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

More than half a year later, in the city of chaos.

The name of this city is the best explanation for its character.

It sits atop a massive rift valley at the border between the Great Xia Dynasty and the Abyss Demon Realm. The city walls are constructed of unknown black boulders, covered with marks of chisels and dried dark red blood.

There are no laws here, no royal power; the only rule is "power."

Righteous cultivators, demonic giants, great saints of the demon race, desperate rogue cultivators... people from all walks of life mingle here, forming a strange balance.

When Jiang Yining led more than a dozen beast-drawn carriages to the city gate, they immediately attracted countless malicious gazes.

On the city wall, several ragged monks, reeking of blood, leaned lazily against the battlements, staring at everyone entering the city like vultures.

"Hey, where did this fat sheep come from? Look at this caravan, they've got quite a lot of stuff." A one-eyed cultivator licked his chapped lips, his eyes gleaming with greedy green light.

"A group of women and old men, and a baby? Tsk tsk, isn't this group just here to deliver vegetables?" Another man with a face full of scars chuckled.

"They dare to swagger into the Black Wind Gang's territory? They're courting death."

Inside the carriage, Jiang Yining took in the faces of these people through the gap in the curtain.

With a calm expression, she said to Jiang Hu beside her, "Tell everyone to stay alert. Once we enter the city, don't get into any arguments with anyone. Go directly to 'Bai Cao Tang' in the East Market. I've already sent word in advance that they've rented a courtyard there."

"Yes, Master." Jiang Hu gripped the long sword at his waist, his palms sweating profusely.

The atmosphere here was too oppressive. The pervasive smell of blood and violence made even a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining feel a sense of unease.

The convoy slowly drove into the city gate.

There were no checks, no guards, only pairs of eyes like hungry wolves.

The convoy had just entered the widest main street in the city and hadn't gone far.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, a thick log lay across the middle of the road, blocking the way.

A dozen or so fierce-looking, burly men poured out from the alleys on both sides of the street and surrounded the convoy.

The one in the lead was the one-eyed man on the city wall.

He carried a dagger wider than a door panel, walked to the lead animal-drawn cart, and banged on the cart with the back of the dagger.

"Get out of the car, you bastards!"

"The road was built by the Black Wind Gang, the trees were planted by the Black Wind Gang. If you want to pass through here, you'd better leave some money!"

Jiang Hu and the other disciples of the Enforcement Hall immediately drew their weapons, shielding the beast-drawn cart in the middle, and stood in tense confrontation with the group.

"Gentlemen, we are a caravan that has just arrived in your esteemed land. We are unfamiliar with the rules, so we hope you will be lenient with us." Steward Zhao stepped down from the carriage with trembling steps, took out a money bag full of low-grade spirit stones from his pocket, and stepped forward with a fawning smile.

The one-eyed man snatched the money bag, weighed it in his hand, and then threw it on the ground with disdain.

"Is this all you've got? Trying to fob us off like beggars?!" He sneered, his gaze sweeping over the young women in the caravan. "Leave the spirit stones, leave the goods, and the women... leave them too! The men, you can get lost!"

The burly men behind him burst into laughter.

"This is outrageous!" Jiang Hu's face flushed with anger, and he was about to rush forward.

"Jiang Hu, step back."

A cool, clear voice came from inside the carriage.

The carriage curtain was lifted by a pale white hand, and Jiang Yining, holding a child, slowly stepped out.

Today she was dressed in a black outfit, her long hair tied up high, looking less delicate than usual and more capable and ruthless like someone from the apocalypse.

The one-eyed man's gaze fell on Jiang Yining, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.

What an absolute beauty! Even with a child in tow, her figure and face are more alluring than any woman he's ever been with!

"Oh, the main character's out?" He licked his lips, his lewd gaze sweeping over Jiang Yining without restraint. "Little lady, if you obediently follow me, I guarantee you'll be able to walk with impunity in Chaos City!"

Jiang Yining ignored his foul language.

