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

Although this father is not very reliable, he is still the man chosen by the mother.

No one has the right to scold him except his mother and himself!

"Shut up."

Chu Anyan gave a soft, childish reply.

Grand Tutor Kong was engrossed in reading and couldn't stop.

"If a child does not study, it is not proper; if one does not study in youth, what will one do in old age...?"

Chu Anyan's patience ran out.

The old man's beard twitches, it's annoying to look at.

And it's so noisy.

The little guy raised his hand, and a flash of purple light appeared at his fingertips.

"I told you to shut up!"

"Boom!"

A thunderclap suddenly erupted in the Imperial Study.

A bolt of purple-gold divine lightning, thicker than the one in the imperial court, struck Grand Tutor Kong directly on the chin.

"Ouch!"

Grand Tutor Kong let out a scream as the bamboo slips in his hand flew out.

A burnt smell instantly filled the air.

The teacup in Chu Jinglan's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces.

Just moments ago, Grand Tutor Kong had appeared dignified and otherworldly, but now his chin was completely blackened.

That meticulously maintained, white beard, worn for sixty years, was completely gone, not a single hair remained.

Everything was chopped up.

All that remained was a dark chin, still emitting wisps of smoke.

Grand Tutor Kong stroked his smooth chin, stunned for three seconds.

Then she burst into tears.

"My beard!"

"This is the title of 'Lord of the Magnificent Beard,' bestowed upon him by the late Emperor!"

"I don't want to live anymore!"

Grand Tutor Kong hurriedly ran outside, fearing that he might lose even his hair and one of his shoes.

"Your Highness! This old minister is of limited talent and learning, and cannot teach this prodigy... no, this child prodigy!"

"This old minister will now retire and return to his hometown! I will no longer serve as Grand Tutor!"

Chu Jinglan watched the Grand Tutor's disheveled escape and then looked at the mess in the Imperial Study.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the instigator who was suspended in mid-air.

Chu Anyan had already displayed the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment stage. She floated on top of the bookshelf, her little face full of arrogance.

He insulted you.

Chu Anyan raised his chin high: "I'll help you get revenge."

"Pay the fee and brew it for me..."

The little guy thought for a moment, then held up ten fingers: "Give me ten...one hundred thousand spirit stones!"

Chu Jinglan: "..."

Thank you and your whole family!

Was that an insult? No, it was encouragement to study! It was encouragement to study!

Chu Jinglan slumped back in the armchair, covering his face with his hands.

Tired, destroy it.

This isn't taking care of a child; it's like going through a trial by fire.

It was ten thousand times more terrifying than the inner demon tribulation he experienced when he broke through to the Integration Stage.

"Get down."

Chu Jinglan's voice was hoarse, conveying a deep sense of powerlessness.

"No."

Chu Anyan floated in the air, her two small hands clasped in front of her chest, her refusal crisp and decisive.

"I want to brew, you said you'd find Niangniang."

"How many days has it been, you old geezer, you old man!"

The little guy pouted, and his eyes were a little red.

"The food here is terrible, the people are unattractive, and it's noisy."

"I want to eat the spirit fruit paste that Mom makes, and I miss my brother."

In the end, lightning crackled around Chu Anyan, and the antique vase in the imperial study began to vibrate and tremble, threatening to explode at any moment.

Chu Jinglan lowered his hand and looked at his son, who was hanging in mid-air, ready to destroy the house at any moment.

Those purple eyes were exactly the same as Jiang Yining's when she was angry.

Stubborn and unreasonable, yet possessing an irresistible charm.

He admitted that he also missed that woman.

Only that woman can keep this brat in check.

"it is good."

Chu Jinglan sighed, stood up, and straightened his wrinkled python robe.

"This time we'll really go see her, and let the young emperor handle all the political affairs."

Chu Anyan's eyes lit up, and the lightning around him instantly subsided. He pounced into Chu Jinglan's arms like a small cannonball.

"real?"

A ruler's word is his bond.

Chu Jinglan caught his son, his heart warmed.

Now that the imperial court has temporarily completed its defenses against the beast tide crisis.

Then he should go and collect the debt.

"Walk."

Chu Jinglan carried his son in one arm and strode out of the imperial study.

Chu Anyan excitedly waved her little fists in her father's arms.

"Looking for Mommy! Want some milk!"

Chu Jinglan stumbled.

What to eat?

Is this little rascal still breastfeeding at one year old?

wrong.

Chu Jinglan suddenly recalled the scene in Jiangcheng that day when Jiang Yining fed this kid.

Damn.

How could I let this brat monopolize my privileges?

It seems that this trip, besides collecting debts, will also include... stealing food.

……

The area in front of the Tianji Pavilion, which was originally a blessed land of immortals shrouded in clouds and mist, now resembles a vegetable market during the Lunar New Year in the mortal world.

