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

Time flies, and another month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The blood-red moon hung high in the sky, emitting an ominous red light, but within the desolate abyss, a scene of bustling activity unfolded.

Under the repeated "poisoning" of the two "famous teachers" Ye Wuhen and Situ Kong, the strength of the Jiang family members underwent a tremendous change.

On the training ground.

"break!"

With a clear shout, Jiang Wensi drew a sharp sword flower with his longsword, the sword energy as cold as frost, instantly splitting a late-stage Foundation Establishment demonic beast puppet in two!

She sheathed her sword and stood there, her aura calm and composed. She had already reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, and was only one step away from Core Formation.

"good."

Situ Kong stood to the side, waving his fan with satisfaction.

"Knowing how to conceal one's strength and launch a fatal blow when the opponent's old strength is exhausted and new strength has not yet been generated is the essence of the art."

"Nonsense!"

Not far away, Ye Wuhen, who had just finished instructing another member of the clan, immediately came over to sabotage him.

"That was clearly the 'Shadow Strike' technique of our sect, which emphasizes seizing the right moment for a fatal blow!"

Situ Kong glanced at him: "A brute's view, utterly crude and vulgar."

Ye Wuhen sneered: "It's still better than your fancy fortune-telling swordsmanship. You have to consult the almanac before you can even fight."

The two resumed their usual bickering.

Not far away, Aunt Jiang, Yu Yuxue, was meditating, her body surging with spiritual energy, having successfully broken through to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

Even the least talented members of the Jiang family's collateral branches, with the combined blessing of elixirs and renowned teachers, have all entered the Foundation Establishment stage.

The entire Jiang family was thriving.

Jiang Yining stood in the corridor of the main hall, quietly watching all this, a gratified smile on her lips.

Beside her, Erbao Chu Anyan was holding a large abacus, his little hands clicking away at it.

"Mother, this month we consumed 31 million spirit stones for spiritual medicine, but the profit from the market was as high as 90 million. After deducting all expenses, we still made a net profit of more than 50 million."

Chu Anyan raised her head, her delicate, pretty face filled with the pride of "Praise me!"

"Our An Yan is really amazing."

Jiang Yining smiled and rubbed his little head.

The desolate abyss has now become a virtuous cycle.

Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction.

On this day, to celebrate the increase in the family's strength, Jiang Yining specially hosted a banquet.

The banquet was filled with clinking glasses and laughter.

Grandma Jiang sat in the main seat, looking at her children and grandchildren, her wrinkled face beaming with a smile.

"Okay, okay..."

The old lady picked up her wine glass, her hand trembling slightly: "My Jiang family suffered a great calamity, but now that we can rebuild under Ning's leadership, I can die in peace."

"What discouraging things Grandma said!"

Jiang Yining smiled and placed a piece of bamboo shoot on the old lady's plate: "You still have to watch Da Bao and Er Bao get married, and watch San Bao grow up."

"Yes, yes, may my great-grandmother live to be a hundred!"

Da Bao, being very sensible, went over and massaged the old lady's legs.

Madam Jiang was overjoyed, but just as she was about to speak, her face suddenly turned pale.

The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang" and shattered into pieces.

"grandmother!"

Jiang Yining's expression changed drastically. She flashed and instantly appeared behind the old lady, placing her palm on her back and letting her warm wood-elemental spiritual energy surge into her.

However, the spiritual power vanished instantly, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

The old lady's body was like a leaky bucket; no matter how much vitality was poured in, it was rapidly slipping away.

"How could this happen?" Jiang Yining's heart sank.

She turned around and called out, "Situ Kong, come and see!"

Situ Kong strode forward, placed two fingers on the old lady's wrist, his brows furrowing more and more, his eyes, which usually held a hint of mockery, now as deep and dark as ink.

The hall was deathly silent. Everyone held their breath. Aunt Jiang covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

After a long while, Situ Kong withdrew his hand and let out a long sigh.

"Madam... is nearing the end of her life."

These five words were like a bolt from the blue, leaving everyone stunned.

"Impossible!" Aunt Jiang exclaimed, "Mother's health has always been very good, how could this be..."

"Situ Kong, did you see clearly?"

Ye Wuhen also frowned. Although he didn't care about the lives and deaths of mortals, he couldn't ignore the people Jiang Yining cared about.

Situ Kong gave a bitter smile: "The old lady's bodily functions have completely failed, and her life force is fading. It's not due to injury or illness, but rather... her time has come."

"This is the cycle of Heaven, and cannot be cured by medicine."

His words silenced everyone.

Jiang Yining gripped her grandmother's hand tightly, her nails digging deep into her palm.

Seeing his beloved's sorrow, Situ Kong felt a pang of pain in his heart; of course, things were not that simple.

Heaven!

It is the omnipresent Way of Heaven that is correcting the "mistakes".

Although he used forbidden techniques to conceal Jiang Yining's destiny star and shield her from certain death, the power of Heaven is truly vast.

Unable to directly eliminate the concealed Jiang Yining, it redirected its backlash towards the people closest to her.

Old Madam Jiang's lifespan was forcibly taken away by the Heavenly Dao!

But he couldn't tell the truth.

Once she says it out loud, Jiang Yining will inevitably fall into self-blame and pain, and may even do extreme things to protect her family.

She was the only chance for the entire Floating Cloud Realm to survive the Blood Moon Beast Tide.

Jiang Yining must not get into trouble.

Situ Kong lowered his eyes, concealing the complex emotions within them, and spoke in an almost cruelly calm tone:

"Heavenly secrets are unpredictable, and fate is fickle."

This explanation is reasonable, yet weak and unconvincing.

Jiang Yining looked at her grandmother, who was lying on the bed barely breathing, and her eyes were filled with a terrifying storm.

"Where can I buy an elixir of immortality? I have spirit stones! I don't care how expensive it is!"

"Even if it's ten years, one year, or even just one month, that's fine!"

Situ Kong shook his head bitterly.

"There is no such thing as a true longevity elixir in this world. Her life force is completely exhausted. Giving her more elixirs would only make her weak and unable to absorb them, and might even make her die faster."

Situ Kong felt a pang of pain in his heart as he looked at Jiang Yining's eyes, which were gradually losing their luster.

She slowly uttered the cruelest words: "This is fate, Ningning, accept it."

If Heaven wants you to die, you have no choice but to die.

Ye Wuhen opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he remained silent.

In the cultivation world, there are countless powerful individuals, and some who defy fate, but when it comes to the concept of "lifespan," all beings are equal.

Elixir can heal a dying wound, but it cannot inject new time into a soul whose life has already come to an end.

Unless... one can break through the shackles of one's own cultivation and obtain the lifespan bestowed by the Heavenly Dao.

However, Madam Jiang was only a cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining, and her hopes for the future were already dashed.

The Jiang family was in chaos, filled with weeping.

The entire room was shrouded in deathly silence and sorrow.

Jiang Yining slowly released her grip, stood up, her back view desolate and lonely.