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

"It's you."

Bai Ze didn't listen to his nonsense at all.

boom--!!

A terrifying pressure belonging to a Demon Emperor in the Integration Stage was released without reservation.

The world changed color. The once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and the phantom of a huge nine-tailed celestial fox appeared and disappeared in the clouds, its golden eyes coldly watching the ants below.

"Plop, plop, plop."

Just like cooking dumplings.

The once-aggressive Eighteen Sects Alliance, in an instant, was reduced to kneeling, except for Sect Master Wang who could barely stand with his sword. The sound of their kneecaps shattering could be clearly heard.

"Fusion...Fusion Stage?!"

Sect Master Wang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his teeth chattering violently. How could there be a Nascent Soul stage demon in this desolate abyss?! The intelligence report didn't mention it!

Before he could process this terrifying fact, a black figure appeared before him like a ghost.

Ye Wuhen was still holding Sanbao, who was sobbing, in his arms, and gently raised his other hand.

"Shhh."

Ye Wuhen raised a finger to his lips, his heterochromatic eyes filled with undisguised killing intent. "Keep your voice down, or you'll scare my daughter again..."

At this moment, Sanbao suddenly stopped crying, opened his big, teary eyes, and pointed at the golden, gleaming sword in the hands of Master Wang.

"Bright...bright..."

The childlike voice instantly froze the murderous intent in Ye Wuhen's eyes, transforming it into an eerie tenderness.

"Which one do you like?"

He turned to look at the terrified Wang Sect Leader: "Did you hear that? My daughter said your knife is flashing."

At this moment, Master Wang was already shaken to his core by the murderous aura emanating from the Demon Lord, which resembled mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Upon hearing this, his survival instinct made him instinctively release his grip.

"Give it...give it to your daughter as a toy!"

With a clang, the golden knife fell to the ground.

"That's more like it."

With a flick of his finger, Ye Wuhen summoned the golden blade into his hand. A flash of black flame appeared in his palm, instantly erasing any filth or marks from the blade.

Then, like kneading dough, he kneaded the fine iron blade into a smooth, round iron ball.

He casually pried off the inlaid gemstone and handed it to Sanbao, while stuffing the iron ball into the child's hand: "Refine this junk a bit, and it'll be barely good enough for my daughter to grind her teeth."

Master Wang's heart was bleeding.

That's a top-grade spiritual artifact!

Just then, a clear and melodious sword cry rang out.

Ji Lingxiao had somehow ended up standing on the left side of the crowd.

He did not draw his sword, but merely glanced at the robes worn by the crowd, his brows furrowed.

"The fabric is of poor quality and the spiritual energy is weak."

A hint of disdain flashed in the Sword Master's eyes. "Keeping it is an eyesore. It'll be barely usable if you take it apart and use it as a mop."

As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of sword energies appeared out of thin air, as precise as a surgical scalpel.

Swish swish swish—!!

After a series of rapid cutting sounds.

Hundreds of cultivators were horrified to discover that their robes, storage bags at their waists, and even hairpins on their heads had all vanished from their bodies in an instant.

Apart from their undergarments, they were stripped completely naked.

Those items were neatly categorized and packaged by the sword energy in mid-air, and finally piled up at the entrance of the desolate abyss.

Throughout the entire process, no sword energy harmed anyone; this control over power is more terrifying than killing.

"My storage bag!"

"My natal flying sword!"

The cries of agony rose and fell.

"Shut up."

Chu Jinglan walked out, shaking his tattered folding fan. He glanced at the mess on the ground, then at the terrified Sect Leader Wang, and shook his head helplessly.

"This is an insult to civility."

Chu Jinglan raised his hand, and a righteous aura transformed into a golden rope, stringing the hundreds of people together like grasshoppers.

"Since you're here, don't be in such a hurry to leave." Chu Jinglan smiled warmly. "The academy is short of a few sweepers, and the spirit fields are short of a few fertilizers. I see that you all have extraordinary talent and are good candidates for hard labor."

At this point, Sect Leader Wang had completely collapsed.

The Demon Emperor, the Demon Lord, the Sword Master, the Confucian Sage… any one of these four great gods could sweep across the cultivation world, so why would they be holed up in this wretched place?!

"Spare us! Spare us! We were also misled..." Sect Leader Wang knelt on the ground, kowtowing desperately.

"Being misled?"

Jiang Yining's voice came from inside the door.

Jiang Yining slowly stepped over the threshold and walked to the pile of spoils that Ji Lingxiao had taken down, kicking it with her toe.

"Who just said they wanted to kill me without a proper burial place?"

Sect Leader Wang shuddered, pointing at the unconscious lackey beside him: "It was him! He was the one who shouted! Patriarch Jiang... no, Ancestor Jiang! I was blind to your greatness, just ignore me!"

"Release them?"

Jiang Yining smiled, a smile that was bright and beautiful, yet it sent a chill down Wang's spine.

"The desolate abyss neither supports idlers nor accepts garbage."

She turned to look at the four men behind her.

"Bai Ze, take these people to the back mountain to reclaim wasteland. Each person must reclaim ten acres of land every day. They will not be allowed to eat if they do not complete the task."

"Night Without Trace, this lion looks good. Kill it and make minced meat for Sanbao, and skin it to make carpets."

"Ji Lingxiao, take these scrap metals and melt them down. Da Bao just happens to need a training stake."

"Chu Jinglan, sort out the sect tokens and keepsakes these people are carrying, and have them pay to buy their return later."

Jiang Yining arranged everything meticulously, treating these few hundred cultivators not as human beings, but as breathing tools.

As Master Wang watched his fiery lion being dragged away, his eyes rolled back, and he completely fainted.

"etc."

Jiang Yining suddenly called out to Bai Ze, who was about to drag someone away.

She bent down and picked up a map from the pile of spoils. It had fallen out of Master Wang's storage bag.

The map is densely marked with the distribution of surrounding forces, and there are several routes marked with red lines.

"What is this?" Jiang Yining asked.

Chu Jinglan leaned closer for a look, his eyes narrowing slightly: "This is the trade route. Although the Golden Saber Sect is not strong, it occupies the vital passage where the three realms meet, and merchants coming and going have to pay them tolls."

"Toll fees?"

Jiang Yining's eyes lit up instantly.

"Wake up that Sect Leader Wang."

Jiang Yining patted the map in her hand, a meaningful smile appearing on her lips.

"I think we need to talk to this good neighbor about 'cooperation'."

"Since they're so eager to come to us..."

"Then let them stay, along with their belongings."

"After all, what we're building is more than just a home."

Jiang Yining tucked the vermilion pen behind her ear, her voice soft yet full of ambition.

"I want this place to become the biggest money pit in the entire cultivation world."