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

"Kick you?"

Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng were both stunned.

Gu Qinghan's brows furrowed, her face filled with disbelief.

"Impossible. The fetus is still unstable; it hasn't even fully formed yet. How could there be fetal movement?"

As the master of the Pill Tower and a ninth-order alchemy grandmaster, his understanding of the human body and elixirs has long reached its pinnacle.

Even the gestation period of those legendary mythical beasts wouldn't allow fetal movement to occur in such a short time.

This is completely contrary to pharmacology, and even more so to the laws of nature!

Yu Luofeng, on the other hand, had a completely different approach.

He slammed his hand on the stone table, his face beaming with undisguised elation and pride.

"As expected of my bloodline! Truly extraordinary! It's only been a few days, and he already knows how to interact with Mother!"

He stared at Jiang Yining's belly with a burning gaze that seemed to spit fire.

"Quick! Let him kick me again! I want to feel it!"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Jiang Yining's lower abdomen.

"Get out of here!"

Gu Qinghan slapped his hand away and shielded Jiang Yining behind her.

"Nonsense! She's weak right now. Even a little bit of your malevolent energy could harm the fetus!"

Gu Qinghan glared at Yu Luofeng, her eyes icy cold.

Then he turned his head, looked at Jiang Yining, and his tone softened by eighteen degrees.

"Ning'er, don't be afraid. Feel carefully, is it the spasms in your meridians caused by the clash of spiritual energy in your abdomen?"

Jiang Yining leaned against Gu Qinghan's chest and shook her head weakly.

"No...it's just...it feels like something's moving inside..."

As she spoke, she quietly activated the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree in her dantian.

The small, purplish-gold flower bud received the command and swayed gently.

A faint yet incredibly clear energy fluctuation emanated from her lower abdomen.

It's like a little fish blowing a bubble.

Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng sensed it at the same time.

The expressions on their faces froze instantly.

Gu Qinghan's composure and rationality completely crumbled.

He looked down at Jiang Yining's flat stomach, his eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a kind of fanaticism that he himself could not understand.

It really... is moving...

He could clearly sense that the life fluctuation, though faint, was full of unparalleled vitality and dominance.

It was a pure, primal throbbing of emotion.

Could it be... could it be that his Haotian Pure Yang Body was too powerful, which created such a heaven-defying prodigy?

Gu Qinghan's mind was completely in chaos.

His cognitive system, built up over a thousand years, was shattered at this moment.

Yu Luofeng's reaction, however, was much more direct.

He let out a loud howl, which echoed in the small stone chamber.

"It moved! It moved again! Hahahaha! My child is just as impatient as I am!"

He was so excited that he spun around twice on the spot, then rushed to Jiang Yining and knelt down on one knee with a "plop".

He tilted his head back and looked at Jiang Yining's belly with an almost reverent gaze.

"My son! I am your father!"

Gu Qinghan's eye twitched violently.

He felt that Yu Luofeng wasn't crazy, she was just stupid.

Jiang Yining looked at Yu Luofeng kneeling in front of her, and then at Gu Qinghan behind her, who was caught in self-doubt.

If you're going to act, you have to go all the way.

She covered her mouth and let out an even more painful sob.

"Stop arguing... the more you argue, the more it moves..."

"Okay, okay, I won't argue anymore!" Yu Luofeng immediately tensed up, even lowering his voice. "Good son, don't bother your mother, your father is here."

Gu Qinghan also came to his senses. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Now is not the time to worry about whether the fetal movements are reasonable.

The most important thing is to keep Ning'er and the child calm.

"Ning'er, lie down." Gu Qinghan pointed to a relatively flat stone platform in the corner of the stone chamber. "You need to rest. I'll set up a spirit-gathering and calming array for you."

"No!" Yu Luofeng immediately objected. "The stone platform is too hard! How can we let the Ghost Queen sleep in a place like that?"

As he spoke, he quickly pulled things out of his storage ring.

"Lay out the bed boards made of thousand-year-old ebony! Lay out the sheets woven from the silk of ten-thousand-year-old ghost spiders! And this pillow, made from the blood of South Sea mermaids, is the best for nourishing the soul!"

In the blink of an eye, he transformed a simple stone platform into an extremely luxurious bed.

Gu Qinghan's face darkened again.

In a contest of wealth, he, a simple and abstemious alchemist, was clearly no match for the nouveau riche who had plundered the wealth of the Ghost Realm over a thousand years.

Jiang Yining readily agreed and lay down on it.

I have to say, it was really comfortable.

Especially that mermaid tear pillow, it's icy cold, and the moment you touch it, the foggy feeling in your mind clears up a bit.

"I'm hungry," Jiang Yining said softly, rubbing her stomach.

"What do you want to eat?" the two men asked in unison again.

"I'd like something hot, with soup."

"I have Eight Treasures Purple Jade Soup here, made with a ninth-tier spirit beast..." Gu Qinghan hadn't finished speaking.

With a wave of his hand, Yu Luofeng conjured a purple clay pot out of thin air on the stone table, with a cluster of eerie green ghost fire burning beneath it.

The pot was bubbling and steaming, and an extremely strong aroma instantly filled the entire stone chamber.

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Blood Marrow Soup." Yu Luofeng proudly raised his chin. "It's made from the essence and marrow of eighteen thousand-year-old ghost beasts, simmered over a low flame for eighty-one days. It greatly replenishes Yin energy, making it perfect for your current constitution."

Gu Qinghan stared at the pot of dark red soup, her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"Nonsense! This soup is extremely cold and potent. She's pregnant now, how can she eat something like this? What if it harms the fetus's pure yang energy?"

"You know nothing!" Yu Luofeng retorted without hesitation. "My child is a born master of playing with ghostly energy! What's a little blood soup? It's just giving him a head start on calcium!"

Jiang Yining's eyes lit up when she looked at the pot of soup.

The Divine Tree of Myriad Spirits was frantically sending out "I want to eat" signals from its dantian.

This soup was simply the most delicious thing for it.

"I want to drink this," Jiang Yining declared decisively.

Gu Qinghan wanted to persuade her again, but Jiang Yining glared at her and shut her up.

"If you keep nagging, I'll eat you up too."

Gu Qinghan: "..."

He silently walked to the corner and began to study the moss on the wall.

He felt that he might need to relearn his basic knowledge of Daoist alchemy.

Yu Luofeng happily ladled out a bowl of soup and personally brought it to the bedside, feeding it to Jiang Yining spoonful by spoonful.

"Drink slowly, be careful it's hot."

His cautious demeanor showed no trace of the Ghost King's tyranny.

As Jiang Yining drank the soup, she felt the pure Yin energy surging into her dantian and being greedily absorbed by the little flower bud.

She felt so good that she almost groaned out loud.

She drank while directing Yu Luofeng.

"My legs are sore, can you massage them for me?"

"Okay!"

Yu Luofeng immediately put down the bowl, knelt down by the bed, and carefully massaged her calves through the blanket.

The force was just right, neither too light nor too heavy.

My shoulders are sore too.

"They're here!"

He then went around to the head of the bed and massaged her shoulders.

Jiang Yining squinted, enjoying the personal service of the semi-saint powerhouse.

Being pregnant is such a convenient thing to do.

Gu Qinghan stood in the corner for a long time before finally unable to hold back any longer.