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

From inside the room came Situ Kong's weak voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, followed by a rustling sound.

The door creaked open a crack.

Situ Kong wore a loose-fitting undergarment, his hair was disheveled, and he wore his usual nonchalant smile. However, his face appeared as pale as paper in the moonlight, which only made him look like a fairy in a painting.

"You're calling me so late, have you finally come to your senses and realized that I, the man who's good at managing accounts, am the best..."

"Cough cough."

As Situ Kong spoke, he coughed, his small face looking utterly disheveled.

Seeing that he was about to fall, Jiang Yining grabbed his waist.

Upon closer inspection, the man's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his long eyelashes trembled incessantly with pain.

The watery ripples in her eyes, something different... unique.

Jiang Yining closed the door behind her, and with a flick of her finger, several luminous pearls instantly illuminated the dimly lit room.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which even the finest spices could not mask.

And in the copper basin beside the bed was a basin of black blood that had not yet been poured out.

"Is this what you call overexertion?"

Jiang Yining pointed at the basin of blood and sneered, "Did you cough up all the blood in your body?"

Situ Kong's smile froze.

Jiang Yining grabbed his wrist.

The moment her fingertips touched his pulse point, Jiang Yining's pupils contracted.

chaos.

It's too messy.

Situ Kong's meridians were like a ball of yarn scratched by ten thousand cats, causing his spiritual energy to flow in reverse.

His cultivation level even dropped to the Golden Core stage!

This is a cultivator at the late stage of the Integration Realm. What could have caused him to suffer such severe injuries?

"What did you do?"

Jiang Yining helped the person sit up on the bed, her tone icy: "Don't try to play tricks on me."

Although everyone in the illusion has a different identity, they are all the same person in terms of personality.

Having spent several years together, Jiang Yining still didn't know that the white-cut sesame dumplings were actually black.

Situ Kong gave a bitter laugh, swayed, and leaned weakly against the bedpost.

"My wife is really fierce."

He took a breath, took out a pill from his storage ring to eat, but dropped it because his hand was shaking.

Jiang Yining used her spiritual power to catch the pill, pried open his chin, stuffed it in, and then poured him a cup of spiritual tea.

"Cough cough... Murdering one's own husband..."

Situ Kong choked so badly that tears welled up in his eyes.

"explain."

Jiang Yining pulled up a chair and sat opposite him, arms crossed: "What exactly happened?"

He was perfectly fine before she went through her tribulation, and there were no external enemies attacking for a whole day.

Situ Kong was silent for a moment: "Can I not say? I did nothing to harm Huang Yuan."

"?"

Jiang Yining raised an eyebrow and snorted, "Then I'll have the people from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion come and pick you up, so you don't die in the Desolate Abyss."

"Don't……"

If it weren't for the experience of the illusion, Situ Kong would have left long ago.

Seeing Jiang Yining chatting and laughing with them, discussing the children, was so jarring that he wanted to leave countless times.

How much money did we lose if we didn't oversee the operations at Tianji Pavilion ourselves?

The arising and ceasing of conditions are all part of the cycle of destiny.

Situ Kong, a fortune teller, was well aware of this, but... he had clearly possessed her; they had once been inseparable, like a pair of lovebirds.

Knowing he couldn't escape, he could only honestly confess: "When I was ten years old, I predicted the future of the Floating Cloud Realm."

Situ Kong's voice was low and hoarse: "One day, the blood moon will fade away, and all things will wither. Whether it is the Lingxiao Sword Sect, the Confucian School, or the demon race, the end result will be destruction."

"Therefore, regardless of which faction it is, we are doing our best to cultivate people who can ascend and break through realms."

Jiang Yining exclaimed in astonishment, "Destroy... destroy the world?"

"Has no one in this world ever ascended to heaven?"

Situ Kong: "Of course there are, but they disappeared after their ascension. We suspect they perished."

Jiang Yining's heart tightened: "So you've consulted the oracle again this time?"

Situ Kong nodded: "Today, I performed another divination and saw a glimmer of hope."

Jiang Yining asked urgently, "Then what is this 'lifeline'?"

"That lifeline is connected to me."

"To see where this line leads, I used a forbidden technique from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion."

"So what did you see?" Jiang Yining asked. "What was the ending?"

"I can't see clearly."

Situ Kong shook his head, his eyes darting around: "I only saw a golden light, and then I was attacked by the backlash."

He is lying.

Jiang Yining keenly noticed it.

He must have seen something extremely terrible or extremely important, but he doesn't want to say it, or he's afraid to say it.

"You're lying. Is there something I have to do with this?"

"I'm not lying to you, life truly resides within me."

"real?"

Jiang Yining leaned closer and stared into his eyes.

Situ Kong felt a little uneasy under her gaze, and an unnatural blush rose on his originally pale face.

"Of course it's true."

His gaze wandered, finally settling on Jiang Yining's collarbone exposed at her neckline, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"My wife, I am currently seriously injured, but I am also a key person in breaking the world's destruction."

As he spoke, he tilted his body and leaned towards Jiang Yining, his head landing precisely on her knees.

"Ouch, that hurts..."

Situ Kong closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his voice became soft and clingy: "My heart hurts, my mind hurts too, I feel like I'm about to die."

"My wife, am I beyond saving?"

"What if I die like this? There's no hope for this world..."

The acting was too exaggerated.

It's like they're deliberately trying to cover something up.

If it involved other people, Situ Kong wouldn't need to desperately try to cover it up in front of her.

Moreover, he didn't do the calculations earlier or later, but precisely when she was undergoing her tribulation.

Add to that the exceptionally difficult lightning tribulation today.

Even if that life force is within her, she is only at the Nascent Soul stage and can't do anything at all.

Looking at the undisguised dark circles under Situ Kong's eyes and his slightly trembling fingers, Jiang Yining felt a softening in the hardest part of her heart.

"He won't die."

Jiang Yining didn't push him away. Instead, she took out a jade bottle from her storage ring and poured out a drop of the life essence condensed from the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree.

Open your mouth.

Situ Kong obediently opened his mouth.

The emerald green droplets fell, instantly transforming into boundless vitality, nourishing his parched veins.

The pleasurable sensation made him let out a soft moan.

"Um……"

This voice sounds so improper no matter how you look at it.

Jiang Yining's hand trembled, and she almost smashed the bottle in his face.

"Shut up!"

"It really feels so comfortable."

Situ Kong opened his eyes, his peach blossom eyes glistening with tears, looking exactly like a large dog begging for petting.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around Jiang Yining's waist, rubbing his cheek against her abdomen, and then said, "Wife, this medicine is good, but it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

"Mental illness requires mental medicine."

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Yining looked at him warily.

Situ Kong tilted his head back, a sly yet somewhat broken smile playing on his lips.

"I remember what happened in the illusion."

"Back then, you fed me bite by bite, and you held me to sleep even when it was thundering at night."

"Sister-in-law..."

He suddenly changed his form of address, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a chilling sense of taboo.

"Back then, you loved me the most."