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

Don't rush.

Jiang Yining needs to make this mark truly etched in.

At the very least, Yu Luofeng needs to feel that his mark has been successfully made.

Then she slowly modified the mark using the Divine Wood of All Spirits.

This is a process that requires patience.

Yu Luofeng's fingertips moved extremely slowly across her collarbone.

He was drawing array patterns.

Each stroke requires extremely precise control of spiritual energy.

His breathing became heavier.

As her fingertips traced the hollow in the center of her collarbone, Jiang Yining's body involuntarily arched slightly.

The skin in that area is particularly sensitive.

His fingertips were extremely cold, carrying the chilling aura unique to cultivators of the Ghost Realm.

The icy touch combined with the searing pain that seeped into the bone created an extremely contradictory sensory impact.

Jiang Yining's breathing became erratic.

Her nape rested against the ice-jade bed surface, slightly tilted back.

His neck bent into a taut arc.

Yu Luofeng's gaze uncontrollably slid down along that arc.

From the chin to the Adam's apple.

From his Adam's apple to his own fingertips.

Then from her fingertips to the skin below her collarbone, which undulated slightly with her rapid breathing.

His fingers paused for a moment.

"Don't move." His voice was much lower than usual, as if he was suppressing something.

"If you draw faster, I won't move," Jiang Yining squeezed out through gritted teeth.

Yu Luofeng did not answer.

His index finger continued to trace the contours of her collarbone.

After the inky liquid seeped into the skin, it left behind extremely delicate dark gold lines.

The pattern resembles a blooming datura flower.

The petals extend from the center of the collarbone to both sides, spreading along the curve of the collarbone.

After drawing each petal, Yu Luofeng needed to re-infuse his fingertips with the power of a semi-saint-level Yin spirit.

This process forced him to bend down and get closer again and again.

He was so close that his breath sprayed directly onto her collarbone.

The warm breath brushed against the sensitive skin that had just been soaked in ink.

Jiang Yining's finger traced another line on the ice jade bed surface.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Her voice was muffled.

"If you move it again and it gets crooked, I won't be responsible."

"Could you breathe a little further away?"

"No, it must be injected at close range."

Jiang Yining shut her mouth and stopped talking.

Yu Luofeng continued drawing.

The third petal. The fourth petal. The fifth petal.

With each petal of the pattern being etched, the pain intensifies.

By the time the sixth petal was formed, fine beads of sweat had appeared on Jiang Yining's forehead.

Her body was trembling slightly, but she clenched her teeth and refused to make a sound.

This stubborn reaction made Yu Luofeng's brows twitch slightly.

He has seen far too many people scream, beg for mercy, and break down under this level of pain.

But she didn't.

"The last stroke." His voice suddenly became very soft.

The index finger lands at the end of the last petal of the pattern.

That position is exactly on the outermost side of her collarbone.

It is only one finger's width away from the junction of the shoulder and chest.

Yu Luofeng's fingertip lingered there for a second.

The skin beneath my fingertips trembled slightly from pain and tension.

He pressed down hard, and the last stroke was complete.

"Buzz—"

A very deep resonance came from Jiang Yining's collarbone.

The entire bridal chamber was shaking.

The remaining soul-locking array patterns on the wall lit up instantly, then went out one by one.

The dark gold mandala pattern on her collarbone shone with a dazzling light.

Immediately afterwards, the light receded and sank beneath the skin.

From the outside, only a very faint dark gold pattern remains.

It's faintly visible, like a birthmark.

The Demon Queen's Mark is complete.

Yu Luofeng withdrew her fingers, closed her eyes, and felt the newly established resonance connection.

He could sense her.

She was standing in front of him.

Her heart was beating 30% faster than usual.

Her emotions—

Yu Luofeng's brows furrowed sharply.

strangeness.

The emotions he sensed were extremely faint, so vague that they were almost impossible to detect.

Logically, the period immediately after the mark is engraved should be the stage with the strongest resonance.

But the signal that came through was so weak it felt like there was a thick wall between us.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yining propped herself up and sat up.

She looked down at the dark gold pattern on her collarbone and touched it.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

Moreover, it feels no different from normal skin when touched.

"It's nothing," Yu Luofeng said, concealing the doubt in her eyes. "It's probably because of your unique constitution; the resonance needs time to stabilize."

"About the treatment—"

"I keep my word." Yu Luofeng stood up from the bedside.

His back was to Jiang Yining, and his voice regained its coldness and hardness.

"Starting tomorrow, all forbidden areas in the Ghost Realm will be open to you. If you need any resources, simply ask the Grand Elder."

Where is Gu Qinghan?

Yu Luofeng's shoulders visibly stiffened.

"I will send men to the River of Oblivion."

He left those four words behind and strode toward the door.

He needed to leave. To get away from the warm aura emanating from this woman that was driving him mad.

The hem of the red robe trailed a scarlet arc on the icy jade ground.

Yu Luofeng turned around, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

That white-haired thing, is he still alive?

Let's rewind to three days ago.

Forget Chuanhe.

Gu Qinghan's body sank straight into the dark river like a stone.

It was complete darkness, with no light in sight.

The water of the River of Oblivion is no ordinary water.

It is a liquid Yin Sha formed from the resentment and death energy that have accumulated deep in the Ghost Realm for hundreds of millions of years.

Any living thing that falls into it will have its soul stripped from its body within thirty breaths.

Then the body decays, and the soul is forever imprisoned at the bottom of the river, becoming part of the River of Oblivion.

The moment Gu Qinghan fell into the water, the remaining pure Yang protective energy on his body was violently corroded by the river water.

The thin film of light made a "sizzling" sound in the black water.

It was like a red-hot iron block being thrown into cold water.

My back is burning with pain.

The four deep, bone-revealing wounds were invaded by black water, and the malevolent energy seeped into the meridians through the wounds.

Gu Qinghan kept his mouth tightly shut. If he inhaled this river water, even his dantian would be completely corroded.

His Nine Nether Ice Flame circulated wildly within his body, attempting to resist the invading Yin energy.

However, he was already seriously injured, and he had spent a lot of his life force suppressing the "Shadow Poison" for Jiang Yining for many days.

Afterwards, he fought Yu Luofeng and even withstood the full force of the Four Ghost Generals.

He's not even 30% as good as he was at his peak.

The protective aura shattered completely within ten breaths.

The black water touched his skin.

An indescribable, excruciating pain instantly swept over my entire body.

It was as if someone had soaked his skin inch by inch in salt water.

Then scrape it off with a blunt knife.

Gu Qinghan's body curled up in the water.

He was still conscious, and the extreme pain actually made his mind exceptionally calm.

During the descent, the last bit of pure Yang essence in the body was concentrated in the center of the Dantian.

It formed a golden ball of light the size of a fist.

The ball of light firmly protected his dantian and sea of ​​consciousness, his two core organs.

He won't die as long as those two areas don't get corroded.

As for physical injuries, with the recovery power of a Dao Seeking Realm cultivator, they will heal quickly once they leave the River of Oblivion.

The question is how to break free.