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

The scorching breath brushed against her earlobe, and Jiang Yining froze in his arms.

Beneath Chu Jinglan's gentle and refined mask lies a ferocious beast capable of devouring its prey without a sound.

She could clearly feel that the man's arms around her waist, seemingly gentle, were actually as strong as iron, and the power they contained made it impossible for her to break free even a little.

Failed.

This man's physical strength far exceeded her expectations; he was probably at the point where even magical artifacts couldn't harm him.

The myriad spirits tree in the dantian was restless, showing both a fervent desire for the nearby "nutrients" and a fear of being suppressed by its natural enemy.

Jiang Yining's mind raced.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper, her body went limp like a spring pond, and she practically clung to Chu Jinglan.

She tilted her head back, her misty eyes shimmering with tears, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Sir...you smell so good..."

She reached out her other hand, like a drunkard seeking support, and clung to Chu Jinglan's shoulder, her fingertips lightly brushing against his neck.

Chu Jinglan tightened his grip on her arm.

Was this woman certain he wouldn't kill her here? Or did she have something else to rely on?

"Jiang Yining!"

Chu Shuwen, who was standing to the side, could no longer contain himself; he felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger.

The woman he had broken off their engagement with, the woman who had cheated on him, was now actually seducing his most respected uncle right in front of him!

This is simply throwing his face on the ground and trampling on it repeatedly!

"Have you no shame?!" he roared, about to charge forward.

"sit down."

Chu Jinglan didn't turn around, but simply uttered two words.

The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry some profound truth of the universe. Chu Shuwen's forward-moving body suddenly froze, as if bound by invisible shackles. His legs went weak, and he sat heavily back in his chair, unable to move any further.

Jiang Yining felt a chill run down her spine.

Words become law; is this the power of a semi-saint in Confucianism and Taoism?

"It seems the young lady is not going to tell the truth."

Chu Jinglan looked down at the woman in his arms, the curve of his lips unchanged, but the warmth in his eyes behind his glasses had vanished.

"Fine."

He let go.

Jiang Yining took two steps back, looking exhausted, and grabbed the edge of the table for support.

"Since you enjoy acting, I'll provide you with an even bigger stage."

Chu Jinglan slowly straightened the wrinkled collar of her clothes, and then took out a scroll from her sleeve.

The scroll was extremely ancient, its material unrecognizable; the moment it was unfurled, the light in the entire private room dimmed.

A vast and boundless aura, seemingly encompassing mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, emanated from it.

A map depicting the mountains, rivers, and the state!

Jiang Yining's heart leaped into her throat; she recognized this legendary treasure!

"Shuwen, your Dao heart is unstable, and you have been unable to sever your emotional ties and reach the pinnacle of your cultivation."

Chu Jinglan turned his gaze to his good-for-nothing nephew: "Today, your uncle will help you one last time."

"I will send you and Miss Jiang into this world of paintings to experience a love tribulation."

"You'll fall in love with her inside, and then you'll kill her with your own hands."

"Once you kill her, your ruthless path will be complete."

His words were as casual as if he were simply saying that the weather was nice today.

But the content of his words made Chu Shuwen's face turn deathly pale, devoid of any color.

"No... Uncle! I don't want to!"

He shook his head in horror.

Chu Jinglan ignored him and looked at Jiang Yining as if admiring a beautiful tool that was about to be put to use.

"As for you, Jiang Yining."

"Consider this the price you pay for offending me."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

The landscape painting unfolded completely in the air with a "whoosh".

The painting depicts not ink and brushstrokes, but a chaotic nebula, slowly rotating.

An irresistible suction force emanated from the painting, enveloping the entire room.

The tables, chairs, cups, and even the spiritual energy in the air began to distort and be swallowed by the painting.

Jiang Yining felt as if her soul was being torn out of her body. She struggled desperately, but in the face of such immense power, her struggles were like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Finished!

Once caught up in this illusion and following Chu Jinglan's script, one is doomed!

Just as her consciousness was about to be pulled away.

"Hungry……"

Within his dantian, the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree, which had been suppressed for so long, erupted completely at the critical moment of life and death.

"Buzz—!"

The phantom of that withered branch grew wildly in her dantian, and countless fine roots, like greedy tentacles, pierced through the barriers of space and fiercely stabbed towards the Mountain and River Map in the opposite direction!

It wants to devour the very essence of this magical artifact!

"What?!"

Chu Jinglan, who was controlling the magical artifact, changed his expression for the first time.

A mixture of shock and astonishment appeared on his perpetually calm face.

His own natal magic weapon was grappling with an unknown force, and... it showed signs of getting out of control!

not good!

Chu Jinglan wanted to sever the connection, but it was too late.

The frenzied backlash of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree clashed violently with the power of the Mountain and River Map.

"boom!!!"

The entire private room was completely silent.

Instead, there was an intense white light.

The white light devoured everything.

Chu Jinglan, Jiang Yining, and Chu Shuwen all sank into the illusion within the picture.