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

"Faster! Faster!"

A convoy of dozens of enormous beast-drawn chariots was speeding along the rugged mountain road.

The wheels crunched over the gravel, making a "crunching" sound.

Jiang Yining stood on the roof of the lead beast-drawn carriage, her black cloak fluttering in the wind.

She glanced back at the direction of Zhenyao Pass, which had now become a tiny black dot.

Jiang Yining's complexion was not good.

Although she had temporarily gotten rid of Chu Jinglan, she felt that it was only temporary.

She had witnessed that man's abilities and would likely find some clues soon.

She estimated that the effects of the Forget-Dust Water might only delay the progress of a half-saint for three to five days.

Jiang Yining needs to go to a place that he can't find in the next few days.

"Mother, where are we going?" Jiang Lei, holding his Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, stood beside Jiang Yining, his little face flushed red from the wind.

"Go to... a place where there is no law." Jiang Yining took out the tattered animal skin map from her bosom and ran her finger across it.

Jiang Yining already had a preliminary plan in mind—to go deep into the Ten Thousand Mountains, the core territory of the demon race.

That place seemed to be a forbidden zone that neither the Human Immortal Alliance nor the Imperial Dynasty could reach.

She had heard that the demon race was xenophobic and not very friendly to humans, but that was precisely why it might be a suitable hiding place.

As long as a powerful demon king can be found as a temporary ally, even if Chu Jinglan comes to find him personally, he will probably have to be cautious.

"Master, the road ahead... seems wrong." Wang Mazi, who was driving the carriage, suddenly pulled on the reins, his voice trembling slightly.

Jiang Yining looked ahead.

A thick black fog had risen from the mountains ahead.

The fog was somewhat thick, blocking out the sunlight.

The surrounding trees also became twisted and grotesque, with patterns on their bark that seemed to resemble human faces, and a stench permeated the air.

"It's demonic energy!"

Wang Mazi's expression changed: "We...we seem to have taken the wrong path. This is 'Fallen Demon Ridge,' the border between the Demon Realm and the Monster Realm!"

The Demon Realm… Jiang Yining’s heart skipped a beat.

She only wanted to escape as quickly as possible, but in her panic, she strayed from her intended path and plunged into a place even more dangerous than the demon territory.

Jiang Yining had heard that demonic cultivators were a group of creatures even more incomprehensible than demonic beasts.

The cultivation techniques they practice seem to mostly require consuming the essence and soul of living beings.

Having possessed the Myriad Spirits Divine Wood and recently given birth to her second child, her life essence was exceptionally abundant, probably no different from a top-quality tonic in the eyes of demonic cultivators.

"Turn around! Turn around immediately!" Jiang Yining stopped before she could finish speaking.

It's too late.

"Hehehe... Such vibrant life force, such delicious flesh and blood..."

A strange laugh came from the black mist all around.

A dozen or so figures dressed in tattered black robes, their bodies wreathed in black demonic energy, emerged from the forest and surrounded the entire convoy.

Their eyes were blood red, gleaming with greed, like a pack of wild beasts that had caught the scent of blood. Their gaze swept back and forth between Jiang Yining and the women and children on the cart.

"A female cultivator at the early stage of Golden Core, and so many juniors at Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment...tsk tsk, we've really struck gold today!" The leader, a demonic cultivator with a face covered in pustules, stuck out his long tongue and licked his lips. "Especially that woman, if I drain her dry, my cultivation will at least increase by one small realm!"

"Big brother, that younger one is pretty good too!" Another demonic cultivator, as thin as a bamboo pole, pointed at Jiang Lei, his eyes gleaming with greed. "He has a natural sword bone; he's excellent material! Capture him and refine him into a sword slave; he'll definitely be powerful!"

Wang Mazi and the other guards gripped their weapons tightly, their palms sweating.

Although they outnumbered each other, Wang Mazi, the most powerful among them, was only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, while the opposing side had three demonic cultivators at the Golden Core stage alone.

How should we fight this battle?

"Fight them!" Wang Mazi roared to encourage himself, and drew his long sword.

"Fight? With a bunch of trash like you?" The festering-faced demonic cultivator sneered disdainfully, waving his hand.

A black demonic aura transformed into a gigantic ghostly claw, lunging towards Wang Mazi.

Wang Mazi slashed at the ghost claw with all his might, but only a shallow white mark was left.

The ghost claw seemed to strike without hesitation, sending him and his knife flying. He crashed heavily into the beast-drawn cart, coughed up blood, and then fell silent.

Wang Mazi, a cultivator at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, couldn't even withstand a single move.

The atmosphere in the convoy became somber; some people even put down their weapons, their faces filled with despair.

Jiang Yining shielded the two children behind her, her face somewhat grim.

She had more than a dozen "Nine Heavens Thunder Talismans" hidden in her sleeve; these were her most treasured tricks.

But Jiang Yining calculated that even if she threw them all out, she could only catch one or two Golden Core cultivators off guard at most; the rest...

"Little beauty, stop struggling."

The demonic cultivator with the festering sores approached step by step, his greedy eyes scanning Jiang Yining. As if sensing something, he chuckled wickedly, "Oh, just gave birth? Your blood and energy are truly abundant! Hehehe, I've really struck gold today!"

He stretched out his ghostly hand with black nails and grabbed Jiang Yining's shoulder.

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Yining's eyes as she prepared to detonate the talisman for a final gamble.

Just then.

"It's so noisy."

A somewhat languid male voice rang in everyone's ears.

The sound seemed to possess a peculiar penetrating power, causing all the demonic cultivators present to pause in their actions.

The greed and lewdness on the face of the festering sore demon seemed to freeze, replaced by a kind of panic.

"Yes...yes, Your Majesty..." he stammered, his body trembling.

next second.

A blood-red whip shadow descended from the sky.

The whip seemed alive, drawing a strange arc in the air.

With a slight sound, the demonic cultivator's body turned into a cloud of blood mist without warning.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-red whip coiled around the remaining demonic cultivators like a snake.

There were a dozen more soft sounds.

Those demonic cultivators who were just moments ago so arrogant burst open one after another, like fragile earthenware pots.

The previous commotion seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving only the sound of the wind and the creaking of the wheels.

Jiang Yining gripped the talisman in her sleeve tightly, her palms sweating slightly.

This person... seems even more dangerous than all those demonic cultivators combined.

She looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

Not far away, a man was sitting on a twisted, crooked tree.

A man dressed in layers of red clothing.

He had bare, snow-white feet, with a string of small golden bells tied around his ankles.

His long, ink-black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, with a few strands falling onto his handsome yet somewhat eerie face.

His skin was unusually pale, but his lips were as red as freshly dyed blood.

The man in red leaned against a tree branch, toying with the still-dripping whip in his hand, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

It seems he just found the place too noisy and came out to kill some people to clear his head.

After dealing with those demonic cultivators, his narrow, slightly upturned phoenix eyes fell on Jiang Yining.

The man in red appeared in front of Jiang Yining in a flash.

He got very close, so close that Jiang Yining could smell the strong scent emanating from him, a mixture of aged blood and some strange floral fragrance.

The man in red lowered his head, like a curious wild animal, and gently sniffed her fair neck.

"Um?"

He let out a questioning nasal sound, a hint of amusement flashing in his eerie eyes.

"On your body..."

"It has the flavor of that hypocrite Ji Lingxiao."

"Are you his woman?"