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

"Let her go."

Chu Jinglan's sword energy flickered erratically, the tip pointing towards Ye Wuhen's brow.

Although his Confucian robe was tattered and stained with blood, the "orthodox" aura emanating from his very bones was stronger than ever before.

"Let go?" Ye Wuhen seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips. His gaze swept over Chu Jinglan's righteous face before finally settling on the hand that had once drawn Jiang Yining's eyebrows in the illusion.

"Chu Jinglan, do you even deserve to be told to let me go?"

Ye Wuhen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a pure demonic sound that clearly penetrated the ears of everyone present, especially the Jiang family members and the onlookers from the cultivation world who were still in shock.

"In that world, you are indeed the legal husband."

Ye Wuhen spoke slowly and deliberately, each word like a poisoned knife.

"But you've been such a pathetic husband."

Chu Jinglan's expression changed drastically, and his breath hitched.

"A dual lineage?"

Ye Wuhen chuckled, his eyes filled with contempt.

"A Confucian scholar, a semi-saint of Taoism, spouting benevolence and morality, yet in his own backyard, he has to share half of his wife with his younger brother just to maintain that laughable family reputation?"

boom--!

This is like stripping Chu Jinglan naked in public and then slapping him twice.

As a scholar, one values ​​reputation above all else.

In the illusion, he tacitly allowed "one woman to serve two husbands" in order to survive, which was the deepest and worst scar in his heart.

Now, Ye Wuhen has torn open the scar, skin and flesh intact, exposing it to the public eye.

Chu Jinglan's hand holding the sword trembled violently, his knuckles turned pale, and the mouthful of blood he had just suppressed surged back into his throat.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "That's an illusion! It's not real!"

"It's not true?"

Ji Lingxiao, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

This Sword Master of the Lingxiao Sword Sect looked more disheveled than anyone else at this moment.

Her hair ornament was nowhere to be found, her long black hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, and her purple robe, which symbolized supreme honor, was tattered and worn.

But the "Severing Thoughts" sword in his hand was terrifyingly steady.

"Chu Jinglan, dare you honestly say that when you saw what happened between her and that blind man in the west wing, your heart wasn't in turmoil?"

Ji Lingxiao's eyes were icy cold, as if he were looking at a corpse: "You were a coward in the illusion, and even if you come out, you still can't protect her."

"Shut up!!" Chu Jinglan's eyes were bloodshot, and his righteous spirit almost went berserk on the spot.

"Don't pretend to be so high and mighty."

Bai Ze wiped the blood from his face, his golden eyes filled with savagery.

"You old scoundrel Ji, forcibly abducting a woman from a carriage—is that something a prime minister should do? Forcing Ningning to call you by your name—aren't you ashamed?"

"Heh." Ji Lingxiao glanced at him coldly: "It's much more respectable than some people who sneak over the wall at night to be womanizers, only to be caught at the door by the woman in question."

"You son of a bitch!!" Bai Ze completely exploded: "I was going to offer warmth! That was love! You were just in heat!"

The scene was quite chaotic at one point.

This is hardly a peak duel between top experts in the cultivation world.

This is clearly a scene of mutual accusations and infighting following a large-scale adultery arrest!

In the distance, the Jiang family members, hiding behind the barrier, all kept their eyes down, wishing they could go deaf on the spot.

Is this something I can hear?

This is a shocking secret that could shake the entire cultivation world!

The Confucian Sage was cuckolded? The Sword Master forcibly took him? The Demon Emperor climbed over the wall? The Demon Lord even directly snatched him away?

The patriarch is too strong!

Just as these four men were exposing each other's shortcomings and about to strip each other bare,

A strange laugh suddenly broke in.

"Heh...hehe..."

Everyone paused, turning their gaze to the figure who had just crawled out of the rubble.

Master of Tianji Pavilion, Situ Kong.

Where at this moment did he retain any of the profound and unfathomable wisdom of "calculating all the secrets of heaven"?

His magnificent star-patterned robe was blasted to shreds, leaving only a few strips of cloth. Half of his face was swollen like a pig's head, the marks left by the three men who had just joined forces to "clean house."

But he didn't seem to feel any pain.

Situ Kong swayed as he straightened up.

