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

The heavy iron sword tore through the lake water, crackling with purple lightning, and aimed straight for Ji Lingxiao's neck.

Jiang Lei's face was taut.

He witnessed his mother vomiting blood, and it was this man in white who caused it!

Bad people deserve to die!

The sword tip touched the inch before his skin.

The man's eyelids trembled slightly beneath his tightly closed eyes.

"Buzz—"

A ring of icy blue light silently emanated from his body.

The light contained no killing intent; it was merely a fluctuation originating from the very source of the Great Dao.

The halo of light followed the sword's edge, instantly covering Jiang Lei's arm and seeping into his young body.

"Thump."

Jiang Lei's heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

An indescribable sourness, piercing to the bone.

The black iron sword in his hand suddenly became as heavy as a thousand pounds, so hot that it almost slipped out of his grasp.

"Clang!"

His small hand holding the sword trembled violently, and the straight downward slash was deflected by three inches at the last moment.

The sword's edge grazed Ji Lingxiao's ear before slashing deep into the rotten mud at the bottom of the lake!

Mud and bubbles surged.

Jiang Lei was stunned.

He remained in a slashing stance, his purplish-gold pupils filled with confusion as he looked at his still trembling right hand.

Why?

Why won't my hand obey me?

"Da Bao!"

A low growl, suppressed by intense pain, roused him from his reverie.

Jiang Yining grabbed her son's wrist, feeling as if countless knives tempered with demonic fire were repeatedly scraping against his veins.

The Divine Tree of Myriad Spirits was devouring that drop of demonic blood from the heart; the two forces were clashing within her, and her very marrow trembled every second.

But she couldn't care less.

Above our heads, the lake water is boiling!

The dark lakebed was reflected in a crimson light, a sign that Ye Wuhen's forbidden technique was about to be unleashed.

The overwhelming pressure was so immense that it made it impossible to breathe, even across the hundred-meter-wide lake.

If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave!

Jiang Yining's gaze swept over Ji Lingxiao, who was lying unconscious in the mud.

Kill him?

No.

Ye Wuhen has gone mad, and Chu Jinglan is watching from above. If Ji Lingxiao dies here, those lunatics from the Lingxiao Sword Sect will hunt her down to the ends of the earth.

Moreover...

Jiang Yining's gaze fell on that face, which was still flawless even though it was pale, and a cold smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

A living Sword Master is of even greater use.

Hold on tight!

Jiang Yining held Jiang Lei tightly with her left hand, and reached out with her right hand to grab Ji Lingxiao by the collar, dragging him to her side like a dead dog.

A flash of light appeared at his fingertips, and a talisman with a pale golden glow appeared in his hand.

The Thousand-Mile Escape Talisman.

The spoils of war that were taken from Ji Lingxiao.

"You want to bury us here? Dream on!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Jiang Yining's eyes as she crushed the golden talisman.

"Buzz!"

The complex golden runes exploded, transforming into dense spatial power that tightly enveloped the three of them.

At the same instant.

"BOOM—!!!"

A crimson beam of light pierced through the blood lake, reaching straight to the bottom!

The lake water evaporated instantly, and the terrifying shockwave crushed the rock strata and the bone altar into dust.

A second before the destructive red light devoured everything, a faint golden light flickered and then disappeared.

……

On the edge of the Demon Realm, in a rocky wasteland.

Space distorted, and three figures were spit out in a disheveled state.

"Bang!"

Jiang Yining fell heavily onto the gravel. The sharp pain in her back made her vision go black, and she felt a sweet taste in her throat.

He spat out another mouthful of blood.

The blood was tinged with an ominous purplish-black.

"Mother!"

Jiang Lei steadied himself and saw his mother vomiting blood. His face instantly turned pale, and he dropped his sword and rushed over.

"No...don't touch me..."

Jiang Yining waved her hand with difficulty, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

The internal transformation has reached its most critical moment. She is now like a balloon filled with air; the slightest external force could rupture her meridians.

Jiang Lei's small hand hovered in mid-air, too afraid to move, her eyes red-rimmed.

Jiang Yining mobilized the "Eternal Spring Secret" to guide that newborn power.

Fifteen minutes later, the excruciating pain subsided slightly.

She opened her eyes and looked to the side.

Ji Lingxiao lay in the grass, his white clothes stained with mud and blood, and the broken Frost Cold Ancient Sword lay to one side.

