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

A sword light descended from the sky.

The light, cold and clear like the moon, pierced the hazy sky above Qingyun City, like an icy river descending from the heavens.

The few cultivators in the city, whatever they were doing, stopped what they were doing and stared at the sky in horror.

The sword light did not linger at the city lord's mansion, but instead hovered directly above the Jiang family residence.

The Jiang family is no longer the dilapidated place it was three months ago.

The vermilion gate had been repainted, and two brand-new stone lions stood in front of it. Jiang Yining had embedded the lowest-grade spirit stones in their eyes, forming a simple warning array.

The courtyard inside the mansion was swept clean, and the servants under the eaves walked hurriedly yet in an orderly manner.

Jiang Yining sensed a powerful divine sense and instantly flashed to the front gate, followed by several tense-looking clansmen.

She wore a simple blue dress today, her long hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her face, without any makeup, was taut.

The light faded, and a figure appeared.

The woman was dressed in a plain white gown, her skirt fluttering in the air without wind. Fine sword energy condensed around her, forming translucent ice crystals that slowly drifted down.

Her face was as cold and aloof as snow, her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, like an ice sculpture, yet she carried a sense of detachment that kept people at a distance.

The peak of the early stage of the Golden Core realm.

Jiang Yining's heart sank.

The woman's gaze fell directly on Jiang Yining.

One who is high above, like a god in the clouds.

A figure standing tall amidst the dust, yet with a spine held straight.

Lin Qingxue's steps were very light, her toes barely touching the ground without stirring up a speck of dust.

But every step felt like a heavy weight pressing on the hearts of the Jiang family members, making it hard to breathe.

Her gaze swept over Jiang Yining, and her beautiful brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Why does this woman possess such a familiar aura...?

It felt like the aura of a master.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when Lin Qingxue extinguished it with a self-deprecating laugh.

How could that be?

How could someone as upright and noble as my master have any connection with an ordinary woman from a remote border town?

It's probably just an illusion.

Lin Qingxue attributed this unusual behavior to the fact that the other party had practiced some kind of unorthodox cultivation technique.

Just then, an elderly woman holding a child walked out from behind Jiang Yining.

Jiang Lei, who was in Elder Mei's arms, was holding a small wooden sword and poking her arm intermittently.

He seemed to sense the scrutinizing aura emanating from Lin Qingxue, which made him very uncomfortable.

Her little brows furrowed, and she let out a soft, dissatisfied snort.

Lin Qingxue's gaze was drawn to the soft hum.

It started as just a casual glance.

The next moment, her clear, cold pupils suddenly contracted.

Deep within her icy eyes, a raging fire ignited.

"Born with the spirit of a sword!"

Lin Qingxue almost blurted out the words without thinking.

Born with the bones of a sword!

Legend has it that one in ten thousand possesses the supreme talent, born for the sword!

She cultivated diligently for a hundred years, enduring countless hardships, but only through the accumulation of resources from the sect did she forge a top-tier sword physique.

And this infant in front of us, still in swaddling clothes and smelling of milk, actually... actually has a natural sword bone!

The flames of jealousy instantly consumed her reason.

The steward named Wang Tong, who was sent by the master to investigate, mentioned in the jade slip sent back to the sect that this child seemed to be somewhat extraordinary.

She initially thought it was just an outer disciple who was inexperienced and exaggerating.

Unexpectedly, it was such an incredible opportunity!

Lin Qingxue no longer concealed her purpose, nor did she bother to ask any further questions about the thunderstorm phenomenon.

Her voice regained its coldness and arrogance, carrying an unquestionable tone of command.

"I want to take this child back to the Lingxiao Sword Sect."

Elder Mei was shocked upon hearing this: "Fairy, we did not register for the Lingxiao Sword Sect's disciple selection!"

Jiang Yining stepped forward, completely shielding Elder Mei and the child behind her.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator fighting an Early Golden Core cultivator head-on would undoubtedly die.

My brain is working at lightning speed.

"You jest, fairy."

"He is my son, the heir of the Jiang family, and he will not go anywhere."

"Oh."

Lin Qingxue let out a disdainful sneer.

The pressure of the Golden Core stage was released without reservation.

The oppressive force was like an invisible snow mountain, crashing down with a deafening roar.

"Click—click—"

The hard bluestone pavement in front of the Jiang family's house was cracked inch by inch, with spider web-like cracks spreading in all directions.

The spiritual light on the two stone lions flickered for a moment, then completely dimmed, turning into a pile of rubble.

The clansmen standing behind Jiang Yining didn't even have time to groan before their eyes rolled back and they fainted.

Elder Mei's face was ashen, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, yet he still held the child in his arms tightly.

Of all the people in the room, only Jiang Yining remained standing.

The mountain-like pressure made her bones groan in unbearable agony.

Her body swayed violently, and her face turned deathly pale.

A thin trickle of crimson blood slowly slid down the corner of her mouth.

But her gaze grew increasingly cold.

Jiang Yining said sternly, "Everyone says that the Lingxiao Sword Sect is the number one righteous sect, so why are you forcibly taking away a child from our small family!"

"You mere Foundation Establishment stage cultivator dares to negotiate with me?"

Lin Qingxue looked at Jiang Yining, who was struggling to hold on, with contempt in her eyes.

"It is his good fortune that I took him away; it is a blessing that your mortal family could not attain in several lifetimes."

Xiao Jianglei seemed to sense his mother's predicament.

For the first time, a terrifying killing intent erupted from his obsidian-like eyes.

That's not the look a baby should have.

That was the indifference of those in power, the fury at ants provoking the majesty of the gods.

Little Jiang Lei let out a low growl, childish yet full of anger, at Lin Qingxue.

"what!"

Those eyes possessed an air of dominance over the world, which suddenly made Lin Qingxue feel that they were exactly the same as her master's eyes.

Lin Qingxue was momentarily stunned by that look.

Her heart skipped a beat for no reason, and the natal flying sword in her spiritual palace, which was connected to her mind, let out a faint mournful cry.

It was as if they were afraid. How could this be!

Lin Qingxue felt greatly humiliated and became furious.

How dare an ordinary child, a toddler who can't even walk steadily, look at her like that? How dare he release murderous intent towards her?

She raised her hand, and a wisp of pale white sword energy condensed at her long, slender, and fair fingertips, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

"It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know what the wrath of Heaven is."