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

The night was as dark as ink. In the most luxurious Xuan Yin guest room deep within the Ghost King's Palace, the previously ambiguous atmosphere was instantly shattered by a chilling sword aura.

The priceless ice silk bed was neatly broken in the middle, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

The mandarin duck pillow in Yu Luofeng's arms fell to the ground, rolled twice, and picked up dust from the jade floor tiles. He stood barefoot at the edge of the ruins, his red clothes fluttering in the night wind. His face, which had been pitiful, now revealed a chilling stubbornness.

Gu Qinghan stood at the doorway of the inner room, dressed in pristine white, yet his robes were stained with boundless rage. The Nine Nether Ice Flame longsword in his hand flickered with eerie green flames, lowering the surrounding temperature to freezing point.

"Get out." Gu Qinghan's voice was low and deep, each word like a shard of ice squeezed out from between his teeth.

Yu Luofeng sniffed, the watery light in his peach blossom eyes instantly vanishing, replaced by the rage of a half-saint realm expert who had been offended. He pointed at the broken bed on the ground, his voice shrill: "You ruined Fengfeng's bed! You even tried to kill Fengfeng!"

"So what if I kill you?" Gu Qinghan sneered, flicking his wrist to unleash a sword flourish aimed straight at Yu Luofeng's brow. "Climbing through a woman's window in the middle of the night, is this the despicable way the Lord of the Ghost Realm behaves?"

"My sister promised to sleep with me!" Yu Luofeng roared back defiantly, her body erupting with yin energy, and countless black ghost hands emerged from the ground, instantly grabbing the sword blade that Gu Qinghan was thrusting at her.

"Sizzle—"

The ice flames collided with the ghostly energy, producing a corrosive sound that made one's teeth ache.

"She agreed to your request?" Gu Qinghan's jealousy instantly transformed into a palpable killing intent. "She's mine, Gu Qinghan's woman. Who do you think you are?!"

boom!

Gu Qinghan no longer held back, unleashing his full power at the early stage of the Dao Inquiry Realm. The Nine Nether Ice Flame transformed into a roaring green dragon, smashing through the roof and charging towards Yu Luofeng with a world-destroying momentum.

Not to be outdone, Yu Luofeng flashed forward, crashing through the wall and soaring into the sky. He made a grasping motion with both hands, and the yin energy condensed into a giant white skull, which opened its massive maw and bit down hard on the green dragon.

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar, a dazzling yet deadly firework exploded in the sky above the Ghost King's Palace.

A massive shockwave swept across the area, instantly reducing buildings within a hundred-foot radius of the guest rooms to dust. Countless precious glazed tiles and ancient wooden beams and pillars were reduced to flying debris.

The moment the two started fighting, Jiang Yining cast a high-level Vajra Talisman on herself and retreated like lightning to a safe corner at the edge of the ruins.

She patted non-existent dust off her skirt and looked up at the two people locked in a fierce battle in mid-air.

"Boom!"

Another side hall had its roof flattened by Gu Qinghan's sword energy.

"Splash—"

Yu Luofeng's summoned white bone seal missed its mark, instead smashing half of the Ghost King Palace's treasure pavilion.

Jiang Yining raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping across the ruins before finally settling on a surviving white marble round table in the corner. She walked over slowly, took out a set of purple clay teaware from her storage ring, and then pulled out a can of premium Snow Mountain Cloud Mist Tea that Gu Qinghan had given her before.

A wisp of spiritual fire flicked from my fingertip, and I boiled water, rinsed the tea, and brewed it.

His movements were fluid and elegant, as if he were admiring the moon in his own backyard, rather than being in the center of a battlefield between two top-tier powerhouses.

The aroma of tea rose gently, creating an extremely eerie contrast with the pungent smell of gunpowder in the surroundings.

"Lord Tower! Your Majesty! Stop fighting!"

"My ancestors! That was the Hall of Gathering Yin, left behind by the former king!"

In the distance, a group of ghost clan elders dressed in black robes rushed over, stumbling and scrambling. Looking at the apocalyptic scene in mid-air, they were all anxious and pounded their chests, but dared not approach the raging vortex of spiritual energy.

The elder, with his sharp eyes, spotted Jiang Yining sitting in the ruins drinking tea.

As if they had seen a lifeline, the Grand Elder and a group of old ghosts knelt down in front of Jiang Yining.

"Madam! Please, Madam, have mercy!" The Grand Elder kowtowed repeatedly, his voice filled with anguish. "If the fighting continues, this Ghost King's Palace will be completely destroyed! This is the foundation of the Ghost Realm for tens of thousands of years!"

Jiang Yining put down her teacup and gently blew on the tea leaves floating on the surface of the water.

She raised her eyelids, revealing an extremely weak and frightened appearance. She clutched her chest and gasped softly, "Elder, as you can see, I am just a weak woman in the Spirit Awakening Realm. Those two above me are a Dao Inquiry Realm cultivator and a Half-Saint. If I were to speak, I'm afraid my heart would be shattered by the aftershocks before my voice could even travel."

The elder's lips twitched.

Weak woman?

When that aftershock swept over just now, not a single drop of water spilled from your teacup!

But the old ghost, who had lived for over a thousand years, was well aware of the intricacies involved.

The elder gritted his teeth, reluctantly pulled a black storage ring from his sleeve, and raised it high above his head.

