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

As the three streaks of light disappeared into the distance, the noisy abyss did not return to calm; instead, it fell into a strange agitation.

Once the oppressive aura of a top-tier expert disappears, the darkness in people's hearts grows wildly like weeds.

On Yishi Square, the Golden Saber Sect prisoners, who had been obediently carrying stones, gradually slowed down their movements.

Several Golden Core stage stewards exchanged glances, their eyes occasionally glancing towards the main hall, their eyes gleaming with ill intent.

"Are those three jinxes really gone?"

"It's absolutely true! I saw them go to the North and the Middle Kingdom with my own eyes."

"That Demon Lord left a few days ago. Now, in this desolate abyss, there's only a woman who just formed her Nascent Soul, a half-dead blind man, and two infants..."

A late-stage Golden Core cultivator with a scar on his face threw down his spirit shovel, straightened up, and spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Damn it, I, a dignified protector of the Golden Saber Sect, have been washing floor tiles for that woman for half a month!"

"That blood pact only binds the sect leader; we don't have one!"

"Now's our chance, brothers! Let's rebel! We'll seize the treasures of this desolate abyss and become kings of this mountain!"

"They've rebelled! They're stealing spirit stones! They're stealing pills!"

Once the pent-up resentment was ignited, it instantly became a raging fire.

Hundreds of prisoners threw down their tools, unleashed their hidden magical artifacts, and roared as they surged toward the main hall.

Standing on the steps, Zhao Bo looked at the mob and his expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to activate the formation, he was stopped by a slender hand.

Jiang Yining appeared at the entrance of the main hall at some unknown time.

His expression was so indifferent that it was as if he were not facing hundreds of rebellious cultivators, but a swarm of buzzing flies.

"Lord of the city, this..." Uncle Zhao said anxiously.

"Let them make a scene."

Jiang Yining took a sip of tea, her voice calm: "How can new flesh grow if the rotten flesh isn't completely removed?"

"Witch! Hand over control of the Desolate Abyss and spit out all the spirit stones, and I might even leave you a whole corpse!"

Scarface, the protector, took the lead, hovering in mid-air on his sword, shouting down from above.

Without the suppression of the powerful figure in the Fusion Stage, he felt he could do it again.

Jiang Yining raised her eyelids and glanced at him indifferently.

"You dare to challenge me?"

Before she could finish speaking, the ground beneath her feet suddenly cracked open.

Rumbling--

Countless thick, emerald-green vines, as thick as pythons, burst forth from the ground at a speed as fast as green lightning.

Before the scarred man could react, a vine tightly wrapped around his ankle.

"What the hell is that? Break it!" he roared, swinging his sword to strike.

However, the flying sword, powerful enough to cut through gold and jade, struck the vines with a crisp "ding" sound, leaving not even a white mark.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying suction force came from the vines.

"Ahhh—my spiritual power! My life essence!"

Scarface let out a piercing scream.

Visibly, his once robust body rapidly withered, his skin lost its luster, and his hair turned white.

In just three breaths, a master in the late stage of the Golden Core realm was directly drained into a dried-up corpse!

With a casual flick of the vine, the dried corpse was tossed into the distant spirit field as the best fertilizer.

The square, which had been filled with shouts of battle, fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Those cultivators who had just rushed halfway stopped abruptly, staring in horror at the woman in red standing on the steps.

Behind her, countless vines danced wildly in the air, each vine topped with a flower bud full of sharp teeth, greedily oozing sticky sap at the crowd.

This is the new ability that the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree awakened after advancing to the Nascent Soul stage—the Soul-Devouring Demon Vine.

Jiang Yining put down her teacup, the porcelain cup hitting the tray with a crisp sound that struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Who else wants to be fertilizer?"

She spoke softly, even with a hint of a smile: "Perfect timing. The spirit fields are lacking fertilizer lately, and I was just wondering where to catch monsters."

puff.

It's unclear who knelt down first, but then there was a chorus of knees slamming into the ground.

Hundreds of people trembled with fear, not daring to even lift their heads.

"Lord, spare us! We've been bewitched!"

"We swear to serve Lord Jiang to the death!"

