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

"Anti-Demon and Defend the Righteous Alliance?"

Jiang Yining gently tapped the spoon against the rim of the bowl, making a crisp sound. She slowly blew on the piping hot millet porridge in the spoon, fed it into her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then swallowed it.

"When did our desolate wasteland become such a hot commodity? Even this nobody alliance that we've never even heard of wants a piece of the pie."

Butler Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Yes...yes, Master."

"The leader is Sect Master Wang of the Golden Saber Sect, who is at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage. He has brought elites from eighteen nearby sects, saying... saying that they want to wipe out the remnants of the Desolate Abyss and restore a bright and clear world to the world."

"Nascent Soul stage?"

The bigwigs sitting at the table paused in unison for a moment.

Ji Lingxiao's hand didn't tremble as he picked up the food, but the piece of green vegetable he was holding instantly turned into dust and scattered in the wind.

Bai Ze had just stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth and forgot to chew it. His cheeks were bulging, and he had a "Are you kidding me?" expression on his face.

Only Ye Wuhen, because the three babies in his arms had been startled by Steward Zhao's exclamation and were about to cry, had a face as black as the bottom of a pot.

The shouts and curses outside grew louder and louder, even mixed with the echoes amplified by spiritual energy, making the bowls and chopsticks on the table clatter and rattle.

"Listen up, you demons inside! Hand over the demoness! Otherwise, today my Golden Saber Sect will raze this desolate abyss to the ground and leave you with no place to bury your dead!"

"And that gigolo who lives off his girlfriend! Hand him over too!"

Chu Jinglan, who was gracefully peeling an egg, paused, his slender fingers crushing the eggshell.

"Pretty boy?" Chu Jinglan's smile remained gentle and refined, but his eyes seemed to hold a thousand words that had turned into sharp blades, churning within them. "Vulgar language, an eyesore, deserves punishment."

"Wow--!!!"

A deafening cry rang out. The three treasures in Ye Wuhen's arms were finally frightened by the amplified sound from outside and began to wail at the top of their lungs.

boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from Ye Wuhen, causing ripples to spread even across the soup on the table.

"It's so noisy." Jiang Yining put the empty bowl on the table, her brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes. "Uncle Zhao, tell them we're busy. Tell them to get lost."

"This..." Steward Zhao looked troubled. "Master, they have a large number of people, more than three hundred, and they have brought siege crossbows. They said that if we don't agree, they will flatten our Desolate Abyss in half an hour."

"Stomp them flat?" Jiang Yining rubbed her temples, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Fine, go chase those flies away, I'll give him extra points."

She glanced at everyone and said, "Whoever handles it the cleanest and brings real benefits to the Wasteland, get 20 points."

Before the words were finished, the four figures stood up at the same time.

"Damn it!" Bai Ze swallowed the steamed bun, sneered, and stood up. He twisted his neck, his joints cracking, and his golden vertical pupils flashed with excitement. "Perfect, I slept so well last night that my back and waist are aching, and I was just looking for a place to loosen up my muscles."

Ji Lingxiao picked up the Duan Nian Sword that was leaning against the back of the chair and said coldly, "My sword just happens to be missing a few testing stones."

"I'll go," Ye Wuhen said in a sinister tone, awkwardly patting Sanbao's back. "If you scare my daughter to tears, exterminating your entire family would be too lenient."

"Please be patient, everyone." Chu Jinglan straightened his clothes and smiled kindly. "This kind of teaching is best left to me, Chu."

The four people stared at each other, their eyes flashing with intense anger.

This isn't a fight, it's clearly a battle for "work points"!

Situ Kong's eyes lit up with greed. Clutching the half-eaten radish, he tried to rush out: "Let me handle this! I can use my Heavenly Secrets Technique to completely fool them!"

"Get out of my way!" Bai Ze transformed into a golden light and shot off. "These points are mine!"

Immediately afterwards, a black demonic aura, a sharp sword light, and a righteous aura rushed toward the gate.

Entrance to the Desolate Abyss.

The Golden Saber Sect Master Wang rode on the back of a third-tier demonic beast, the "Fiery Lion," holding a large, gleaming golden saber in his hand, his face flushed.

The hundreds of people following behind him, holding all sorts of flags and beating drums and gongs, seemed to be there for a market rather than a fight.

"Master, we've been shouting like that, but there's been no response from inside. Are you scared?" the lackey asked obsequiously.

Sect Leader Wang stroked his beard and laughed smugly, "Of course! What kind of experts could there be in a godforsaken place like the Desolate Abyss?"

"This time, we're using the 'eliminating demons and protecting the righteous' banner to plunder their resources, and then we can claim a reward from the cultivation world alliance!"

"The sect leader is wise!"

"I heard the person in charge here is quite good-looking. If we could capture him alive..." As soon as he said this, the cultivators behind him burst into a lewd snort.

"Exactly! I heard that young lady is as beautiful as a fairy!"

"And that pretty boy, I heard he's a real gem!"

"Hahaha! Our sect leader is giving them too much credit!"

Hearing his subordinates' flattery, Master Wang became even more conceited, even believing himself to be the ruler of the Three Realms. He had already inquired and learned that the family living in this desolate abyss was only somewhat wealthy, having hired some refugees to repair their house. Apart from the woman being somewhat attractive, the rest were just gigolos who lived off women and were not worth worrying about at all.

Before the lewd smile on Master Wang's face could fully spread, he suddenly felt the Fiery Lion beneath him tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, this normally ferocious third-tier demon beast seemed to sense some terrifying suppression from the depths of its bloodline. It let out a whimper, its legs went weak, and it collapsed to the ground.

"Ouch!"

Caught off guard, Master Wang tumbled off the lion's back and fell face-first into the dirt.

"What's going on?! You beast! Get up!"

He kicked the Fiery Lion twice in a fit of rage, only to find that the lion had buried its head in the ground, trembling, and a foul stench immediately filled the air.

He was so scared he peed himself?

Before he could react, the two newly repaired doors of the desolate abyss creaked open.

There were no thousands of troops.

There were only four men.

"Which bastard shouted the loudest just now?"

The speaker had silver hair that danced wildly in the wind, golden vertical pupils that were full of rage, and he was holding a table leg that had been taken from somewhere.

The other one wore a black and red robe, with a pink suspender hanging strangely from his chest. He carried no weapon, but the black demonic aura surrounding him was more terrifying than any divine weapon.

Sect Leader Wang got up, straightened his clothes, and forced himself to remain calm: "I am from the Golden Saber Sect..."