She simply lowered her head and whispered something to the little child in her arms who had kept a straight face the whole time.

"Dabao, someone is bullying Mommy."

Although he was less than a year old, Jiang Lei, whose height was like that of a three-year-old child, raised his head upon hearing this.

There was no anger in his purple-gold pupils, only indifference.

Jiang Lei jumped down from Jiang Yining's arms.

In his hand, he still held the small wooden sword that Jiang Yining had carved for him back in Qingyun City.

He took short strides and walked step by step to the group of burly men, then looked up at the one-eyed man who was several heads taller than him.

"You deserve to die."

The three words, spoken in a childish voice, carried an undeniable authority.

"Huh?!" The one-eyed man laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He and his men behind him were doubled over with laughter.

"What did that brat say? He said I deserve to die?"

"That's hilarious! Still breastfeeding? Go home and drink milk from your mother!"

After laughing enough, a hint of impatience and cruelty flashed across the one-eyed man's face.

"You little bastard, get out of my way! Or I'll chop you in two!"

As he spoke, he raised the demon-head knife in his hand.

However, his knife had not yet fallen.

A blur of incredible speed flashed by.

One-Eyed Dragon felt a chill on his wrist.

He looked down and saw that the hand that was holding the knife had... fallen to the ground.

The incision was smooth, and fresh blood gushed out.

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the long street.

No one saw what happened.

Only Jiang Yining, with her [Sword Heart Clarity], managed to capture that fleeting moment's trajectory.

It's Jiang Lei.

It was that three-year-old child.

He simply swung the wooden sword in his hand.

There was no sword energy, no spiritual light.

It's pure speed and pure power.

It was so fast that it exceeded the reaction limit of a Qi Refining stage cultivator.

"My hand! My hand!" The one-eyed man clutched his severed wrist and rolled frantically on the ground.

The smiles on the faces of the remaining burly men all froze.

Looking at the three-year-old child standing calmly in the pool of blood, holding a wooden sword, they felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

What... what kind of monster is this?!

"Attack together! Kill this little monster!"

Someone shouted.

The remaining dozen or so men mustered their courage, brandished their weapons, and charged forward fiercely.

Jiang Lei stood still, without moving an inch.

He simply raised the wooden sword in his hand again slowly.

This time, a faint purple electric light shone on his body.

He no longer used pure swordsmanship.

Instead, he channeled the lightning spiritual power within his body into the wooden sword.

"thunder."

He uttered a single word softly.

next second.

Centered on him, a purple electric grid composed of countless tiny electric snakes suddenly opened up.

"Sizzle—"

The burly men at the front didn't even have time to scream before they were engulfed by the electric fence. Instantly, their bodies convulsed, they foamed at the mouth, their hair stood on end, black smoke billowed from their bodies, and they fell straight down.

The remaining people were so frightened that they dared not go forward and turned to run away crying for their parents.

Jiang Lei did not pursue.

He simply dragged the small wooden sword and walked step by step to the one-eyed man who was still wailing on the ground.

The tip of the wooden sword gently pressed against the one-eyed man's brow.

The one-eyed man's screams stopped abruptly, and his body trembled like a leaf.

"No...don't kill me...spare me, sir! Spare me, sir!"

Jiang Lei tilted his head, seemingly deep in thought.

A moment later, he sheathed the wooden sword, turned around, and staggered back to Jiang Yining's side, handing her the blood-stained wooden sword as if showing off his trophy.

"Mother, it's clean now."

The streets were deathly silent.

The cultivators who had been waiting to see a good show were now all silent, their eyes filled with awe and fear as they looked at the Jiang family's caravan.

A three-year-old child, wielding only a sword, crippled more than a dozen members of the Black Wind Gang.

This is hardly a fat sheep.

From this day forward, everyone in the City of Chaos will remember one thing.

That new "orphan and widow" family that moved to the east of the city is not to be trifled with.

Especially that boy named Jiang Lei, who looks like a porcelain doll, is a menacing figure you shouldn't mess with.