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

"Alright, stop howling."

Jiang Yining rubbed her ears: "What are you all standing there for? Have you finished your work? Have you moved all the bricks for today?"

With a wave of her hand, she reverted to her old, ruthless self.

"Steward Zhao, tally up the losses from the fright we just suffered, and send the bill to Lingxiao Sword Sect later. That old man looks quite wealthy, so he shouldn't renege on the debt."

"Yes!" Butler Zhao answered loudly.

"And you guys too." Jiang Yining turned around and looked at the four men behind her.

"Ji Lingxiao, you've lost all your points for today. Now that you've grasped the new sword intent, go and plow that rocky area behind the mountain. It'll be a good opportunity to test how well your 'Supreme Emotion Sword Intent' works."

"Chu Jinglan, that old man broke a few floor tiles when he left. Go and fix them."

"Ye Wuhen, did Sanbao just throw something on you again? Go wash up, you smell sour."

"Bai Ze..."

Jiang Yining glanced at the Demon Emperor, who was hiding behind a pillar, trying to make his presence known.

"That pheasant hasn't been plucked yet."

The four bigwigs exchanged a glance.

There was no resistance whatsoever, and it was even somewhat...sweet?

"I'll go right now!"

Seeing these usually powerful figures bustling around for a few orders, Jiang Yining patted her belly, feeling great.

This is life.

but……

Jiang Yining looked in the direction where Xuanjizi disappeared, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

Blood Moon Beast Tide.

It is indeed unusually frequent.

She doesn't have the ability to save the common people; if the common people suffer, her own family might not be spared either.

"Looks like we need to speed things up."

Jiang Yining muttered to herself, drawing a heavy circle on the ledger with her vermilion pen.

……

into the night.

The night in the desolate abyss is breathtakingly beautiful, thanks to the presence of the spirit-gathering array.

Jiang Yining lay on a rocking chair covered with soft cushions, next to three children's beds that looked very expensive.

Although Sanbao prefers to sleep on Ye Wuhen's belly.

"What are you thinking about?"

Chu Jinglan came over carrying a bowl of freshly brewed medicine to help prevent miscarriage.

The aroma of the medicine is enticing; it contains many natural and precious herbs that soothe the nerves and replenish vital energy, clearly indicating that it was made with care.

"I'm thinking about how to get a good price for your bookshelves."

Jiang Yining took the bowl of medicine and drank it all in one gulp, not minding the heat.

Chu Jinglan smiled helplessly, took the empty bowl, and handed over a candied fruit: "If those rare books are sold, what will Erbao use for his early education?"

"Erbao?"

Jiang Yining couldn't help but laugh when she thought of her son, who was learning how to "get something for nothing" from Situ Kong.

"He's not interested in your 'Emperor's Strategy' right now; he's busy figuring out how to drive up property prices in the Desolate Abyss."

Chu Jinglan's lips twitched, and he decided to skip this topic that pained him.

"Thanks to you, today's events were accomplished."

He looked at Ji Lingxiao, who was teaching Da Bao swordsmanship in the distance, with a complicated expression in his eyes.

"If you hadn't reminded him, with Ling Xiao's stubbornness, he might have really destroyed his own foundation."

Jiang Yining retorted stubbornly, "I'd be at a huge loss if I lost a free laborer."

Chu Jinglan didn't expose her.

He knew that although this woman said she was only interested in profit, she was more protective of her own people than anyone else.

"However, Xuanjizi's words are not an exaggeration."

Chu Jinglan's smile faded, and his expression turned serious: "The Blood Moon Beast Tide is indeed quite strange. In previous years, it only occurred once every ten years, and only broke out at the border."

"But recently, some places have been facing a beast tide every six months."

"and……"

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"News has come from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion that the complete Red Moon may appear ahead of schedule."

Jiang Yining sat up straight.

"In advance? How early?"

"at any time."

These two words weighed heavily on Jiang Yining's heart like a boulder.

She gazed at the dazzling Milky Way outside the window, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the account book until the sturdy Xuan paper was wrinkled.

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The changes in the desolate abyss can be described as earth-shattering.

Yi Shi was making a fortune every day. Under Situ Kong's "profiteering" management, it almost monopolized the trade of all elixirs and magical artifacts within a three-thousand-mile radius.

The mountain behind Ji Lingxiao's sword of deep affection is now full of spiritual energy, and the high-grade spiritual rice planted there has already sprouted tender shoots.

Chu Jinglan's White Jade Academy was so crowded that even the monsters had learned to line up to pay their tuition.

Everything is moving in a positive direction.

Except for that little darling who was the center of attention—Sanbao Jiang Yeyao.

"Wow--!!"

A deafening cry rang out from the main hall, accompanied by a terrifying shockwave.

"not good!"

The vermilion brush in Jiang Yining's hand snapped instantly, and her figure transformed into a blur as she rushed towards the inner hall.

Before even entering, a thick, malevolent black aura rushed towards us.

The evergreen vines that were originally placed on both sides of the corridor and transplanted from Qingqiu by Bai Ze are now withering and turning yellow at a visible speed, eventually turning into a pile of black ash.

The Golden Core stage maids guarding the door were pale and swaying, as if their life force had been forcibly drained from their bodies by some domineering force.

"Step back!"

Jiang Yining shouted sharply, then flicked her sleeve, sending a gentle surge of spiritual energy that propelled the maids a hundred feet away.

The hall was in complete disarray.

On that priceless warm jade crib, Sanbao, wrapped in a red bib, was kicking his little legs and crying his heart out.

With each cry, a visible black ripple would emanate from her body.

Wherever those ripples passed, tables and chairs rotted, spiritual flowers withered, and even the spiritual energy in the air was instantly swallowed up.

"Sweetie, don't cry, Daddy's here. Eat this, Daddy's giving you this!"

Ye Wuhen, with his hair disheveled, knelt by the bedside, completely lacking any semblance of his demon lord demeanor.

He frantically channeled the primordial demonic energy within his body, condensing it into the purest energy ball, and carefully fed it to Sanbao.

With a single, wide-open mouth, Sanbao swallowed the magical balloon—enough to flatten a mountain—in one gulp.

She's still crying, but she still wants to eat.

Ye Wuhen's face turned pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

That was primordial demonic energy; every breath was consuming his cultivation foundation.

But he didn't even frown; he just continued to refine the essence frantically, constantly coaxing, "And, and, Daddy feeds you..."

"What happened?"

Jiang Yining rushed to the bedside, wanting to reach out and hug the child.

"Don't touch her!"

Ye Wuhen suddenly raised his hand to block Jiang Yining, his voice hoarse: "Her chaotic constitution is completely out of control now, she'll absorb anything who touches her."

"If you're not careful, she'll suck you dry."

Jiang Yining paused, looking at Sanbao's little face, which was flushed red, and felt a pain in her heart as if she were being pricked by needles.

"How old is she? How could she suddenly need such a huge amount of energy?"