"What are you arguing about?"

Situ Kong grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth frothy with blood: "What's the point of you arguing so fiercely?"

He raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Yining, who was being held captive in Ye Wuhen's arms.

"Sister-in-law...I am the one she loves most."

The room fell silent as soon as those words were spoken.

Even the most insane Bai Ze was stunned by this sentence, and his hand holding the knife was trembling.

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless.

"Have you no shame?" Bai Ze couldn't help but curse. "You blind idiot, how long have you even known Ningning?"

Situ Kong, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, exclaimed, "I've been with my sister-in-law for three years!"

He lunged forward a few steps, but was forced back by a sword strike from Ji Lingxiao.

Instead of retreating, Situ Kong advanced, kneeling on the ground, staring at Jiang Yining with infatuated eyes, gesturing with his hands in the air as if he were describing something.

"You simply don't understand..."

"When it thunders, she hugs me! When we eat, she feeds me! Even when we sleep..."

A sickly flush appeared on Situ Kong's face, and his voice became sticky and eerie: "She was the one who warmed my bed too!"

"She cares about me! She's willing to spoil me!"

"And you..."

Situ Kong glared fiercely at the other four men, his eyes filled with venom: "All you do is pressure her, force her! All you do is make her cry!"

"Only me! Only I truly love her! I am her only family in this world! And also her..."

"My husband."

He spoke those two words with such veiled emotion and passion that it was nauseating.

Ye Wuhen's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The sword in Ji Lingxiao's hand emitted a buzzing sound, clearly indicating that he was disgusted and wanted to kill someone.

Chu Jinglan almost coughed up blood again.

This is practically having the word "shameless" engraved on their forehead, and even gilded it!

But it must be said that Situ Kong's words, though seemingly mad, were like a thorn, piercing precisely into everyone's heart.

Because in the illusion, Jiang Yining's preference for "Chu Sikong" was a fact.

That kind of unconditional protection, that kind of meticulous care, is something that everyone is envious of to the point of madness, yet can never obtain.

"Sister-in-law..."

Situ Kong crawled two steps on his knees, reaching out his hand to Jiang Yining, his eyes filled with humble pleading: "Come here... come to Situ Kong... I'll take you away, we'll ignore these bad people, okay?"

"I have medicine... I have lots and lots of medicine... I'll take my medicine obediently and never worry you again..."

At that moment, he felt as if he had truly overlapped with his sickly, blind uncle.

That kind of love, so humble it's almost ethereal, might truly move people in a different setting.

But this is a desolate abyss.

It is the most brutal battlefield in the cultivation world.

Ye Wuhen was about to strike the madman to death.

Jiang Yining, who had been as quiet as a puppet in his arms, suddenly moved.

She slowly raised her head.

Those clear, cold eyes passed over Ye Wuhen's shoulder and landed directly on Situ Kong's face.

"Sect Master Situ."

Jiang Yining's voice pierced through the self-indulgent dream woven by Situ Kong.

"The play is over."

Situ Kong's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his expression frozen.

"Aren't you ready to break character yet?"

Jiang Yining's lips curved into a very faint smile, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

"Or perhaps, after a lifetime of scheming against people's hearts, the Pavilion Master ended up getting himself caught in the crossfire?"

"Sister-in-law... Sister-in-law?" Situ Kong looked at her blankly. "What did you say? I'm Situ Kong..."

"You are Situ Kong."

Jiang Yining interrupted him, her tone calmly cruel: "The Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion will sell any information for profit."

"The Chu Sikong in the illusion was indeed a pitiful person."

"But you are not."

Jiang Yining looked at him as if he were a pile of worthless garbage.

This was even more devastating to him than the combined attack from those three powerful figures.

His proud "true love" and his self-righteous "favoritism" were all fake in the other person's eyes.

"No...no...that's not how it is..."

Situ Kong clutched his head, his whole body trembling violently.

The despair of his collapsing faith caused his spiritual energy to begin to reverse wildly.

"You're lying!! You love me!!! You said you wouldn't leave me!!"

Situ Kong's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and two streams of bloody tears welled up in his eyes.

"puff--"

Spitting out a mouthful of black blood, Situ Kong's aura instantly weakened.