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

"Besides, this book is so boring."

Chu Anyan pushed the priceless rare book aside and pulled out a crumpled booklet from his sleeve. It was "On How to Swindle the Most Spirit Stones with the Least Money" that Situ Kong had secretly given him yesterday.

"I think this is much more interesting."

Chu Anyan pointed to a line in the book, his eyes shining: "'Get something for nothing,' Daddy, how do you do that? Can you get a powerful demon like Uncle Bai Ze?"

Chu Jinglan felt like his high blood pressure was about to flare up.

The mighty Ziwei Emperor Body, the future ruler of the world, actually wants to learn how to be a liar?!

"Throw that tattered book away!"

Chu Jinglan, abandoning his usual gentle demeanor, slammed his fist on the table in anger: "That's unorthodox and despicable! That's the behavior of a despicable person! You're destined to be emperor!"

"Can't an emperor make money?"

Chu An Yan retorted confidently, "An emperor without money is worse than a beggar. Look at that King You of Zhou, wasn't he just playing with the feudal lords by lighting the beacon fires because he was broke?"

"If I had money, I'd hire 100,000 people to light beacon fires for me every day. Who would dare say a word?"

Jiang Yining happened to be passing by and heard these remarks, so she couldn't help but give Erbao a thumbs up in her heart.

As expected of her son, his awareness is truly remarkable.

She walked into the study, looked at Chu Jinglan, who was red-faced and furious, and then at Erbao, who looked stubborn.

"Alright, stop pressuring the child."

Jiang Yining picked up Erbao and casually tossed the book "The Emperor's Strategy" back to Chu Jinglan.

"We'll talk about those abstract concepts of governance later. In this world, in this desolate abyss, we really need some 'practical skills'."

"Ningning! You're misleading young people!"

Chu Jinglan was heartbroken: "How could he learn those scoundrels' tricks?"

"What's wrong? Don't you want to eat?"

Jiang Yining rolled her eyes: "Look at Situ Kong. Although his character isn't great, you have to admire his accounting skills and his ability to read people."

"Since Erbao likes it, let him learn how to manage accounts and how to judge people. Isn't that a kind of imperial strategy?"

Chu Jinglan wanted to argue, but seeing Chu Anyan nestled in Jiang Yining's arms, his eyes shining as he looked at Situ Kong's tattered book, he could only sigh.

"Enough, enough, doting mothers spoil their children!"

Thus, a strange sight appeared in the desolate abyss.

Every afternoon, Chu Jinglan, the imperial tutor who used to only give pointers in the court, had to sit with a dark face and watch as the lewd Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, Situ Kong, personally taught his exceptionally talented son...

How to see through the greed in people's hearts, how to use words to bring the dead back to life.

"Watch closely, Xiao An Yan."

Situ Kong held the golden abacus, clicking away rapidly: "Doing business is all about 'information asymmetry.' We know this spiritual herb is going to go up in price tomorrow, so we have to hold off on selling it today, and we also need to find some shills to spread rumors that this herb is extinct..."

Chu Anyan listened with great interest, occasionally taking notes in his little notebook: "So that's how it is! This is what 'a rare commodity is worth hoarding' means! It's much more useful than all those grand principles Father talks about!"

Chu Jinglan, listening from the side, had veins throbbing on his forehead, and he crushed several fans in his hands.

But he had to admit that after Erbao studied with Situ Kong for a few days, his whole aura changed.

It added a touch of unfathomable depth and cunning.

That look in her eyes was exactly the same as when Jiang Yining was scheming against people.

"This child... has been completely spoiled," Chu Jinglan thought in despair.

While chaos and hustle were raging inside the desolate abyss as people worked tirelessly to raise their children, a storm was quietly brewing outside.

The sudden rise of the Desolate Abyss has already attracted the attention of various forces.

The "collective rebellion" of the Golden Saber Sect and eighteen other sects, in particular, made those righteous sects feel an unprecedented threat.

Lingxiao Sword Sect, Council Hall.

The atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like it could drip water.

Several white-haired elders sat in high positions, each of them a powerful figure in the Nascent Soul stage.

In the center of the main hall, several rogue cultivators who had escaped from the desolate abyss knelt, tearfully denouncing the crimes of that "demon cave".

"Elder, please be wise! That Jiang Yining is nothing short of a wicked and bewitching woman!"

"She not only imprisoned the Sword Master, but also bewitched the Confucian Sage and the Demon Emperor, and even the Demon Lord became her lover!"

"They built a lighthouse there, captured all the passing cultivators to work as laborers, and looted all the rare treasures in the world!"

"presumptuous!"

The eldest elder, sitting at the head of the table, slammed his hand on the table, which was made of ancient black ice and instantly turned into dust.

"Elder Ji... he is the most outstanding genius of our Sword Sect in a thousand years! He is the hope of our righteous path! How could he have fallen so low?!"

The Grand Elder was so angry his beard trembled: "For a woman, not only did he betray the sect, but he also joined forces with the demonic path! It's an utter disgrace!"

"Elder, this matter is probably not that simple."

An elder standing nearby said worriedly, "Since Jiang Yining can simultaneously control these four powerful figures, her cunning and methods must be unfathomable. The Desolate Abyss's power is growing stronger day by day; if it's not curbed soon, I fear the cultivation world will..."

"I'm going to change my surname to Jiang!"

These words struck like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts.

What righteous people fear is not only Ji Lingxiao's favoritism, but also the unknown that they cannot control.

With the combined power of four top-tier experts and the extraordinary abilities of Jiang Yining, this force is enough to overturn any existing order.

"We can't wait any longer." The Grand Elder suddenly stood up, a resolute killing intent flashing in his eyes.

A flash of light appeared in his hand, revealing a scroll exuding an ancient aura.

That was a sword intent left behind by the founding ancestor of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, containing the full power of a peak Mahayana stage strike, and also the Sword Sect's greatest treasure—the "Demon Slaying Order".

"Reveal my decree!"

The Grand Elder's voice echoed throughout the hall, carrying an unyielding authority: "Please, Ancestor, emerge from seclusion! Lead the sect's elite forces to the Desolate Abyss!"

"We must ensure that Ji Lingxiao realizes his mistake and returns to the sect!"

"If they remain obstinate and refuse to see the truth..."

The elder paused, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by coldness.

"Then kill her along with that demoness! To set an example!"

The tranquility of the abyss was shattered on a gloomy afternoon.

The clouds that were drifting leisurely in the sky suddenly seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand.

A terrifying, suffocating pressure poured down from the heavens, directly targeting Jiang Yining, who was counting money in the market.

"Is this the aura of the Mahayana stage?" Jiang Yining put down the account book in her hand and looked up at the sky.

Clang—!!

A sword cry that resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Ji Lingxiao's figure instantly appeared in mid-air, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, and the sword in his hand emitted an unprecedentedly dazzling light, forcefully withstanding the pressure that descended from the sky.

The clouds dispersed, revealing a group of cultivators dressed in white robes and carrying long swords.

The leading old man had white hair and beard, stood in the air, and held a scroll of golden edict that exuded a terrifying aura. He was none other than Ji Lingxiao's master, Xuanjizi.

"Lingxiao".

Xuanjizi looked at Ji Lingxiao, who was blocking his way, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes. "Do you know your crime?"