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

The Ghost King's Palace has eighteen underground levels.

This place was originally Yu Luofeng's private dungeon, which he used to create puppets, but now it has been transformed into an extremely eerie bridal chamber.

The walls were covered with scarlet silk, intricate soul-binding runes drawn with dark gold blood. In the four corners of the room, thick red candles burned, emitting an extremely sweet and cloying fragrance—mermaid candles made from the fat of living people.

In the very center of the room stood a huge bed of ice that had stood for millennia.

"Bang!"

Jiang Yining was roughly thrown onto the icy bed by Yu Luofeng. The biting cold instantly seeped into her body through her thin clothes, as if it were freezing her blood.

Yu Luofeng stood by the bed, looking down at Jiang Yining, his eyes gleaming with extreme excitement.

"Be good and wait here for me."

"At the wedding in three days, I will personally help you put on your wedding dress."

Yu Luofeng stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and revealed a cruel smile.

"I need to prepare the best preservative solution. After all, I would be heartbroken if such a perfect body were to be damaged even in the slightest."

After saying that, he turned and strode away.

The heavy obsidian door slammed shut with a loud bang. Countless extremely powerful sealing formations lit up on the door, completely severing all connection between the bridal chamber and the outside world.

Only the flickering light of red candles remained in the room.

As Jiang Yining lay on the ice bed, the fear and despair on her face vanished instantly.

Instead, there was an extremely calm calculation.

She slowly sat up, and without any disgust, touched the ancient ice bed beneath her, feeling an extremely pure coolness through her fingertips.

"This is really a good thing," Jiang Yining murmured to herself.

This bridal chamber was clearly the core of an extremely large Yin-gathering array. The Yin energy here was ten times purer than that of the Ten Thousand Ghost Cave. Yu Luofeng intended to use this Yin energy to nourish her physical body and prevent it from decaying during the puppet-making process.

Little did they know, this would be a boon for Jiang Yining.

Jiang Yining sat cross-legged on the ice bed, formed hand seals, and directly released the restriction on her dantian.

"Little Wooden Head, dinner's ready."

The Divine Tree of Myriad Spirits instantly erupted with an extremely dazzling purple-gold light. Countless roots pierced through her skin and plunged directly into the icy bed beneath her.

"suck!"

Jiang Yining gave a low shout in her heart.

The yin energy within the entire bridal chamber surged wildly into her body like rivers flowing into the sea. The flames of the red candles flickered violently, and the soul-locking array patterns on the walls began to glow intermittently.

Inside the dantian, the pale golden bud trembled with excitement. It was like a gluttonous beast that could never be satisfied, greedily devouring this extremely pure energy.

Jiang Yining's cultivation level began to weaken again.

Mid-stage Spirit Awakening Realm... Breakthrough!

Late stage of the Spirit Awakening Realm!

Go all the way.

Jiang Yining squinted her eyes in comfort. This Ghost King Palace was simply her blessed place.

Time passed day by day. Jiang Yining absorbed energy day and night in the bridal chamber. When she was hungry, she would nibble on a few top-grade spiritual herbs from her storage ring, and when she was thirsty, she would drink a few sips of Yin marrow liquid. Her days couldn't have been more comfortable.

The third day. The wedding day has arrived.

Heavy footsteps echoed outside the bridal chamber.

Jiang Yining quickly concealed all her aura. The roots of the Myriad Spirit Divine Tree instantly retracted into her dantian. She suppressed her cultivation to the early stage of the Spirit Awakening Realm, then skillfully lay down on the ice bed, feigning a weak appearance as if she were on the verge of death from the torment of Yin energy.

"Boom!"

The obsidian door was slowly pushed open.

Yu Luofeng entered, dressed in an extremely ornate scarlet wedding gown. In his hands, he carried a tray covered with a red cloth. The tray reeked of blood.

Yu Luofeng walked to the bedside and looked at Jiang Yining, who was lying on the bed with a pale face. His eyes were filled with fanaticism.

