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

"Steal? What makes you say that, fairy?"

Jiang Yining held the child, her face displaying a perfect blend of bewilderment and innocence.

He seemed completely baffled as to why Lin Qingxue had such a strong reaction.

But her heart was in her throat.

Become!

Lin Qingxue has taken the bait!

"You dare to argue!"

Lin Qingxue suddenly stood up, and her powerful aura caused the tables and chairs in the entire hall to shake.

She stared intently at Jiang Lei, her gaze as if she wanted to see right through the tiny baby, inside and out.

"The sword intent emanating from this child is Master's original sword intent! No one else in the world possesses it!"

"Speak! Did you do something to Master?!"

The flames of jealousy almost burst forth from Lin Qingxue's eyes.

The Master is such a noble being, like a deity in the heavens, not to be profaned.

She had followed her master for a hundred years, and even getting within three feet of him was a luxury.

But this mortal woman in front of him, and the child in her arms, actually possessed such a pure essence of the master!

This was even harder for her to accept than being killed.

"Fairy, I don't understand what you're saying..."

Holding her child, Jiang Yining retreated step by step, her face filled with terror. "My husband died young, and my child is a posthumous child. He has absolutely nothing to do with any Sword Master or Origin!"

The more realistic her performance, the more certain Lin Qingxue became.

"What a convenient 'nothing to do' statement!"

Lin Qingxue laughed in extreme anger, her laughter cold yet carrying a chilling murderous intent.

"Looks like you won't tell the truth unless I teach you a lesson!"

Before she finished speaking, she moved.

His figure blurred, leaving behind an afterimage.

A long, slender, fair hand, carrying a chilling sword aura, aimed straight for Jiang Yining's throat.

She didn't intend to kill Jiang Yining immediately. She wanted to cripple the woman's cultivation and use the Soul Searching Technique to dig out all her secrets little by little!

So fast!

Jiang Yining's pupils constricted.

The speed of a Golden Core cultivator was simply beyond her ability to react to.

She only had time to turn to the side, shielding Jiang Lei in her arms, while simultaneously channeling all the little spiritual energy she had into her back.

"puff--"

Lin Qingxue's palm did not strike Jiang Yining's throat, but instead landed on Jiang Yining's shoulder blade.

A chilling, bone-piercing sword aura instantly invaded her body, frantically damaging her meridians.

Jiang Yining was struck as if by a heavy blow, and she flew forward, crashing heavily into a pillar in the hall before sliding to the ground.

With a "whoosh," she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining her chest red.

Her internal organs felt like they were being shredded, and the excruciating pain made her vision go black in waves.

"mother!"

A childish shout, yet filled with boundless rage, resounded throughout the hall.

Jiang Lei, who had been held in Jiang Yining's arms, saw the blood at the corner of his mother's mouth. His originally indifferent purple eyes were instantly filled with a violent purple-gold lightning.

He rolled out of Jiang Yining's loosened embrace.

But he didn't cry.

The three-month-old baby wobbled to his feet.

He was still clutching the small wooden sword that Jiang Yining had given him for self-defense.

"You shouldn't... have hurt her."

Jiang Lei's voice was no longer the indistinct, childlike voice it used to be.

Every word was crystal clear, carrying an air of authority and indifference completely out of character for his age.

Lin Qingxue stopped moving.

She looked at the baby standing alone with some surprise.

Did he say that just now?

"Playing tricks!"

Lin Qingxue suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, but a sense of humiliation welled up inside her.

I was actually intimidated by a little baby?

She raised her hand again, this time targeting that arrogant brat.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

Just then.

Jiang Lei made a move.

He took a short step, and with an extremely clumsy yet profoundly meaningful trajectory, he swung the wooden sword forward.

There was no sword light.

There was no sword energy.

It didn't even make a sound.

That was just a child waving a toy.

A cruel sneer curled at the corners of Lin Qingxue's mouth.

However, the sarcasm on her face froze completely the next moment.

A wisp of sword light, thinner than a strand of hair and almost transparent, flashed past the tip of the wooden sword.

It is silent, yet incredibly fast.

It seemed to ignore the distance in space and the spiritual power protecting Lin Qingxue.

"Whoosh!"

A soft sound.

Lin Qingxue felt a chill on the top of her head.

She instinctively reached out and touched it.

The long, black, waterfall-like hair, which was tied up with a precious jade hairpin, broke off in the middle.

Her hair was loosened, and countless strands of black hair fell down like a black snow.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror.

Lin Qingxue froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

Her body was trembling uncontrollably, not from anger, but from a fear that came from the depths of her soul.

She looked down at her falling hair.

She looked up again at the child holding a wooden sword, who was coldly staring at her with a pair of purple-gold eyes.

That sword light...

The profound meaning contained within that sword light...

That was the prototype of the "Supreme Sword Intent of Forgetfulness"!

Although faint and immature, the true meaning of "forgetfulness" that severs all cause and effect and ignores all laws is not wrong!

How is this possible?!

This sword intent was created by my master and can only be cultivated by combining it with the "Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Technique".

Even if it were her, she only captured the form, not the spirit.

How could a baby less than a year old possibly... how could he possibly unleash such a sword strike?!

This sword not only severed her hair bun.

It also severed all her pride and confidence as a Golden Core sword cultivator!

"What...what exactly are you?"

For the first time, Lin Qingxue's voice trembled uncontrollably.