Embroidered shoes, broken hairpins, and a discarded undergarment hung on the head of the majestic stone lion at the entrance, swaying in the wind.

The scent of cosmetics was so strong that it even overwhelmed the spiritual energy of the mountain-protecting formation.

"Next! Take your spirit stones and get going! Don't block the way!"

Situ Kong sat on the white jade steps in front of the mountain gate, with several small mountains of spirit stones piled up in front of him. His star-patterned robe, which symbolized the majesty of the pavilion master, had torn sleeves, and the jade crown on his head was crooked. His original ethereal temperament was now replaced by a sense of vicissitudes that had been hollowed out by life.

"Brother Pavilion Master, are you really not considering taking a concubine? I'm very capable, and I can even warm your bed."

A female cultivator wearing a pink bellyband and showing off her fluffy fox ears lay on the table, winked at Situ Kong, and casually patted the back of his hand.

Situ Kong shuddered as if struck by lightning, grabbed a handful of spirit stones and stuffed them into the female cultivator's arms.

"Go! Take the money and get out of here! I'm begging you!"

Five whole days.

These five days felt longer to Situ Kong than five hundred years when he was lost in the river of time.

Are those 100,000 women? Those are 100,000 ducks… no, they're 100,000 money-devouring beasts!

A thousand spirit stones per person is simply not enough to satisfy them.

Those women almost pried up all the floor tiles of Tianji Pavilion.

"Sect Master..."

The eldest disciple walked over nervously, clutching a thick stack of resignation letters in his hand, his expression more distressed than if he were crying.

"Five more inner disciples just handed over notes saying they want to go down the mountain."

Situ Kong clutched his chest, feeling as if his heart had been stabbed: "What's wrong this time? Is your monthly pay too low?"

The eldest disciple pointed to the group of female cultivators who had not yet dispersed at the foot of the mountain.

"no."

"Just now, a female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect said she had taken a fancy to Senior Brother Zhang from our Array Formation Hall. If I don't go with her, she'll hang herself at the mountain gate."

"Senior Brother Zhang said that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, so... I went back with her."

Situ Kong: "..."

The eldest disciple drew another card: "And there's Junior Brother Li from the Weapon Refining Hall, who's been targeted by a cat demon from Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain."

"The cat demon immediately conjured ears and a tail and rubbed against him. Junior Brother Li said he could never resist furry things in his life, and then he left."

"And there's Junior Brother Wang from the alchemy room..."

"That's enough!"

Situ Kong slammed the account book to the ground. Even though he was blindfolded, he exuded fury.

"Get out! All of you, get out!"

"These ungrateful wretches! All that teaching them has been for nothing!"

The eldest disciple shrank back, put his resignation letter on the ground, and ran away: "Then, Sect Master, I'm leaving too. A female cultivator just said that her family has ten spirit mines and wants me to become her son-in-law."

Situ Kong's vision went black, and he almost died on the spot.

Those were a full thirty elite disciples!

It is the future pillar that the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion has built with countless resources and rare treasures!

Just like that, that old bastard Ji Lingxiao's rumor wiped them all out!

The money is gone, and so is the person.

The millennia-old foundation of Tianji Pavilion was hollowed out in just five days.

"Ji, Ling, Xiao!"

Situ Kong gritted his teeth and took out the ancestral tortoise shells from his pocket.

The tortoise shell, which was originally lustrous like jade, was now trembling slightly because of its owner's anger.

"This sect leader is not finished with you!"

"If you don't let me have a good time, I'll expose everything you've ever done!"

Situ Kong sat cross-legged, his hands forming a mudra, and spat a mouthful of blood essence onto the tortoise shell.

"Heavenly secrets are revealed, and cause and effect are cyclical!"

"Calculate it for me! Calculate where this old scoundrel's Achilles' heel is!"

The tortoise shell spun wildly in the air, making a buzzing sound.

A moment later, there was a "click".

The tortoise shell fell to the ground and split in two.

All the hexagram patterns point in the same direction—the west, the desolate abyss.

Situ Kong reached out and felt around on the cracked tortoise shell for a moment.

"The Abyss..."

"The fatal flaw isn't actually in the Sword Sect, but in that desolate place."

"Moreover, the divination indicates that there is both great opportunity and great danger there."

Situ Kong stood up, used a cleansing spell, and a flying pavilion appeared in the air as he raised his hand.

Since you've lost all your money, what's the point of saving face?

The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion Master, who looks like a banished immortal, has a pocket that's cleaner than his face. If he doesn't stir up trouble and sell information, he'll be starving.

"Ji Lingxiao, you bankrupted me! I have no choice but to sell more of your stuff to make up for it!"