"Madam, you've been frightened! This is a small token of my appreciation, containing 100,000 top-grade Yin Spirit Stones and three thousand-year-old Netherworld Blood Ginsengs, as a token to calm your nerves!"

Jiang Yining's gaze swept over the storage ring, but she did not reach out to take it.

She sighed, her brows furrowing slightly. "Elder, you're too kind. It's just... my throat was choked by the smoke and dust earlier, and it's really dry. I'm afraid I won't be able to shout."

The First Elder was taken aback, then realized what was happening. He cursed inwardly, "Vampire," and turned to look at the Second and Third Elders behind him.

"What are you all standing there for! Can't you see that Madam's throat is sore!"

The second and third elders exchanged a bitter glance, their faces full of resentment, and could only tremble as they pulled out their family's wealth.

"Madam! Here are 50,000 top-grade Yin Spirit Stones, and a set of top-grade defensive magic artifact, the 'Black Tortoise Armor'!"

"Madam! This is a piece of ancient, dark wood that I've treasured for millennia; it can calm the mind and soothe the soul!"

Three storage rings were neatly arranged on the round table in front of Jiang Yining.

Jiang Yining finally revealed a satisfied smile. With a flick of her sleeve, the three storage rings vanished instantly, disappearing into her sleeve pocket.

"Since the elders are so sincere, I will reluctantly give it a try."

Jiang Yining cleared her throat and stood up.

She didn't use her spiritual power to amplify her voice. Instead, she looked up and, facing the two intertwined figures in mid-air, called out in an extremely weak voice, trembling slightly:

"Cold and chilly...windy..."

"My head is so dizzy... my chest hurts so much..."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like some kind of precise spell, instantly piercing through the overwhelming sword energy and ghostly wails, clearly penetrating the ears of the two men.

midair.

Gu Qinghan, who was about to unleash his killing move, froze.

He abruptly withdrew the icy flames that filled the sky, disregarding even his protective aura, and transformed into a streak of white light as he swooped down.

"Ning'er!"

On the other side, Yu Luofeng also stopped instantly. The thousands of evil ghost phantoms behind him vanished in an instant, and he crashed to the ground like a red cannonball.

"elder sister!"

The two landed next to Jiang Yining almost at the same time.

One left and one right.

Gu Qinghan grabbed Jiang Yining's left hand, frantically probing her meridians with his divine sense, his face full of anxiety: "Where does it hurt? Has the poison gas flared up again? Or were you injured by the aftershocks?"

Yu Luofeng clung tightly to Jiang Yining's right arm, looking at her with teary eyes, burying her face in her sleeve: "Sister, it doesn't hurt, Fengfeng will blow on it for you! Blowing on it will make it stop hurting!"

Gu Qinghan shoved Yu Luofeng's head away, glaring angrily, "Get away! Don't touch her! Your yin energy will worsen her condition!"

Yu Luofeng stumbled from the push, immediately bristling with anger. She bared her teeth and claws, ready to pounce on Gu Qinghan: "You bad old man! You started it! If you hadn't scared me, I wouldn't be dizzy!"

It looked like the two were about to start fighting again.

Jiang Yining's body went limp, and she fell into Gu Qinghan's arms.

She squinted, her eyelashes fluttering, looking as if she might die at any moment: "Stop arguing... The noise you're making is too loud, it's making my blood boil... I feel like throwing up..."

Gu Qinghan's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

He looked at Jiang Yining, whose face was "pale" in his arms, his eyes filled with self-blame and regret.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have made a move here." Gu Qinghan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the killing intent within him. He glared fiercely at Yu Luofeng, "Today, for Ning'er's sake, I'll spare your life for now."

Yu Luofeng glared back defiantly, but seeing Jiang Yining's distressed expression, he could only reluctantly retract his claws.

"If it weren't for my dizziness, Fengfeng would have already turned you into a meat patty!" Yu Luofeng snorted, then moved closer to Jiang Yining and carefully tugged at her clothes. "Sister, how about we switch rooms? Fengfeng has so many beautiful palaces."

Jiang Yining closed her eyes, concealing the extremely triumphant smile in them.

Moreover, after this incident, her position in the Ghost King's Palace is now completely secure. Even the Grand Elder has to give her gifts; from now on, won't she be able to take whatever resources the Ghost Realm has to offer?

"Qinghan, carry me to rest," Jiang Yining said weakly.

Gu Qinghan nodded, bent down, and scooped her up in his arms. He coldly glanced at the surrounding ruins and the kneeling elders, and said in a deep voice, "Immediately prepare the quietest room with the least yin energy. If there is even the slightest mishap, I will tear down your entire Ghost Realm!"

The Grand Elder, feeling as if granted a pardon, quickly scrambled to his feet and led the way: "Yes, yes, yes! Tower Master, please follow me! There is a warm pavilion in the back, paved with top-grade fire spirit jade, perfect for the Lady to recuperate!"

Gu Qinghan carried Jiang Yining and strode away.

Yu Luofeng followed behind, her little tail wagging. She picked up the dusty mandarin duck pillow, brushing the dust off as she muttered, "Sister, wait for Fengfeng! Fengfeng wants to go to the warm pavilion too!"

The group left the ruins in a grand procession.

Only a group of ghost elders remained, heartbroken and devastated, looking at the devastated Ghost King Palace.

This isn't like we've invited a miracle doctor; it's like we've invited two patriarchs!