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

On the first night after the Sword Master's ascension, the desolate abyss was eerily quiet.

Inside the main hall, candlelight flickered.

Jiang Yining was sitting cross-legged on the ancient Xuanbing Jade Marrow bed, which could accommodate seven or eight people, with a jade slip in her hand and her brows furrowed.

He sighed, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the jade slip. "Without a peak Mahayana cultivator to guard it, this desolate abyss is like a piece of braised pork without a lid, and everyone wants to take a bite."

"If A-Ning feels lonely, I'd be happy to serve you."

A deep, hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

The window of the bedchamber was suddenly flung open by demonic energy, and Ye Wuhen leaned against the window frame. He was dressed unusually... flamboyantly today.

His collar was wide open, revealing a large expanse of muscular chest muscles, with a few drops of water—whether dew or deliberately sprinkled bathwater—clinging to it, glistening alluringly in the candlelight.

"Get out." Jiang Yining didn't even look up. "The door is over there. Don't break my window frame. It's made of mahogany. Three thousand spirit stones."

Instead of rolling away, Ye Wuhen darted to the bedside like a boneless snake.

"Three thousand spirit stones? I'll give you thirty thousand."

With a wave of his hand, the Demon Lord sent a heavy storage bag onto the bed. He then braced himself against Jiang Yining's side with one hand, his purple demonic eyes like hooks.

"That man surnamed Ji is gone. This long night, doesn't Aning feel... empty?"

Jiang Yining finally raised her head, looking at him with a half-smile: "Empty?"

"yes."

Ye Wuhen moved even closer, his breath brushing against her ear: "Isn't this bed... a bit too wide? I'm naturally warm, so I'll warm you up."

"Cough cough."

A forced cough came from the doorway.

Chu Jinglan, dressed in a scholar's robe, held a bowl of steaming ginseng soup in his hand, a gentle, jade-like smile on his face: "Do not look at what is improper, do not listen to what is improper."

"Demon Lord, breaking into a woman's boudoir in the dead of night, if this gets out, it will likely damage A-Ning's reputation."

Ye Wuhen rolled his eyes: "Chu Jinglan, stop pretending to be all high and mighty. What did you put in this ginseng soup? Why does it smell like deer antler?"

Chu Jinglan remained expressionless as he stepped into the room and gently placed the ginseng soup on the bedside table: "This is the 'Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Soup' to strengthen the body's foundation. I noticed that Aning has been overworking lately, so I specially prepared it. As for the deer antler... that's just for flavoring."

"Enhance the flavor?" Ye Wuhen scoffed. "I bet it's just to boost your own morale, isn't it? What, are you afraid you can't satisfy Aning?"

"vulgar."

Chu Jinglan opened the folding fan and gently shook it, but his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"In this respect, Confucianism emphasizes the importance of accumulating knowledge and experience before unleashing it, unlike some people who only seek momentary pleasure and have only a fleeting interest."

"Who are you calling half an incense stick?!" Ye Wuhen bristled, his demonic energy surging around him.

"Since you two are both here..."

Another voice rang out.

Bai Ze, carrying a pillow and wearing a fluffy white bathrobe, walked in barefoot.

The nine enormous fox tails behind him dragged on the ground like a moving carpet.

The demon emperor blinked his innocent big eyes and walked straight to Jiang Yining's other side, skillfully resting his head on her knee and rubbing it against her: "A-Ning, Wu Bao had a nightmare tonight and insisted on sleeping with you. I couldn't soothe her, so I had to send myself to take her place."

Jiang Yining: "..."

She looked down at the furry head on her knee, then at the demon lord with his exposed chest muscles on her left, and the Confucian sage with deer antler soup on her right.

This isn't emptiness, it's overcrowding!

"Shut up, all of you." Jiang Yining took a deep breath and closed the jade slip.

The three men fell silent instantly, all looking at her with anticipation, provocation, and a hint of barely perceptible tension in their eyes.

Ji Lingxiao is gone. Although his biggest competitor has temporarily withdrawn, whoever can fill this void will gain the upper hand in the days to come.

