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

Chu Jinglan stopped moving.

He stared at the raised middle finger, momentarily unable to grasp the meaning of the gesture, but the child's eyes held an undisguised contempt and provocation.

This child...

Before he could think it through, a strong surge of divine energy entered his mind.

That wasn't language, but a pure exchange of consciousness.

[Old Deng, trying to get something for nothing? No way.]

Old Deng? Freebie?

Chu Jinglan's brow twitched slightly. He had never heard of these words before, but judging from the emotions conveyed by the divine sense, they didn't seem to be any kind of honorifics.

This little guy hasn't even learned to call me "Dad" yet, but he's already learned something else?

Give him to me.

Chu Jinglan took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing the strange feeling in his heart.

With a slight movement, he traversed the sky and appeared silently on the terrace.

He reached out his hand towards the floating baby, his movements almost cautious, as if afraid of disturbing this rare treasure.

"Don't touch him!"

Jiang Yining had just broken through to the Golden Core stage, and her aura was still somewhat unstable. When she saw Chu Jinglan trying to snatch the child, she rushed over without thinking.

But as soon as she moved, she was frozen in place by a gentle force.

"Yi Ning, stop fooling around."

Chu Jinglan's gaze never left the child. "This child possesses the Purple Star Emperor Physique. If he stays in this desolate land, his talent might be buried. Only by returning to the capital with me and receiving the best education can he realize his potential."

"fart!"

Jiang Yining grew anxious. "That's my child! You only contributed a seed, why should you reap the rewards?"

"Because I am his father, the only demigod in the world."

Chu Jinglan's tone remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable weight.

His hand was less than three inches away from the child.

Just then.

The little baby who had been grinning at him suddenly stopped smiling.

In those large, clear black and white eyes, countless intricate runes seemed to flow, each rune seemingly containing some profound truth of the universe.

Come in!

That immature yet arrogant divine thought resounded once more.

Om-!

The floor beneath Chu Jinglan's feet suddenly lit up.

No, not just the terrace floor.

It's the entire ground of Jiangcheng!

The seemingly chaotic street layout, the locations of the stone houses hastily built by the refugees, and even the orientation of every brick and stone on the city wall, were all connected into a whole at this moment.

Chu Jinglan's gaze swept across the entire city, and a sense of foreboding suddenly arose in his heart. This was no hastily built city; it was clearly a huge trap that had been laid long ago.

boom!

Nine beams of earth-yellow light shot into the sky, instantly trapping Chu Jinglan within them.

This pillar of light is not made of spiritual energy, but rather borrows the earth vein dragon energy that has been dormant for ten thousand years beneath the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains!

Erbao's breath of imperial dragon energy seemed to be the catalyst, the key to unlocking the underground dragon vein.

"What?!"

Chu Jinglan's expression finally changed.

He felt the space around him become viscous, and a heavy pressure was squeezing in from all directions.

Even though he was a powerful being in the Integration Stage, he couldn't help but feel his body sink slightly in the face of this force, which was almost as great as heaven and earth.

"Charge!"

The baby uttered two words indistinctly.

That was the first time he had spoken since he was born.

Although his voice was childish, it carried a strange sense of authority.

Click click click!

The formation is activated.

Countless wind blades, ground spikes, and even void turbulence intertwined and clashed in that confined space.

The power of this formation far surpasses that of ordinary mountain-protecting formations.

"Good lad!"

Chu Jinglan laughed instead of getting angry.

As he raised his protective aura to withstand the dense attacks, he watched his son, who was floating outside the formation watching the show.

The methods, the scheming, the planning.

Whose newborn child could set up such a formation that could even slightly restrain the fusion stage?

This is beyond what can be described as genius.

"As expected of my son, Chu Jinglan's child!"

Chu Jinglan shouted, his eyes full of admiration, "But you're still too green to trap your father!"

He put one hand behind his back and pushed forward sharply with the other.

"Upright and righteous spirit drives away all evil!"

boom!

A vast expanse of white light erupted from his palm, creating a space around him.

Confucian and Taoist practitioners cultivate a vital energy. As long as this vital energy remains, one can resist many external invasions.

But Erbao doesn't seem to intend to let it go so easily.

He waved his little hand and pointed at Jiang Lei, who was standing next to him in a daze.

Bro, chop him up!

Telepathic communication.

Jiang Lei had just gone through a major battle and was still somewhat weak, but he couldn't refuse his younger brother's request.

He did not hesitate.

The small figure carrying the heavy black iron sword suddenly rushed into the edge of the formation.

"cut!"

Without wasting words, Jiang Lei mobilized the little spiritual power he had left and unleashed a sword strike at Chu Jinglan's protective aura.

This sword strike possessed the power of thunder and the sharpness of swordsmanship.

Normally, this sword might not even have touched the hem of Chu Jinglan's clothes.

But right now, Chu Jinglan's mind is mostly occupied by the great formation, and he also has to focus on fighting against the earth vein dragon energy.

Oh!

A soft tearing sound rang out.

That resilient and righteous aura was actually cleaved open by this sword strike, leaving a small gash.

And at the very moment this mouth appeared.

Erbao seized this opportunity.

He opened his little mouth and made a "pfft" sound.

A breath of innate purple energy transformed into a tiny purple needle, which shot into the opening.

The target was Chu Jinglan's nose.

Snapped.

A soft sound.

Chu Jinglan felt a stinging sensation in his nose, and a warm liquid flowed uncontrollably down his face. He instinctively reached up to touch it, and his fingertips were stained with bright red blood.

His ever-present pair of gold-rimmed glasses were also knocked askew by this clever force, hanging askew on one ear, making him look somewhat comical.

Suddenly, the wind stopped, and the roar of the formation subsided.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.

That powerful imperial tutor, hailed as a sage of his time...

Got hit?

He got his nosebleed from being hit by a newborn baby and a three-year-old.

"Pfft."

Jiang Yining finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She leaned against the wall, laughing so hard she could barely stand up straight.

"Chu Jinglan, you've finally met your match!"

Looking at the slightly disheveled man, she felt as if she had vented half of her anger.

Let you put on airs, let you act superior.

How does it feel to be defeated by your own son?

Chu Jinglan, inside the formation, slowly reached out and touched the warmth under his nose.

Looking at the crimson stain on his fingertip, his gaze became very complicated.

There seemed to be no anger in it.

Instead, there's an absurd sense of pride... after being beaten, yet feeling "this kid is really strong."

But he was, after all, the emperor's tutor.

We have to get our revenge.

"very good."

Chu Jinglan adjusted his glasses and casually wiped away the blood from his nose. His imposing aura, however, seemed undiminished; instead, it gained an air of unfathomable depth.

"Since you want to play, then I, the king, will play with you properly."

He took a step.

Boom!

The entire earth trembled violently.

Instead of breaking the formation, he directly used his own cultivation to forcibly suppress the underground dragon vein!

The nine beams of light extinguished instantly.

Jiangcheng's grand formation has been broken.

Chu Jinglan walked out of the ruins step by step. Although his clothes were a little messy and his hair was disheveled, the oppressive aura emanating from him was even more pronounced than before.

He walked up to Jiang Yining, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Lei who was blocking her way, and finally landing on Erbao, who was still floating in mid-air with a "this old man is something else" expression on his face.

"Have you made enough of a scene?"

Chu Jinglan's voice was soft, yet it carried a hint of helplessness.

"Enough of this fuss, let's talk about terms."