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

Jiang Yining didn't turn around. She raised one smooth leg, her toes lightly touching the misty white fog on the water's surface.

"The water temperature is just right."

She stepped into the pool, half icy blue and half crimson, the water just reaching her collarbone. The rippling water made her exquisite figure even more alluring. Leaning against the white jade pool wall carved with auspicious clouds, she stretched out her arms and let out a satisfied sigh.

On the shore, Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng stood rooted to the spot like two wooden stakes.

Gu Qinghan's Adam's apple bobbed violently. His face, usually as aloof and ethereal as a banished immortal, was now flushed with an unnatural redness. He tried to look away, but his gaze was glued to the water's surface, fixed on the faintly visible scenery beneath.

Yu Luofeng swallowed hard. His dark golden vertical pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and hot breath escaped from his nostrils. He took a step forward, and the white jade floor beneath his feet cracked under his weight.

"What?" Jiang Yining opened her eyes, her shimmering gaze sweeping over the two people on the shore. "Did you ignore what I just said?"

Yu Luofeng's breathing was heavy, his voice hoarse as if he had swallowed sand: "What did you say?"

"You guys stink more than the swamp outside." Jiang Yining frowned in disgust, her gaze sweeping over Gu Qinghan's white clothes stained with blood and mud, then looking at Yu Luofeng's tattered black robes. "Get down here. Wash yourselves clean."

A command that was neither polite nor harsh.

Yu Luofeng laughed in fury. He, the mighty Ghost King, had never been treated like a bathhouse attendant. But as he stared at Jiang Yining's face, radiant as a peach blossom in the steam, his hands betrayed his thoughts.

"Sizzle—"

He ripped his tattered black robes, revealing his muscular upper body covered in dark red ghost patterns. Without hesitation, he jumped into the icy blue pool with a "plop."

"Hiss—" Yu Luofeng shivered as soon as he entered the water. The pool contained Gu Qinghan's original cold energy, which was extremely unfriendly to his exhausted ghost body. He gritted his teeth, resisted the cold energy, and swam towards Jiang Yining like a large beast.

"Gu Qinghan, do you want me to invite you?" Jiang Yining ignored Yu Luofeng who was approaching and focused her gaze on the white-clad man who was still hesitating on the shore.

Gu Qinghan took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the raging pure yang fire within his body. He had an extremely severe case of mysophobia, and normally he would use a cleansing spell even to get a speck of dust on himself. Today, covered in blood and mud, he had long since pushed himself to his limit.

He slowly and deliberately loosened his belt, removing his outer robe and inner garment. His movements were elegant, as if performing a sacred ritual. Even with his vital energy depleted, his slender and well-proportioned body still exuded power. Several bloodstains, caused by the aftershocks of the Nine Yin Candle Dragon, remained on his fair skin.

He stepped onto the jade steps and entered the crimson half of the pool.

When the Pure Yang True Body came into contact with the crimson fire-elemental spiritual spring, it instantly stirred up a large cloud of white mist.

The three of them were in the same pool. The water was wide, but the atmosphere was so cramped that it was hard to breathe.

Jiang Yining was caught between ice and fire. To her left was Yu Luofeng, who was staring at her like a wolf, and to her right was Gu Qinghan, who was trying to appear calm with her eyes closed.

"Come here." Jiang Yining beckoned to Yu Luofeng with her finger.

Yu Luofeng immediately moved closer. The water rippled, and his broad chest pressed directly against Jiang Yining's arm. His masculine heat was clearly transmitted through the cold water.

"What are you doing?" Yu Luofeng's eyes blazed with lust as his large hand groped restlessly underwater, trying to grab Jiang Yining's waist.

"Smack."

Jiang Yining slapped his hand across the back. The force of her Void Realm cultivation made him gasp.

"Give me a shoulder massage." Jiang Yining turned around, showing him her smooth back. "I used too much force when I killed that loach, and my shoulders are sore."

Yu Luofeng stared at the butterfly-shaped shoulder blades so close to his face. The purple-gold divine wood totem on her lower back seemed to come alive, radiating a fatal attraction. He cursed under his breath, resignedly reaching out to place his hands on her rounded, fragrant shoulders.

The Ghost King possessed immense strength, yet he restrained it to the extreme. His rough fingertips, calloused from years of work, gently massaged Jiang Yining's delicate skin.

"Hmm..." Jiang Yining squinted her eyes comfortably.

The stark contrast in texture made Yu Luofeng's breathing heavier. His gaze traveled down the back of her neck, across the water's surface, and fixed on her slender waist beneath the ripples.

"Weren't you being quite arrogant just now, Gu Qinghan?" Jiang Yining suddenly spoke, breaking the silence on the right.

Gu Qinghan suddenly opened her eyes, meeting Jiang Yining's turned profile. Water droplets slid down her chin and dripped into the deep hollow of her collarbone.

"I..." Gu Qinghan's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice completely hoarse.

"What are you standing there for? Come over and massage my legs." Jiang Yining commanded confidently.

Gu Qinghan's face stiffened.

"Not coming?"

Jiang Yining chuckled softly, the water rippling with her movements. "Once you're down there, you're never allowed to come back."

These words were like a spark, igniting Gu Qinghan's last remaining rationality.

He waded forward into the crimson pool, the water splashing loudly. He came to Jiang Yining's right side and knelt on one knee on the jade steps underwater.

Yu Luofeng's ghostly energy seeped into Jiang Yining's neck and shoulders through her acupoints, while Gu Qinghan's pure Yang energy flowed upwards through the meridians in her calves. The two forces converged within Jiang Yining's body and were ultimately devoured by the spiritual embryo.

But soon the two started to clash again.

Yu Luofeng clung tightly to Jiang Yining's waist, refusing to let go, while Gu Qinghan held onto her legs tightly.

The two of them were competing fiercely in the pool, like in a tug-of-war.

"Are you two ever going to stop?" Jiang Yining's face darkened.

The oppressive aura of the Void Realm erupted suddenly, causing a huge wave to surge in the pool.

Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng were both jolted by the force and simultaneously released their grip, taking two steps back.

Water splashed everywhere as Jiang Yining stood upright in the water. The water level barely reached her waist, exposing her upper body to the air without reservation.

"I gave you this service, not for you to fight over her." She glanced at the two of them coldly.

Yu Luofeng wiped the water from his face, his dark golden eyes filled with resentment: "I just can't stand this white-haired hypocrite!"

"Shut up!"

Gu Qinghan's face turned ashen, his pale face flushed red with shame and anger at having his secret exposed.

At this moment, they felt that the trace of primal power that had just been restored in their bodies was being forcibly drawn away like a flood from a bursting river, flowing along their skin.

"Hmm!"

Yu Luofeng groaned and leaned weakly against the pool wall, her face even more pale than before.

Gu Qinghan wasn't much better off. The emptiness from the draining of his pure Yang energy made his vision blur, and he swayed, barely managing to stay afloat by bracing himself against the jade wall with one hand.

"That little brat!" Yu Luofeng gritted his teeth, staring at Jiang Yining's flat stomach. "Why did he have to eat now of all times? Is he trying to drain his father dry?!"

Gu Qinghan gasped for breath, his gaze fixed on that spot with a complex mix of emotions. The palpitations of blood ties prevented him from getting angry; instead, a strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.

Jiang Yining looked down at her stomach, a wicked smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

She raised her hand and wiped away the remaining water stains and marks on her collarbone with her fingertips.

"It seems your sons also think you are too weak."

Jiang Yining pressed her warm breath against their ears, brushing against their earlobes.

"Focus on recuperating. Until you recover your strength, you can only watch, not touch."