Jiang Yining's gaze swept over the three of them.

"Night Without Trace, haven't you fixed the crack in your magic core yet?" she suddenly asked.

Ye Wuhen was taken aback, and subconsciously covered his chest: "That's just a minor injury..."

"Enough with the nonsense." Jiang Yining pointed to the foot of the bed. "Lie down."

Ye Wuhen's eyes lit up: "Here? Now? The two of them are watching... Aning, this is so exciting!"

"What are you thinking about!"

Jiang Yining slapped him on the forehead: "I'm here to heal you! The demonic energy in your body is about to surge again, and I'm going to straighten your meridians tonight."

After saying that, she looked at Chu Jinglan and said, "Your righteous energy has been a bit weak lately. It must be because you've been taking care of Erbao. You can protect me from now on, and I'll help you regulate it while I'm at it."

Finally, she ruffled Bai Ze's fox ears: "As for you, since you're here, you'll be in charge of providing heating. Spread out your nine tails; this jade bed is indeed a bit cold."

The three grown men looked at each other in bewilderment.

So all that arguing turned out to be just a bunch of "tools"?

"What? You don't want to?" Jiang Yining raised an eyebrow. "If you don't want to, then get out and close the door behind you."

"Of course I'm willing! Why wouldn't I be!"

Ye Wuhen was the first to react, lying down with lightning speed and even thoughtfully unbuckling his belt.

"Come on, Aning, don't hold back, heal your wounds thoroughly!"

Chu Jinglan's lips twitched. He silently put down the ginseng soup and sat down cross-legged.

Bai Ze sighed, resignedly conjuring nine enormous tails that made the entire bed soft and fluffy.

That night, sounds that made people blush could be heard from time to time in the main hall of the desolate abyss.

"Ouch... Be gentle! Ah Ning, you're using too much force!" (This is the Demon Lord's scream as his meridians are being cleared.)

"My wife, give it to me..." (This is the Confucian sage receiving a spiritual infusion.)

"Don't pull...you can't pull there...that's hair!" (This is the Demon King's protest against being disliked for losing his fur.)

Steward Zhao, who was standing guard outside the hall, listened to the commotion inside, silently put a calming talisman on himself, and wrote it down in his notebook:

"Chronicles of the Desolate Abyss": On the first night of the Sword Master's ascension, the City Lord fought against three opponents single-handedly in a fierce battle, setting a model for us all.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight shone into the main hall, Ye Wuhen walked out, leaning against the wall.

His usually arrogant and handsome face was now as pale as paper, with huge dark circles under his eyes, and his legs were still trembling slightly.

But strangely, a smug smile, as if he had achieved great satisfaction, lingered on the corners of his mouth.

Just as I stepped out, I bumped into Situ Kong, who was returning from his morning exercise with the children.

Situ Kong looked him up and down, then gasped, "Ye Wuhen, you... you got beaten up?"

"Go away, what do kids know?"

Ye Wuhen raised his chin smugly, though his voice was a little weak: "A-Ning was very sweet and affectionate towards me last night."

Situ Kong: "..."

Looking at Ye Wuhen's "I'm completely drained but... so happy" expression, he silently covered Si Bao Jiang Jingzhi's ears.

"Daddy, did Uncle Demon Lord wet the bed?"

Si Bao pried open Situ Kong's hand and pointed at Ye Wuhen's still dripping clothes.

Ye Wuhen's face stiffened: "That's spiritual liquid! It's holy water! Don't you understand?!"

Last night was indeed "horrific".

In order to completely repair Ye Wuhen's damaged demon core during the beast tide, Jiang Yining directly used the roots of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree.

The tendrils followed the meridians, forcefully clearing away the violent and chaotic demonic energy within his body.

The feeling was like having your veins scrubbed with a steel wool pad—a mix of sourness and pleasure, a bittersweet experience.

"However..." Ye Wuhen clenched his fist, feeling the pure yet empty magical power within his body, "the bottleneck seems to have loosened."

Don't get too excited yet.