Jiang Yining snorted coldly and put away the vines that were spreading everywhere: "Uncle Zhao, pick out the ringleaders and throw them away as fertilizer."

"The remaining workload will be doubled, and if there is any further hesitation..."

A beam of green light shot from her fingertip, precisely entering the space between each person's eyebrows: "This wood seed will take root in your dantian. With just a thought, you will instantly transform into a tree, understand?"

"Understood! Understood!" The crowd kowtowed repeatedly.

After dealing with the small fry, Jiang Yining turned back to the palace and bumped into Situ Kong, who was leaning against the wall trying to sneak back to his room.

"Sect Master Situ, where are we headed?"

Situ Kong froze, slowly turned around, clutched his chest, and began to perform: "Cough cough... My wife's divine might is unparalleled, I am very pleased."

"But my chest is starting to hurt again, probably from the murderous aura I felt earlier. I need to go back to my room and rest..."

The woman he saw earlier was terrifying; he suddenly felt a little scared of being hung up by vines.

And yet, there was also a tiny bit of anticipation that he might anger her and make her "take care" of him with her vines.

"Rest at home?"

Jiang Yining walked a few steps to Situ Kong, grabbed his collar, and dragged him toward the huge desolate abyss terrain map in the center of the hall.

He shoved a cinnabar-stained array brush into his hand and patted his handsome face: "Situ Kong, you are the master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion. When it comes to array formations, you are second only to Chu Jinglan in the world."

"Draw it for me. I need a set of blueprints for a defensive array that can withstand the beast tide."

"My wife, I'm just a weakling in the Nascent Soul stage right now..."

Situ Kong tried to struggle; he was certainly capable, but he just couldn't control his mouth.

And if she were able to work, would she still worry about his injury every day?

"As long as he's not mentally ill, it's fine."

Jiang Yining pointed to the topographic map: "If you can't draw it, you won't get dinner tonight, and your wages will be deducted."

The mention of money startled Situ Kongru, who was on his deathbed.

"That won't do!"

His backache and leg pain vanished instantly, and his hand holding the array pen became as steady as a rock: "It's just a defensive array, right? As long as the materials are plentiful, I'll build you an impregnable fortress!"

"Mother!"

Just then, two small figures rushed in.

Da Bao Jiang Lei, carrying a heavy sword taller than himself, had a tense and serious expression on his face: "Mother, I can help too! Father is gone, and I'm the eldest son in the family, I'll protect you!"

Erbao Chu Anyan held a small abacus in his hand. Although he didn't walk fast, he took each step very steadily.

He walked up to the topographic map, glanced at the lines drawn by Situ Kong, and said in a childish voice, "Uncle Situ, it's such a waste that you chose the Spirit Spring as the focal point of this formation."

"If we change the location to the windy spot at the back of the mountain, and use the wind power to drive it, we can save three thousand high-grade spirit stones."

Situ Kong's hand trembled, almost causing him to draw crookedly. He stared in shock at the little boy who looked only a few years old: "Kid, you know this too?"

"I know a little."

Chu Anyan proudly raised his head: "Father taught me that increasing income and reducing expenditure are the ways to manage a household."

Looking at the adult and the two children, Jiang Yining's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

"Okay." She squatted down and patted her two sons' heads: "Da Bao will lead the patrol, and Er Bao will coordinate the supplies."

"The three of us, along with our cunning uncle, will transform this desolate wasteland into an impregnable fortress!"

Night falls.

Under Situ Kong's command, Huangyuan embarked on a frenzied infrastructure construction spree.

Without Ji Lingxiao's sword energy to split the mountain, Jiang Yining manipulated the roots of the divine tree to forcefully lift up the underground rock layers and build a high wall.

Without Chu Jinglan's righteous energy to support him, Situ Kong took out countless strange array plates and magical treasures from his storage ring, which resembled Doraemon's pocket, to fill the gap.

"Although this formation is of medium grade, it can trap a Nascent Soul stage demon beast for half an hour without any problem."

"That 'Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire Pearl' is buried at the door. Whoever steps on it will get pregnant... Ugh, whoever steps on it will ascend to heaven."