Fruit" after it matures.

The barrier at the seventh level of Qi Refining is as thin as a cicada's wing and would shatter at the slightest touch.

Qi Refining Level 8, Qi Refining Level 9... until the Great Perfection.

The rise in energy did not stop there.

A wave of air rippled outwards from her, causing the rain to fly obliquely.

Foundation building.

Under the tempering of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree, the spiritual power in her dantian condensed into a rare liquid purple-gold.

A crystal-clear platform was slowly built.

[Congratulations, Ningning! Your body's original lightning spiritual root wasn't pure, but it has now become the initial Nine Heavens Lightning Body.]

[Little Fruit inherited that man's talent, possessing innate sword bones and a clear sword heart. Furthermore, she has fused with your lightning spirit root, making her a perfect Nine Heavens Lightning Body.]

Jiang Yining opened her eyes, and a hint of purple appeared deep in her pupils.

She looked down at the little one in her arms.

The little one was blinking, looking at her curiously.

He spat out a tiny purple lightning bubble, which popped open in mid-air with a "pop," making him giggle.

"Good son."

Jiang Yining planted a gentle kiss on his rosy cheeks.

She glanced at Zhao Wuji, who was trying to retreat quietly, and her gaze turned cold.

"Lord Zhao, now that you're here, why the rush to leave?"

Zhao Wuji's body stiffened.

He no longer cared about the dignity of a city lord, and scrambled to his feet, kneeling down in the direction of Jiang Yining.

Wasn't it said that the Jiang family had a treasure? How come Jiang Yining gave birth to a monster?

Who exactly is this child's father?

"Jiang... Fairy Jiang! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

"It was all Li Tu's doing! I was coerced!"

"I am an official appointed by the imperial court; you cannot kill me! Otherwise, the Great Xia Dynasty will surely pursue the matter!"

Jiang Yining, holding her child, walked barefoot down into the void.

With each step, a lotus flower formed from lightning blooms beneath one's feet.

"Misunderstand?"

She asked softly, making a gesture with one hand.

"Zheng—"

A lost longsword, drawn by her, pierced through the rain and flew into her hand.

As soon as she grasped the longsword, a sharp sword intent emanated from her.

"You just said you were going to reprimand my Jiang family?"

Jiang Yining flicked her wrist, and a purple sword aura slashed through the rain.

The sword energy was so fast that Zhao Wuji's plea for mercy was cut short before he could utter it again.

His eyes widened, and he clutched his throat tightly with both hands.

Crimson blood gushed from between his fingers.

"you……"

The man's body fell unwillingly into the muddy water, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

A city lord in the early stages of Foundation Establishment was killed with a single sword strike.

The remaining invaders, seeing this scene, lost even the last shred of hope.

"Run!"

"She's a monster!"

The crowd was terrified, abandoning their armor and weapons, and fled in all directions.

"run?"

Jiang Yining looked at them expressionlessly.

The baby in her arms seemed to sense her mother's emotions, excitedly waving its little fists.

"Eeya!"

With that shout, several tiny electric snakes shot out from the little guy's body.

Instead of attacking, they burrowed into the longsword in Jiang Yining's hand.

The sword was immediately enveloped in lightning, transforming into a true sword of thunder.

"Today, I have taken half a step into the Jiang family."

Jiang Yining raised her sword to the sky, the tip pointing towards the heavens.

"Leave them all."

The thunderclouds that had not yet dissipated in the sky seemed to have received a king's command.

Thousands of electric snakes surged and converged at the tip of her sword.

Jiang Yining swung her sword at the crowd.

A massive fan-shaped bolt of lightning, like a raging torrent, enveloped the entire front yard.

The screams were barely audible before they were completely swallowed up by the deafening thunder.

Those cultivators in the Qi Refining stage were as fragile as paper in the face of this sea of ​​thunder.

Rainwater mixed with blood was further evaporated by the high temperature.

The air was filled with a strange smell of burning and blood.

A moment later, the Jiang family could no longer find a single intruder standing.

Jiang Yining stood amidst the chaos, the child in her arms already asleep, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Her plain white mourning clothes were spotless.

Only a single drop of blood slid down the blade from the tip of the sword and dripped into the muddy water.

On the distant rooftops, some scouts who had originally planned to sit back and watch the fight turn into fear, some of whom slid off the roof tiles in terror.

Jiang Yining turned her head, her gaze sweeping lightly over those directions.

It was like looking at a few insignificant ants.

"roll."

A single word, yet it contained the divine pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, crashing heavily into the hearts of those people.

After a few muffled groans, the figures tumbled and crawled away into the depths of the night.

After this night, the power structure of Qingyun City is destined to be reshuffled.

Jiang Yining dismissed her longsword, and her fierce aura gradually subsided.

She looked down at her sleeping son in her arms, her gaze softening completely.

"baby."

Jiang Yining reached out her finger and gently touched her son's chubby cheek.

"From now on, your name will be... Jiang Lei."

"My daughter and I will cut through all the injustices in this world."

The rain stopped sometime ago.

On the eastern horizon, a sliver of dawn broke through the thick clouds.

The morning light shone down on the dilapidated courtyard of the Jiang family, and also illuminated the sleeping face in her arms.

Jiang Yining, carrying her child and leading the women of the Jiang family, walked step by step toward the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall's doors slowly opened.

As she leaned on her cane, Old Madam Jiang looked at her granddaughter bathed in the morning light, her eyes welling up with tears.

Her eldest granddaughter, as beautiful as a flower bud, desperately tried to break through the foundation barrier after losing both her father and mother.

He was crippled by defeat, but he rose again with tears of blood, and stood up for the Jiang family...

"Ning'er, you've suffered so much."

Hearing this, Jiang Yining felt a warmth in her heart, walked to her grandmother, and handed the child in her arms to her.

"Grandma, don't overthink it. Look at your great-grandson."

A gentle smile appeared on her face, making her seem like a completely different person from the girl who had just killed dozens of people in an instant.

Jiang Yining's gaze swept over the memorial tablets in the hall; two-thirds of the Jiang family had died in the battle to defend the city.

They knew they couldn't retreat; if the cultivators retreated, the innocent people in the city would become food for the monsters.

After each battle, he would use his family fortune to rebuild the city walls and provide relief to the people.

They protected the people, but their own people ended up as someone else's meal.

Throughout history, heroes have always faced a dilemma: whether to save a whole region or to save just one person.

"Our Jiang family will get better and better in the future."