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

"Yi Ning, that's just prejudice."

Bai Ze said seriously, unusually abandoning his usual nonchalant demeanor: "The fox clan's enchanting arts, when mastered to perfection, are the supreme path to manipulate hearts and bewitch all beings. It is a battle of wills, how can it be compared to those low-level seductions?"

As he spoke, he straightened his clothes and gave me a look that could charm anyone: "Do I look like that kind of frivolous fox to you?"

Jiang Yining looked him up and down.

Her silver hair cascaded down her back, her golden eyes were slightly narrowed, her clothes were half-open, and her delicate collarbone was faintly visible. Her whole body exuded the word "seductive".

"Yes, it is." Jiang Yining nodded honestly.

Bai Ze: "..."

In any case, the right to education has been distributed.

Early morning light shone on the lawn of Baiyu Academy.

Situ Kong held a golden abacus in his hand and was giving special training to Jiang Jingzhi, the fourth child sitting in a small cradle.

"Son, watch carefully."

Situ Kong fiddled with the abacus beads, making a crisp sound: "This is ten thousand spirit stones. If someone wants to cross the gates of our Desolate Abyss, how much should we charge?"

Si Bao remained expressionless, his eyes, which resembled Situ Kong's, revealing a coldness beyond his years.

Suddenly, he stretched out his chubby little hand, grabbed a stone from the side, and smashed it hard on the "ten thousand" gear position, then held up two fingers.

"Twenty thousand?" Situ Kong asked tentatively.

Sibao shook her head, waved her little hand, made a horizontal cutting gesture, and then pointed to the storage bag at Situ Kong's waist.

Situ Kong gasped, his voice trembling: "You mean... you want them all?"

Si Bao's lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely faint and mercenary smile.

"Excellent! As expected of Situ Kong's son!"

Situ Kong was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes, and he wanted to hug and kiss his son: "The student has surpassed the master! That's right! Tolls are for ordinary people, but we're collecting 'life-saving money'!"

Not far away, Chu Jinglan, who was teaching Erbao to read "The Strategies of Governing the Country," heard these words and the bamboo slip in his hand cracked open with a "crack."

"This is rotten wood that cannot be carved! It's an insult to scholarship!"

Chu Jinglan was indignant and turned to look at Erbao, who was sitting upright: "Anyan, you must never follow their example in the future. We scholars should win people over with virtue."

Erbao Chu Anyan raised his head, his purple eyes flashing with a calm light: "Father, although Fourth Brother's method is crude, it is extremely efficient."

"If we combine it with Confucian concepts of 'benevolence and righteousness' and repackage it, for example, by calling it 'charitable donation,' wouldn't we be able to gain both fame and fortune?"

Chu Jinglan's hand trembled, and the bamboo slip shattered into pieces.

Oh no, this one's crooked too.

On the other side, beside the spirit spring in the back garden.

Bai Ze transformed into a giant nine-tailed white fox, lazily lying on the grass, letting Wu Bao Jiang Siyue roll around on its soft belly.

"Tangtang, look at Daddy."

Bai Ze transformed back into human form, adjusted his expression in front of the water mirror, and his eyes became deep and dreamy.

"This is called 'love at first sight'. If anyone dares to bully you in the future, just look at them like this, and you won't even need to lift a finger. Your gaze alone will make them lose their minds and become completely disoriented."

Wu Bao blinked his big eyes, seemingly understanding but not quite.

She tried to imitate Bai Ze, squinting her eyes to appear profound.

As a result of using too much force, his two eyes squeezed together, turning him into a comical cross-eyed man, with a string of glistening drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"puff--"

Ye Wuhen, who was watching the show from the tree, burst out laughing and fell headfirst from the branch.

"Hahahaha! You vixen, what kind of nonsense are you teaching? I think your own seduction skills are inadequate, and the girl you've raised is like an idiot..."

"roll!"

Enraged, Bai Ze lashed out with his fluffy tail like a steel whip, sending Ye Wuhen flying a hundred meters: "My Tangtang is cute! What do you know, you single devil!"

Although Jiang Siyue was only a few days old, she had inherited the bloodline of a divine beast and was growing at an astonishing rate. She was already able to sit up steadily.

Seeing her father was angry, she immediately crawled over on all fours, grabbed Bai Ze's fingers, and called out in a soft, sweet voice, "Daddy~"

That voice was cloyingly sweet, with a sugar content of ten plus signs.

Bai Ze melted instantly, casting aside all notions of charm and dignity.

"Hey! Daddy's here! What does Tangtang want? Daddy will pluck the stars from the sky for you to play with as marbles!"

Standing under the corridor, Jiang Yining watched the chaotic scene unfold and silently made a note in her notebook.

Situ Kong instigated Si Bao to commit robbery, deduct 50 points.

Chu Jinglan attempted to engage in sham charity, resulting in a 20-point deduction.

Ye Wuhen mocked the child, deduct 100 points.

Bai Ze... excessive pampering, deduct 30 points.

This generation of parents is so difficult to manage.

……

The education of his younger siblings is a real headache, and Jiang Lei, as the eldest, has recently encountered the troubles of growing up.

Although Jiang Lei, who is one and a half years old, looks like a seven or eight-year-old boy and has an astonishing cultivation level of mid-stage Golden Core, he is stuck in the way of swordsmanship.

On the training ground, Jiang Lei held the spirit sword given to him by Ji Lingxiao in his hand, his small face tense, and swung the sword again and again.

The sword wind howled, each strike precise and powerful, carrying the force of thunder, enough to instantly kill a cultivator of the same level.

But he was not satisfied.

"wrong."

Jiang Lei stopped what he was doing, his brows furrowed, the cold glint of the sword reflected in his purplish-gold pupils. "That's not the feeling."

Ji Lingxiao stood on the sidelines with his sword in his arms the whole time.

As a sword master in the Mahayana stage, he could naturally see the problem.

"Your sword is too 'orthodox'."

Ji Lingxiao stepped forward slowly, his voice as cold as an icy spring: "You were born with a sword bone, but you also possess the violent nature of a lightning spirit root. A sword is a weapon of violence, but also a weapon of a gentleman. My sword is meant to protect, but that may not be your path. You are imitating me, and that's why you're trapped."

Jiang Lei looked up at his father, remaining silent.

Indeed, he always took his father as his role model, trying to replicate that ultimate sword intent that could cleave through galaxies.

"Since you're confused, then let's go to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords."

Ji Lingxiao saw his son's confusion and said in a deep voice, "The swords of past sword cultivators are buried there. Perhaps you can find your answer there."

The Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, located deep within the forbidden area of ​​the Lingxiao Sword Sect, was originally a highly secret place. But now that Ji Lingxiao has brought his son in to comprehend it, who in the sect dares to utter a single word of dissent?

Half a day later, the father and son stood at the entrance of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.

This is a gloomy world, with the sky hanging low and countless broken swords and blades stuck in the desolate land, stretching endlessly, and a chilling, murderous aura permeating the air.

Each sword has accompanied a powerful warrior throughout his life of battles. Even if it breaks, its sword intent remains, weaving together into an invisible net.

Jiang Yining was worried, so she came along too. She was wearing a thick cloak and carrying a bag of freshly peeled spiritual fruits, looking just like a parent accompanying their child to the college entrance examination.

"Go," Ji Lingxiao patted his son's shoulder, "feel it with your heart, the swords here all have spirits."