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

The bridal chamber was so quiet that only the occasional crackling sound of the burning red candles could be heard.

Jiang Yining looked down at the red head resting on her knees.

Yu Luofeng's breathing was extremely long and even.

With each exhale, the warm breath penetrated the thin fabric of her skirt, burning the skin on the inside of her thighs.

The faint, tingling sensation made her furrow her brow slightly.

She adjusted her posture and moved her legs out half an inch.

Yu Luofeng's head slid down, brushed against her knee, and finally landed firmly in the hollow between her legs.

His lips were almost touching the surface of her skirt.

Jiang Yining's lips twitched.

Okay, it can't be moved.

She simply gave up on this futile attempt and turned her attention back to the important matter at hand.

The Myriad Spirits Divine Tree in the dantian is steadily absorbing the surrounding Yin energy.

Those invisible, chilling energies flowed continuously into her meridians along the texture of the ice bed.

Each time the little flower bud takes a bite, it trembles slightly and emits a faint golden light.

It's not fast, but it's consistent.

This bridal chamber is a natural yin-gathering formation; as long as she sits here, energy will come to her on its own.

Time flowed slowly in silence.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Yu Luofeng suddenly moved.

His shoulders began to twitch slightly, his brows furrowed, and his lips moved, uttering some intermittent murmurs.

"don't want……"

Jiang Yining opened her eyes.

She didn't say anything, but leaned down slightly and brought her ear close to his lips.

"Don't...lock him up..."

Yu Luofeng's voice was extremely weak, carrying a sense of fragile vulnerability.

It was completely different from his gloomy and violent tone when he was awake.

"It hurts... Mother... Fengfeng is in so much pain..."

Jiang Yining's eyes flickered slightly.

Mother?

The word sounded extremely out of place coming from the mouth of a tyrant who was only at the semi-saint level.

But she immediately realized what was going on.

This is the true "primitive memory" that is suppressed in the deepest part of the body.

"Why doesn't Mother want Fengfeng anymore...?"

"Fengfeng didn't cry... Fengfeng held back..."

"Those people are back... They locked Fengfeng in a coffin... It's so dark..."

Yu Luofeng's body began to tremble violently.

His fingers gripped Jiang Yining's skirt so tightly they spasmed, his knuckles turning white.

"Please stop pouring it in...please..."

"Fengfeng's head hurts so much..."

Jiang Yining's mind raced.

Coffin, infusion, headache.

These fragments, when pieced together, point to an extremely clear conclusion.

Yu Luofeng's dual personality was not innate.

It was artificially created.

Someone forcibly altered his soul using some extreme method during his childhood.

Living people are sealed in specially made coffins.

They poured a large number of evil spirits and vengeful ghosts into the coffin.

Let these vengeful spirits devour the souls of the living.

Those who survive will experience a transformation in their souls.

A personality that endures suffering.

A personality that unleashes violence.

"That's terrible."

Jiang Yining made a faint comment in her mind.

However, she had no intention of being overly compassionate.

She only has one focus.

The crack in Yu Luofeng's soul is her key.

As long as she continues to provide "comfort," this demigod is her puppet.

The dominant personality needs pain relief.

The alternate personality needs a sense of security.

She can satisfy both sides.

Jiang Yining reached out and transferred the extremely faint wood-elemental life force from her palm into Yu Luofeng's scalp.

His trembling subsided quickly.

His furrowed brows relaxed.

The corners of her mouth even turned up slightly, revealing an extremely fragile smile.

Jiang Yining looked at that smile and slowly ran her fingers through his hair.

Her movements were unusually gentle.

But there was no warmth in her eyes.

"Sweetie, keep sleeping." Her voice was very low. "I'll keep your things for you for now."

As she spoke, her other hand naturally reached for Yu Luofeng's shirt.

The collar of her red wedding dress was open.

A small section of pale collarbone was visible inside.

Below the collarbone, something was hanging from an extremely thin black thread, hidden deeper inside the clothing.

Jiang Yining's fingertips traced the silk threads downwards.

Her fingers slipped inside his shirt.

The skin my fingertips touched was cold and smooth, yet incredibly delicate to the touch.

It's like the finest white jade that has been polished for a thousand years.

Her fingers continued downwards.

I felt the end of the silk thread right in the center of his chest.

It was a black token the size of a fingernail.

The token has the character "鬼" (ghost) engraved on it.

Jiang Yining's finger lingered on the token for two seconds.

The roots of the Myriad Spirits Tree quietly emerged and swept around the surface of the token.

This token contains extremely pure semi-saint level Yin spirit power.

Moreover, it has an extremely close connection with the entire Ghost King Palace's grand formation.

This is the core token of the Ghost Realm.

Obtaining this item is equivalent to obtaining the right to pass through all the forbidden areas of the Ghost King's Palace.

Jiang Yining really wanted to tear it off.

But she held back.

This token is directly bound to Yu Luofeng's soul.

He will definitely wake up the moment it is forcibly taken away.

Moreover, he woke up in the most enraged state of his primary personality.

She wasn't confident she could withstand a berserk semi-saint in such a confined space.

We need to try a different approach.

Let him hand it over himself.

Jiang Yining pulled her hand out of Yu Luofeng's clothes.

When my fingertips brushed against his Adam's apple, his body trembled slightly, and he let out a very muffled nasal sound.

She withdrew her hand and continued to sit quietly.

Continue to absorb yin energy.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.

Yu Luofeng's breathing rhythm changed.

It changed from being extremely profound and long to being short and irregular.

His eyelids began to twitch.

His fingers unconsciously tightened and loosened on Jiang Yining's skirt.

I'm about to wake up.

Jiang Yining immediately adjusted her state.

She quickly suppressed her cultivation back to the early stage of the Spirit Awakening Realm.

His face turned pale instantly.

He leaned back, looking weak and exhausted from being tormented by the yin energy.

The only thing that never stopped was the faint wood-type life force continuously emanating from the palm.

As long as this aura continues, Yu Luofeng will not harbor any murderous intent towards her.

Yu Luofeng's eyelashes trembled suddenly.

Those eyes slowly opened a crack.

His scarlet pupils flickered in the red candlelight.

Distracted, scattered, and bewildered.

He stared at a small patch of skirt in front of him for a few seconds.

Then he slowly raised his head.

The gaze moves upwards along Jiang Yining's waistline.

It swept across her chest, collarbone, and chin.

Finally, I met her calm eyes.

Yu Luofeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He pushed himself up from the bed and sat up, his back hitting the bedpost of the icy bed.

"you!"

His voice was hoarse and grating.

A fierce wariness and killing intent flashed in his scarlet eyes.

But then, his brow twitched.

The gentle vitality emanating from Jiang Yining's palm was continuously flowing into his soul through the contact points remaining on his scalp.

No, it doesn't hurt anymore.

This left Yu Luofeng frozen in place.