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

The needle tip was removed from the body, bringing with it a very fine strand of blood.

Gu Qinghan ignored Jiang Yining's provocative "Again," and stared intently at the woman on the glass platform.

Those hands, which were used to holding knives for years, trembled almost imperceptibly at that moment.

Chiyang Water, extremely yang and powerful, was refined from the essence of the earth's core fire veins.

Let alone a Mahayana cultivator, even a Dao Inquiry Realm expert would experience excruciating pain and boiling spiritual energy like magma if directly injected into their meridians.

But this woman in front of me.

Aside from being pale and covered in cold sweat, her aura did not weaken; instead, it strangely rose.

It's like... a long-awaited rain after a drought.

"You are indeed interesting."

Gu Qinghan's voice contained no fear, only a chilling excitement.

Gu Qinghan narrowed his pale gray eyes, and with a flash of light at his fingertips, the silver needle flew out instantly, bringing with it a string of bright red blood beads.

The blood droplet did not fall to the ground, but was enveloped by Gu Qinghan's spiritual power and floated in mid-air.

The blood was eerily red.

Upon closer inspection, a faint golden light could be seen moving deep within the blood, as if it were alive, greedily devouring the remaining medicinal power of the Crimson Sun.

Gu Qinghan took a bottle of blue liquid from the shelf next to her. It was "Mysterious Ice Liquid," which had an extremely cold attribute and was exactly the opposite of Red Sun Water.

If they don't mix, they will explode.

This is common sense.

"Tick-tock".

A drop of mystic ice liquid is dropped into the dish.

Gu Qinghan held his breath, his gray pupils suddenly contracted, and his protective aura subconsciously opened, preparing to deal with the explosion.

However, the expected roar did not occur.

The moment that drop of Xuanbing liquid touched Jiang Yining's blood, it was like water falling into a boiling oil pan—no, more like throwing a meat bun to a dog.

"laugh--"

A very faint sound.

That drop of Xuanbing liquid, powerful enough to freeze the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator, vanished into thin air in an instant!

It's not evaporation, it's not fusion.

It was swallowed up.

The drop of red blood seemed to come alive; it wriggled slightly, visibly increased in size, and became even more vibrant and lustrous in color.

"How...how is this possible?"

For the first time, a crack appeared on Gu Qinghan's perpetually icy face.

He doesn't believe in superstitions.

He then brought out a bottle of highly poisonous "bone-rotting water".

It drips in and is swallowed.

Take another bottle of "Spirit Transformation Powder".

It drips in, and is swallowed again.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Gu Qinghan, like a madman, dripped more than a dozen different medicinal liquids with completely different properties, and even conflicting ones, into the glass dish.

Without exception, the results were all the same.

That drop of blood was like a bottomless pit, accepting everything without question.

"Perfect...it's too perfect..."

Gu Qinghan lay on the control panel, his face almost touching the glass dish, his gray eyes burning with a fanatical flame, muttering to himself incessantly.

"It can break down all energy and convert it into its own nutrients... If I can decipher its structure, I can refine a true 'panacea'!"

He suddenly grabbed the quill pen next to him and frantically scribbled data on the parchment scroll, oblivious to the fact that the pen tip was tearing the paper.

At this moment.

Jiang Yining, lying on the glass platform, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The madman's attention has finally been diverted.

She tried to move her fingers, and the excruciating pain that had penetrated to the bone had subsided considerably, replaced by a tingling, warm sensation.

Inside his dantian, the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree, just like the drop of blood Gu Qinghan had seen, greedily absorbed the Crimson Yang Water that had just been injected into his body.

The leaves, which were originally somewhat withered and yellow, have now regained their vibrant green color.

On the main trunk of the sacred tree, a newly sprouted golden-red bud swayed gently with her breath, emitting strands of pure fire-elemental spiritual power, which forced back the black shadow poison entrenched deep in her meridians.

A blessing in disguise.

Jiang Yining gave a weak smile.

If it weren't for Gu Qinghan's needles and the "Red Sun Water," it would have taken her at least ten or eight years to refine the Shadow Poison on her own.

Now, things are getting better. Not only has part of the poison been neutralized, but there are even signs that his cultivation level is starting to loosen.

This isn't torture; it's clearly just gaining experience points.

"It seems I should thank the Tower Master for his 'gift'."

Although Jiang Yining's voice was hoarse, it carried an undisguised hint of mockery.

Gu Qinghan abruptly stopped writing.

He slowly straightened up, turned around, and stared intently at Jiang Yining with his gray eyes, as if he were looking at a gold mine waiting to be mined.

"Don't get too cocky."

He strode back to the glass platform and casually tossed the parchment scroll covered with scribbles on the ground.

"Blood is just a facade."

Gu Qinghan's gaze deepened, revealing a chilling intent to tear someone apart.

"When I was testing the blood just now, I discovered that it not only contained extremely strong wood-type vitality, but also a trace of... extremely domineering lightning power."

Jiang Yining's heart skipped a beat.

"Wood generates fire, fire generates earth; the mutual generation of the five elements is the ultimate principle of the universe."

Gu Qinghan bent down, placing his hands on either side of Jiang Yining's body, trapping her in this small space. The rich medicinal fragrance mixed with his cold aura wafted over her.

"But lightning represents destruction, while wood represents life. These two should be locked in a life-or-death struggle within the human body, just as lightning and fire burn a mountain, leaving nothing but barren land."

His fingertips hovered above Jiang Yining's collarbone, without touching her, yet they brought an invisible sense of pressure.

"But within your body, these two forces coexist perfectly, and even... nourish each other."

"Your bones hold thunder, but your blood nourishes wood."

Gu Qinghan strode back, his pen moving rapidly through the air, leaving behind a series of complex data runes. "Logically speaking, wood generates fire, and lightning overcomes wood. You should have spontaneously combusted and died long ago."

"Maybe I'm just tough?" Jiang Yining turned her head away, avoiding his dissecting gaze.

"A tough fate is a term used by mortals; in the cultivation world, only cause and effect and laws apply."

Gu Qinghan's Adam's apple bobbed, and a hint of almost pathological obsession flashed in his eyes.

"Jiang Yining, what secrets are hidden within your body?"

"Lord Tower Master, you jest. I'm just a country bumpkin who ascended from the lower realm. What divine object could I possibly possess?" She blinked, looking completely innocent. "I just accidentally ate a few unknown wild fruits when I was little."

"Wild berries?" Gu Qinghan sneered, clearly not believing a word of it. "What kind of wild berries could make blood devour sixth-grade Crimson Sun Water? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

"Keep making things up, go ahead and make it up."

Jiang Yining met his gaze without flinching.

She even had to laugh.

"If the Tower Master is curious, he may open it and take a look."

She tilted her head slightly, her long neck forming a graceful arc, like a swan offering its neck for slaughter, yet carrying a defiant arrogance.

"As long as... you're willing to destroy such a perfect experimental subject."

Gu Qinghan narrowed his eyes.

The air seemed to freeze.

a long time.

He suddenly straightened up and let out a short, cold laugh.

"dismantle?"

He turned and walked to the cabinet next to him, taking out an exquisite crystal box from it.

"That's something only a brute would do."

"I will peel you back bit by bit until I see your soul clearly."