"My bride."

Yu Luofeng's voice was extremely soft, yet it carried a chillingly perverse quality.

He yanked off the red cloth covering the tray.

Inside was an extremely exquisite set of silver scalpels and a soul-binding chain that emitted a faint black light.

"The time has come."

Yu Luofeng picked up an extremely sharp boning knife, the blade gleaming with a bloodthirsty cold light in the glow of the red candle.

"I've been thinking about this for three days."

"I've decided to start the incision from your spine."

"There is an extremely perfect curve there. The peeled skin can definitely be made into the most beautiful fan surface."

Yu Luofeng laughed hysterically. He reached out and roughly tore open Jiang Yining's outer garment, revealing her fair and smooth shoulders.

The cold blade pressed against Jiang Yining's skin. With just a slight cut, blood would gush out.

Jiang Yining did not dodge.

She simply turned her head with utmost calmness, looking at Yu Luofeng with an extremely tolerant, even slightly pitying, gaze.

Yu Luofeng was stunned for a moment.

He utterly loathed that look. That look that seemed to see right through his disguise, to see into the endless pain and wounds deep within his soul.

"You're asking for it!"

Yu Luofeng flew into a rage, gripped the boning knife tightly, and stabbed it viciously into Jiang Yining's shoulder.

Just as the knife tip was about to pierce the skin.

Jiang Yining secretly activated the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree.

A trace of extremely pure and gentle "wood-based vitality and soothing" aura silently emanated from her skin.

This aura was extremely faint, but for Yu Luofeng, it was like rain after a long drought.

Yu Luofeng froze instantly.

He had practiced extremely yin and evil techniques for many years, and his soul had long been riddled with holes by the backlash of countless ghosts. He endured the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart every moment. This was the root cause of his violent and unpredictable personality.

But at the moment.

The moment that pure wood-elemental life force touched him, his tearing headache miraculously subsided. The extremely frenzied killing intent deep within his soul was gently soothed as if by a pair of incredibly gentle hands.

Yu Luofeng's pupils contracted sharply, and the hand gripping the knife began to tremble violently.

"What...what did you do?"

Yu Luofeng's voice carried an unusually rare hint of panic. He wanted to back away, but his body honestly craved that scent. Like a dying addict suddenly smelling the antidote.

Jiang Yining did not speak.

She simply raised her hand very slowly.

He concentrated that soothing feeling at his fingertips.

Then, she gently touched Yu Luofeng's forehead.

"Fengfeng, it doesn't hurt anymore," she said softly.

boom!

Yu Luofeng felt a faint buzzing in his mind. All the pain, all the violence, all the bloodlust vanished in that instant.

An unprecedented tranquility.

The boning knife in Yu Luofeng's hand clattered to the ground.

His scarlet eyes gradually lost focus. He took a deep, greedy breath, and his body involuntarily leaned forward.

Finally, he obediently rested his noble head on Jiang Yining's lap.

He closed his eyes, and his breathing became extremely steady and long.

The mighty Lord of the Ghost Realm, a semi-saint realm ruler, a ruthless and insane tyrant who kills without blinking an eye, actually fell asleep leaning against his prey's leg while preparing to dissect it.

Jiang Yining looked down at Yu Luofeng, who was leaning against her lap.

She casually reached out and ruffled his long red hair as if petting a vicious dog.

A mocking sneer curled at the corner of his lips.

A tyrannical demon king? He's nothing but a pathetic wretch who craves love.

Another one has been manipulated.

Jiang Yining's gaze fell on the top-grade Yin jade at Yu Luofeng's waist, which exuded an extremely rich Yin energy.

Without any hesitation, she reached out and ripped off the priceless Yin Jade, then casually stuffed it into her storage ring.

"Since she's asleep, I'll just pay for the accommodation myself."

Jiang Yining clapped her hands, closed her eyes again, and activated the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree to frantically absorb the yin energy in the bridal chamber.