His eyes were closed, his breath was weak, and his chest barely rose and fell.

"He's not dead yet."

Jiang Yining swept her senses over the area and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

This man is really tough.

"Mother, why save him?"

Jiang Lei picked up the Xuan Tie sword and stood guard in front of his mother, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Ji Lingxiao, full of confusion.

"He's a bad person."

Jiang Yining propped herself up to sit up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and felt a warmth in her heart as she looked at her son's protective behavior towards his food.

But she soon realized that she had to give her son a reasonable explanation.

"Da Bao, look at his broken sword."

She pointed to the broken sword on the ground.

"It can be exchanged for 100,000 high-grade spirit stones."

Jiang Yining then pointed to Ji Lingxiao's clothes.

"His tattered clothes are impervious to water and fire; you can't buy them even if you have money."

Finally, she pointed to Ji Lingxiao himself.

"His most valuable asset is himself."

"He's the leader of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, our... hostage, understand?"

Jiang Lei blinked.

hostage?

He understood that it was "worth a lot of spirit stones" and "help us fight the bad guys".

It turns out it was all for money.

The hostility in Jiang Lei's eyes dissipated, replaced by an appraising look at the goods.

He sheathed his sword, walked over and kicked Ji Lingxiao's calf. Only after confirming that the other party really didn't react did he turn back and nod to his mother.

"Got it, the spoils."

"right."

Jiang Yining had just nodded when her expression suddenly changed.

"Erbao!"

The Thousand Mile Escape Talisman can only take away those nearby; Erbao is still on the shore!

She immediately invoked the Divine Tree of All Spirits.

[Little Wooden Head! Where's Erbao?]

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the divine tree stretched out several newly sprouted leaves with purplish-black veins and let out a burp.

Don't worry, that smiling tiger has taken him away.

Shenmu's voice was languid.

[After the big explosion, that guy immediately rushed over and created a turtle shell to protect Erbao.]

[Tsk tsk, the innate noble spirit of a Confucian and Taoist semi-sage, truly generous.]

Did Chu Jinglan take Erbao away?

Jiang Yining's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, eased halfway, then jumped back into her throat.

Now that it's in that old fox's hands, it's safe, but getting it back...

It's as difficult as climbing to heaven.

"Chu, Jing, Lan".

Jiang Yining gritted her teeth, a cold glint in her eyes.

She forced herself to calm down.

The most urgent task is to find a place to heal and process the opportunities that have arisen, and incidentally...

Her gaze fell on Ji Lingxiao, and a mischievous smile crept across her face.

Give this free bodyguard who came to our door a proper "welcome".

"Da Bao, search him."

Jiang Yining gave the order.

"Except for his underwear, everything of value was stripped off."

Jiang Lei's eyes lit up, and he pounced on it with a howl.

……

After a while.

The ruins of the Temple of Demons, a bottomless pit.

Nightless hovered above, while a figure in red danced wildly.

He stared at the empty lake bottom, his eerie phoenix eyes bloodshot.

no one.

Nothing was left.

That woman carried his heart's blood, the Heavenly Demon Albizia Flower, and that hypocrite Ji Lingxiao!

It disappeared right under his nose!

"Jiang! Yi! Ning!"

Ye Wuhen roared to the sky, his voice filled with the fury of betrayal and a hint of panic that he himself was unaware of.

"Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I will bring you back!"

"Locked to my side, for all eternity, you are only allowed to look upon me!"

Not far away.

On the Nine Dragon Chariot, Chu Jinglan held a baby who was blowing bubbles.

He looked down at the crazed Ye Wuhen, a cold smile curving his lips.

"idiot."

He lowered his head and looked at the pair of large, clear black and white eyes in his arms, his gaze instantly becoming gentle and profound.

"Erbao, your mother is temporarily entrusting you to your father."

The baby blinked, then suddenly reached out his chubby hand, grabbed a strand of his hair, and yanked it hard.

"Eeya!"

(Old Deng, who's your son?!)

Chu Jinglan winced in pain, but then chuckled softly.

"You have such a temper, just like your mother."

He looked up at the distant horizon, his gaze piercing through countless mountains and rivers.

"Run, Yining."

"Take that sword maniac and run even further away."

His fingertips caressed the baby's delicate cheek, the curve of his lips conveying a profound meaning.

"When you realize that that good-for-nothing is heartless and ruthless, you will naturally come back to beg me."