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

Jiang Yining looked for three seconds, then reached out and firmly pressed down on Yu Luofeng's wrist, stopping the third slap.

Her palm touched the back of his hand.

The life force of the Divine Tree of Ten Thousand Spirits surged forth once more.

This time, she released 30% more than before.

The warm energy penetrated his skin, entered his meridians, and surged through his blood vessels toward his soul.

Yu Luofeng froze instantly.

His pupils contracted rapidly, then dilated rapidly. The crimson color faded slightly.

The original color of the pupils was revealed.

A very rare, almost amber-like dark gold color.

Jiang Yining remembered this detail well.

Yu Luofeng's breathing gradually calmed down.

His body went limp.

He knelt on the ice bed, his head drooping, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"What...do you want?" His voice was extremely tired.

It's unclear whether it's the primary personality or the secondary personality speaking.

Perhaps at this moment, the boundary between the two personalities becomes blurred.

Jiang Yining gently stroked the back of his hand with her fingers, maintaining the output of wood-type life force.

She raised her other hand and, very slowly, pinched his chin, lifting his face up.

The bloodstains from his self-slapping were still visible on his face.

My mouth was split open, and my right cheek was swollen.

She wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with her thumb.

The movement was very light, almost a brush.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow," Jiang Yining coaxed gently. "You need to sleep now."

Yu Luofeng stared at her.

Those dark golden eyes were filled with struggle.

The primary personality's vigilance and the secondary personality's dependence are constantly being pulled in opposite directions.

In the end, dependence won.

His eyelids slowly closed, and his body leaned forward.

This time, his head wasn't resting on her knees.

Instead, it buried itself directly in the crook of her neck.

The tip of his nose rested on the hollow below her collarbone.

Breath sprayed onto her skin.

Breathing that was both extremely heavy and extremely reassuring.

Jiang Yining froze for a moment, this position exposing her neck completely to the fangs of a half-saint.

But she didn't push him away.

She simply raised her hand and continued to comb his red hair, maintaining that soothing aura.

His other hand silently reached for another pendant on his belt.

It was a black bone whistle, about the size of a thumb.

The whistle is carved with four demon heads.

She recognized it.

The Ghost General's Order from the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts.

Control the core tokens of the four True Lord-level Ghost Generals.

Jiang Yining twisted her fingers gently.

The bone whistle slipped off the belt buckle and silently slid into her sleeve.

Yu Luofeng was completely unaware.

He had completely sunk into that painless, warm deep sleep.

Jiang Yining looked down at the red head in her arms.

The curve of his lips was cold and satisfied.

The Ghost General's Token of a Half-Saint, the Supreme Yin Jade, all the treasures looted from the Ghost Market, and all the energy of the Half-Saint's Soul Pearl.

This trip to the ghost realm.

They've made a fortune.

She closed her eyes and simultaneously circulated the Myriad Spirits Divine Wood and absorbed Yin energy.

The flame of the red candle flickered again.

The surrounding soul-locking array patterns went completely dark.

Because Jiang Yining had almost completely drained the yin energy inside, it took Yu Luofeng a long time to figure out where he was when he woke up again.

His nostrils were filled with an extremely faint fragrance.

It wasn't the pervasive stench of decay found in the Ghost Realm, nor the cloyingly sweet smell of mermaid candles.

It was a clean, warm taste that made his heart ache.

His face was pressed against soft, warm skin.

My ear was pressed against the surface of a rhythmic, beating sound.

"Bang, bang, bang."

heartbeat.

It wasn't his own heartbeat.

Yu Luofeng's body tensed up suddenly.

He pushed away and stepped out of that warm embrace.

Jiang Yining was leaning against the bedpost, dozing off.

Her head was tilted to one side, her neck curving into a fragile arc.

The torn fabric on her shoulder slipped down, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and the outline of her collarbone.

Yu Luofeng's Adam's apple bobbed up and down suddenly.

His gaze lingered on her collarbone for half a second before abruptly turning away.

Was I just sleeping with my head on this woman's chest?

Utterly absurd.

He felt a surge of intense shame rising from his tailbone to the top of his head.

He is the lord of the Ghost Realm.

How can I possibly seek comfort in the arms of a useless Spirit Awakening Realm cultivator?

Yu Luofeng clenched and unclenched his fists. He unclenched and unclenched them repeatedly.

You want to get angry, but you can't get angry!

Because his head no longer hurts.

That clear-headed, painless state, devoid of any distracting thoughts, had never occurred in his thousands of years of memory.

He was terrified of this feeling disappearing, terrified to the core.

"woke up?"

Jiang Yining's voice rang out.

She rubbed her neck, as if it was being pressed uncomfortably against the hard bedpost.

She opened her eyes and glanced at Yu Luofeng.

A very ordinary glance.

There was no fear, no flattery, and no smugness.

It's like watching a roommate who has just woken up.

This attitude made Yu Luofeng even more annoyed.

"What do you take me for?" his voice was hoarse. "Do you think I'll be grateful after a few acts of charity and appeasement?"

"No," Jiang Yining said. "I think your head hurts a lot."

Yu Luofeng's mouth opened and closed again.

"And the cracks in your soul are spreading at an accelerated rate." Jiang Yining's voice was calm and utterly unwavering. "You should know this yourself. The frequency of your personality switching just now was at least three times faster than before. If this continues, within six months, both personalities within you will collapse simultaneously."

"You won't die then."

"But you'll become a piece of living flesh that only knows how to unleash its oppressive power and slaughter indiscriminately."

"The kind of pain that's worse than death."

Yu Luofeng's face gradually darkened.

He stared at Jiang Yining, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees.

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm here to treat your illness," Jiang Yining corrected. "Didn't you invite the Tower Master of the Pill Tower to treat your headache? Gu Qinghan can't cure you. His pure Yang power can only temporarily suppress it, not the root cause. But I can."

"You?" Yu Luofeng let out an extremely contemptuous sneer. "You're not even a True Lord, what makes you think you can heal the soul wounds of a Half-Saint?"

Jiang Yining did not refute.

She simply stretched out her hand and turned her palm up.

That emerald green light flowed through my fingertips once more.

Yu Luofeng's sneer stopped abruptly.

His gaze was fixed on that ball of light.

His pupils were dilating.

His body was leaning forward.

Every nerve in his body was screaming, "Get closer!"

Jiang Yining withdrew her hand.

The light disappeared.

My headache is back.

The red-hot wire began piercing his brain again.

Yu Luofeng's temples bulged with veins, and his jaw clenched tightly.

It took immense willpower for him not to lunge at her and grab her hand.

"See?" Jiang Yining's voice was so indifferent, as if she were talking about someone else. "Your body won't lie."

Yu Luofeng remained silent for a long time.

Only the faint crackling of the burning red candles and his increasingly heavy breathing remained in the bridal chamber.

"condition."