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

The wind, carrying the pungent smell of scorched earth, howled through this desolate wasteland that had just experienced a catastrophe.

The once majestic mountain was leveled, the newly sprouted spiritual herbs turned to ashes, and even Jiang Yining's sandalwood rocking chair, which she used to lie down and sunbathe, was now reduced to a lonely armrest, pitifully stuck in the soil.

Jiang Yining walked to the only relatively flat large bluestone, her skirt sweeping across the mess on the ground.

She sat down, her posture so elegant that it was as if she were sitting on a phoenix chair that didn't exist.

The three children nestled beside her.

The scene was silent.

Five men, powerful enough to shake the entire cultivation world, now stood like schoolchildren who had done something wrong, forming a fan shape below the bluestone.

Ji Lingxiao's white robes were stained with blood, and the Duan Nian sword hung at his side, its tip still dripping with blood that was unclear whether it was Situ Kong's or his own.

Chu Jinglan's scholar's robe was tattered, and his righteous aura had not yet fully subsided, causing his chest to heave violently.

Bai Ze carried the Mad Blade, his golden pupils darting around, but he dared not look Jiang Yining in the eye.

As for Ye Wuhen, his sinister gaze was fixed on Jiang Yining.

There was also Situ Kong, who was beaten half to death and was groaning in pain.

"Are they all mute?"

Jiang Yining looked around.

Ji Lingxiao's hand holding the Broken Heart Sword was somewhat stiff.

He glanced at the mess on the ground and his Adam's apple bobbed.

As a sword master, he had never worried about money, but at this moment he felt a strange sense of embarrassment.

I was having too much fun just now, and I think I did... go a little too far.

"cough."

Chu Jinglan pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, trying to save face.

Jiang Yining picked up a charred twig and drew a long horizontal line on the muddy ground in front of her.

"This used to be the council chamber."

The branch shifted a little to the left.

"Behind that is the orchard for the children to grow sacred fruits."

Jiang Yining raised her eyelids and coldly swept her gaze over the group of world-destroying "powerful beings" in front of her.

"Now it's all gone."

Bai Ze shrank back and muttered under his breath, "That's all because of that blind bastard Situ Kong..."

"Shut up," Jiang Yining coldly uttered.

Bai Ze immediately fell silent, scratching his head in a wronged manner, his fluffy ears drooping down.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Situ Kong certainly deserves to die, but who among you doesn't share the blame?"

Jiang Yining threw away the branch in her hand and dusted off her hands.

"Don't talk to me about love. This is my turf. Damaging public property means you have to pay for it."

Ye Wuhen frowned, his demonic energy surging once more, his narrow phoenix eyes filled with impatience and obsession: "What accounts are we settling? I said, come back to the Demon Realm with me. Let this wretched place be destroyed, the Demon Palace has everything we need."

He was about to step forward and pull the person away.

"Wow--!!!"

Suddenly, the three babies in Jiang Yining's arms burst into tears.

The loud cry, carrying a unique chaotic demonic energy, directly made Ye Wuhen's head buzz.

You scared her.

Jiang Yining patted the child's back gently while coldly staring at Ye Wuhen.

"Your Majesty, your daughter was just born, and you've already destroyed your home."

"pay."

Ji Lingxiao stepped forward, took out a storage ring from his sleeve, and gently placed it on the bluestone.

"This is most of my savings, three hundred million spirit stones. If it's not enough, I'll have the sect send more."

They are wealthy and powerful.

Jiang Yining raised an eyebrow slightly: "I'll accept the money, but this is just compensation. You'll be responsible for all of Da Bao's future magical treasures."

Ji Lingxiao subconsciously looked at Dabao, and the hostility in the child's eyes pierced his heart like needles.

"I……"

Ji Lingxiao opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, Chu Jinglan pushed him aside.

Instead of taking out his storage ring, he pulled out an ancient jade seal from his pocket.

The moment the seal appeared, the surrounding air became noticeably heavier.

"This is... a sacred seal that can mobilize the fortunes of Confucianism throughout the world."

Chu Jinglan's voice was hoarse, tinged with bitterness: "Ningning, with this seal, Confucian disciples see you as if you were a saint."

"The Confucian school will cover all the manpower and resources needed for the reconstruction of the desolate abyss."

He stared intently at Jiang Yining, trying to find a trace of warmth in her cool eyes.

Even just a little bit.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yining only glanced at the holy seal indifferently: "It's too heavy, I'm afraid it will crush someone. Let's exchange it for cash."

Chu Jinglan gave a wry smile, retrieved the Holy Seal, and replaced it with a storage ring: "Five hundred million spirit stones."

"make a deal."

Bai Ze panicked.

He had no savings; the demon race always believed that what was stolen was the best.

He searched his body for a long time before finally plunging the mad sword that had accompanied him in battle for a thousand years into the ground.

"I don't have much money!"

Bai Ze spoke with righteous indignation, then his eyes hardened: "But anyone who dares to disobey, I'll kill them for you! Also, I brought the key to Qingqiu's treasure vault; take whatever you want!"

Jiang Yining rubbed her temples. "That silly dog."

It was Night Without Trace's turn.

"The entire Demon Realm, and even the entire world, if you want it, I will conquer it for you."

He reached out to touch Jiang Yining's cheek, but Jiang Yining turned her head away.

"Just come with me."

The surrounding air instantly dropped to freezing point.

Ji Lingxiao gripped the sword hilt tightly, Chu Jinglan's aura surged, and Bai Ze even pulled the knife stuck in the ground.

"Night Without Trace, you're asking for death!"

It looks like another fight is about to break out.

Jiang Yining slammed her hand on the bluestone: "Enough!"

She slapped Ye Wuhen's hand away, her eyes sharp: "If you want to fight, go somewhere else! This is my home, not your arena!"

She stood up. Although she was petite, her aura was so overwhelming that the men could hardly breathe.

"Since you all admit that you destroyed it, then you'd better take responsibility for fixing it."

Jiang Yining pointed to the ruins on the ground.

"I want this place restored to its original state, no, even better than before."

"No one is allowed to leave until it's fixed."

Jiang Yining's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Ye Wuhen.

"Including laying these floor tiles flat for me first, then we can talk about it."

Ye Wuhen narrowed his eyes, seemingly assessing the credibility of the statement.

"What? Is the Demon Lord trying to renege on his debt?"

Jiang Yining raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-smile.

Ye Wuhen was provoked by that look and acted impulsively.

He pulled a black token from his pocket; it was the Demon Lord's Token, which commanded all demons.

"Since the Empress enjoys playing house, then I'll play along with you."

"Take it! From now on, you can command 100,000 demonic cultivators in the Demon Realm!"

"Even if you wanted the stars in the sky, I'd have them pluck them down for you!"

Looking at the mountain of storage rings, tokens, and keys piled up in her arms, Jiang Yining finally smiled with satisfaction.

Great, we have the start-up capital.

Finally, everyone looked at Situ Kong, who was about to slip away.