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

"You—you have no shame!"

Lin Qingxue trembled with anger, and with a clang, her long sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath.

The cold light reflected on Jiang Yining's languid face, but it did not diminish the smile in her peach blossom eyes in the slightest.

Jiang Yining not only didn't dodge, but instead took half a step forward.

She stretched out her slender fingers and casually straightened her slightly disheveled collar.

A faint, ambiguous red mark could be seen there.

"Fairy Lin, don't get so angry. Aren't you afraid your master will blame you?"

Jiang Yining yawned.

Lin Qingxue gritted her teeth, knowing full well her master's temper.

Normally, if his cultivation is disturbed, he'll have to keep a cold face for three days, let alone now...

"Witch! What kind of seductive magic did you use on our Sword Master?!"

A round-faced male disciple behind Lin Qingxue couldn't hold back any longer and jumped out, pointing at Jiang Yining and cursing.

"I bet you're a heretic from the Demonic Sect!"

"Follow me in forming an array, and slay the demoness!"

Seven or eight Sword Sect disciples scattered instantly, their longswords all pointing at Jiang Yining.

Sword energy crisscrossed, stirring up pebbles on the ground, exuding a chilling killing intent.

The smile on Jiang Yining's lips faded.

She hates it most when someone points a sword at her nose.

"rescue?"

Jiang Yining sneered, about to unleash a talisman to teach these brats a lesson.

A bolt of purple lightning suddenly shot out from the side.

"Who dares to touch my mother!"

A childish yet domineering voice rang out.

Jiang Lei, with his short legs, rushed to Jiang Yining like a small cannonball.

Although he was only as tall as a table leg, his protective aura forced two Foundation Establishment stage disciples to retreat.

"Where did this wild child come from!"

The round-faced disciple instinctively swung his sword to block.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

That mid-grade spirit sword, forged from refined iron, had its tip snapped off by an inconspicuous little sword!

"stop!"

Everyone's face turned pale, and their spiritual energy instantly froze.

"Master...Master?"

The sword in Lin Qingxue's hand clattered to the ground.

Ji Lingxiao walked out slowly, tasting a sweet, pungent flavor...

What exactly did Jiang Yining feed him just now?

Ji Lingxiao's brows revealed a lingering languor, and his lips were cracked in several places.

In the eyes of this group of overthinking apprentices.

That is clearly...that is...

Lin Qingxue felt a sudden darkness before her eyes and almost fainted.

Master... he was just with this woman...

Inside the house...

Ji Lingxiao's gaze swept indifferently over the disciples kneeling on the ground.

Finally, my gaze settled on the round-faced disciple whose sword was broken.

"You were the one who said you wanted to kill her?"

Ji Lingxiao's voice was devoid of emotion.

The round-faced disciple trembled like a leaf, his head hitting the gravel ground, blood flowing out.

"Brother...this disciple wouldn't dare! This disciple is only worried that Master will be harmed by that demoness..."

"A witch?"

Ji Lingxiao snorted coldly and reached out to pick up Jiang Lei, who was blocking his way.

"This is my...child."

"Since you're here..."

Ji Lingxiao glanced at the uncultivated wasteland in the distance, and then at the group of energetic disciples who had nowhere to vent their energy.

Aren't these ready-made laborers number two, three, and four?

"I was indeed a little tired just now."

Ji Lingxiao's words directly confirmed Lin Qingxue's terrifying suspicion.

Lin Qingxue's tears streamed down her face instantly.

However, Ji Lingxiao's next words forced her to hold back her tears.

"Go and turn over those three hundred acres of land over there."

Ji Lingxiao pointed to the barren land with jagged rocks.

"If things don't go well, then don't go back to the sect."

Lin Qingxue: "???"

The disciples: "???"

Jiang Yining leaned against the door frame, laughing so hard she was shaking.

"Oh dear, it's still Sword Master who cares about me the most."

"Fairy Lin, did you hear that?"

Lin Qingxue looked at the boundless wasteland, then at her indifferent master and Jiang Yining, who was grinning smugly.

She was the senior disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, a master of the Golden Core stage.

I traveled all this way just to come to this godforsaken place... to farm?!

"Master...I..."

Half an hour later, the wind from the desolate abyss, carrying a dry, earthy smell, lifted the hem of Lin Qingxue's white skirt.

This usually aloof senior sister of the Lingxiao Sword Sect was standing in a pile of rocks, holding an iron hoe and questioning her existence.

"Senior sister... this rock is too hard, we can't dig it up at all!"

The round-faced disciple next to him had a mournful look on his face, and the hoe in his hand was dulled.

He's a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator!

"Use spiritual power!"

Lin Qingxue gritted her teeth, her eyes red and swollen.

She poured her spiritual power into the hoe and unleashed a powerful "Mountain-Splitting and Rock-Cracking" strike on the ground.

A loud "BOOM!"

Dust flew everywhere.

The ground was blasted into a large crater, and two newly planted spirit fruit saplings next to it were also blown away.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Jiang Yining held a handful of melon seeds in her hand, sat on a grand chair, and crossed her legs.

Jiang Lei was standing next to him, imitating his mother, staring seriously at the group of "workers" with his little face.

"Fairy Lin, I told you to till the land, not to blast up the mountain!"

"Those saplings are a rare variety brought from Qingqiu."

Jiang Yining spat out a mouthful of sunflower seed shells, looking disgusted.

"Is this the quality of a prestigious sect? They can't even cultivate a field properly."

Lin Qingxue was so angry she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Don't push your luck!"

Lin Qingxue threw down the hoe and roared at Jiang Yining.

"I am a sword cultivator! A sword cultivator's hands are for wielding swords, not for farming!"

"Oh?"

Jiang Yining raised an eyebrow: "Ling Xiao, your disciple said that sword cultivators can't use their hands to farm."

Ji Lingxiao paused.

He was hovering in mid-air, not holding a sword, but rather forming a sword shape with his fingers.

Thousands upon thousands of tiny sword energies, like obedient fish, danced around several huge black ironwood logs.

"Boom boom boom—"

Wood chips flew everywhere, like snowflakes falling.

Those incredibly hard black ironwoods were carved into regular mortise and tenon structures.

"That's because she's not skilled enough."

Ji Lingxiao didn't even turn his head, just flicked his finger lightly.

The pieces of wood flew up automatically and fit together perfectly.

A sturdy and beautiful pigsty was completed in an instant.

The audience was silent.

Lin Qingxue's mouth dropped open, her jaw almost falling to the ground.

My master actually used the sect's most profound sword technique to... to build a pigsty?!

This is like using the Imperial Seal of the State to crack walnuts!

"Did you see it clearly?"

Ji Lingxiao turned around and coldly surveyed his disciples.

"Everything can be a sword."

"If you can't even dig a proper hole, what kind of swordsmanship are you talking about?"

"Impatient and restless."

Lin Qingxue was so ashamed and indignant that she wished she could disappear into the ground.

"good!"

Jiang Lei clapped his hands in a very obliging manner.

Ji Lingxiao's originally cold and stern face instantly melted away like spring snow.

He flashed to Jiang Lei's side and casually took out a top-grade spiritual fruit from his storage ring and stuffed it into his son's mouth.

"Lei'er, how about Daddy builds you another big house?"

The disciples: "..."

Sword Master, where is your image?