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

Ji Lingxiao's woman?

These five words made Jiang Yining pause for a moment.

Her body tensed up involuntarily, and her breathing seemed to become shallower.

The man in front of me seems very dangerous.

The capricious, eccentric, and violent aura emanating from him was even more unfathomable than Chu Jinglan's hypocrisy and Ji Lingxiao's indifference.

She felt that if she said the wrong thing, she might end up like the blood mist on the ground.

The Myriad Spirits Divine Tree in the dantian also fell silent, as if it had gathered all its energy.

It could sense that the energy contained within the red-clad man was a kind of "demonic energy" it had never encountered before, carrying an aura of destruction and chaos.

That thing might be a great tonic, but it could also be highly poisonous.

If you're not careful, you might be assimilated before you even get a chance to absorb it.

"What? You've been right? Don't know how to respond?"

The man in red, who was none other than the Demon Lord Ye Wuhen, extended a finger and gently lifted Jiang Yining's chin, making her look at him.

His fingertips were a little cold, and the touch didn't feel like that of a living person; they carried a faint, almost imperceptible, smell of blood.

Those eerie phoenix eyes seemed to hold a hint of mockery and inquiry, as if they were scrutinizing a small animal that had fallen into a trap, wanting to see how it would struggle.

Ye Wuhen walked around her once, the golden bell on his ankle making a crisp yet abrupt sound that seemed to disturb one's mind.

"That eternally cold Ji Lingxiao actually touches women? That's truly an unbelievable thing."

He chuckled softly, a low and melodious laugh that carried a chill that made people feel inexplicably uneasy.

His gaze shifted from Jiang Yining to Jiang Lei behind her.

"This little thing smells of thunder and swords... Is it his offspring?"

Ye Wuhen's tone was calm, as if he were stating a fact he had already determined.

Jiang Yining's heart sank.

Crisis can also be an opportunity.

Her mind raced. This man seemed to have a grudge against Ji Lingxiao, and this might be her only way out at the moment.

Her expression began to change; her pale face, initially flushed with tension, was gradually replaced by humiliation and resentment, and the panic in her eyes seemed to turn into venom.

"Don't...don't mention that name to me!"

Jiang Yining abruptly turned her head, swatting away Ye Wuhen's hand. Her voice was hoarse, tinged with a hint of tears.

"My relationship with him has long been severed!"

"Oh?"

The amusement in Ye Wuhen's eyes deepened.

He wasn't angry; instead, he crossed his arms with great interest, looking like he was ready to listen to a story.

"Tell me your story. If it's exciting enough, I might consider letting you die a quick death."

Jiang Yining took a deep breath, composed herself, and her eyes quickly reddened.

Two lines of clear tears slid down her pale cheeks at just the right moment.

She looked very sad.

"He's not some kendo champion, he's a complete hypocrite! A heartless bastard!"

Jiang Yining began to tell a story she had just written.

A lovestruck woman from a small family meets Ji Lingxiao by chance and they secretly pledge their lives to each other.

"He once promised that once he had comprehended the Great Dao, he would abandon his cultivation and retire with me to the mountains to live as an ordinary couple."

"But I never expected that his so-called 'understanding of the Great Dao' meant severing the seven emotions and six desires!"

Jiang Yining's voice trembled, as if filled with the pain of betrayal.

"At the crucial moment of his cultivation of the 'Supreme Way of Forgetting Emotions,' I... I became the last 'emotional tribulation' for him to sever his ties with the world."

"To prove his Dao, to achieve his supreme swordsmanship, he was actually willing to kill his wife!"

"He destroyed my cultivation, stole my child, and now he wants to turn me into a sword slave, condemning me to eternal damnation!"

"I risked my life to escape from that sword tomb!"

As Jiang Yining spoke, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and her tears flowed even faster.

She even rolled up her sleeve, revealing a section of her fair wrist, which of course had no scars on it.

"Look, this is the sword wound he left behind. The sword energy is eroding my meridians day and night, tormenting me constantly!"

Ji Lingxiao did indeed cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness, and his Dao heart was indeed unstable because of her.

As for killing his wife to prove his Dao, although it didn't happen, Jiang Yining felt that given that man's personality, he was capable of doing it for the sake of the Great Dao.

Ye Wuhen listened quietly, his smile growing wider and wider until he finally burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Killing one's wife to prove one's enlightenment? Good! What a wonderful way to prove one's enlightenment by killing one's wife!"

His laughter was so joyful that it made the leaves in the forest rustle.

"I knew Ji Lingxiao was no good! He talks a big game about morality and righteousness, but behind everyone's back he does these despicable things! Interesting, so interesting!"

After he finished laughing, he walked up to Jiang Yining, reached out his hand, and gently wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips.

His movements were light, yet carried an unpredictable, playful quality.

"Little beauty, what's your name?"

"Jiang... Jiang Yining."

"Jiang Yining".

Ye Wuhen murmured the name, "Do you hate him?"

"I wish I could eat his flesh and sleep on his skin!"

Jiang Yining gritted her teeth, practically squeezing the words out between her teeth, but the emotion in her eyes was genuine.

She wasn't faking it.

What do those two scoundrels, Ji Lingxiao and Chu Jinglan, take her for? They think they can just steal from her and kidnap her whenever they want? Once she's strong enough, the first thing she'll do is bring them back, lock them in a dark room, and use them as "nourishment" for her every day!

"very good."

Ye Wuhen nodded in satisfaction.

The enemy of my enemy might become a more interesting toy.

He looked at Jiang Yining's tearful face, then at the trembling clansmen behind her, and at the little sword cultivator who had been watching him with a wary gaze the whole time.

"Since you hate him so much, then I will give you a chance to take revenge."

Ye Wuhen's lips curled into a bewitching smile.

"From today onwards, you belong to me."

"I will take you in and protect you. When I am in a better mood, I may take you to storm the Lingxiao Sword Sect and let you tear off Ji Lingxiao's hypocritical face with your own hands."

As he spoke, he stretched out his long whip, gently coiled it around, and pulled Jiang Yining into his arms.

A strong stench of blood mixed with a strange floral fragrance wafted over, and Jiang Yining's body stiffened slightly.

Ye Wuhen held her tightly in his arms, his seemingly slender arms possessing a strength that prevented her from breaking free.

"Of course, in exchange..."

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his voice like the whisper of a devil, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.

"You will be my most beloved...pet."

"Be good, be obedient, and please me anytime, anywhere."

Jiang Yining did not resist; she allowed herself to be imprisoned.

She seemed to be safe for the time being, but this man was perhaps more unpredictable than any of the previous dangers.