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

Night falls in the inner palace of the Xuan Yin Palace.

The purple-gold glass lamp emitted a dim, interwoven halo, casting shadowy patterns on the large cloud-shaped couch.

Jiang Yining leaned against the cloud-patterned couch covered with soft, icy silk, her brows slightly furrowed. A fine layer of cold sweat beaded on her fair forehead, and her slender body was slightly tense beneath her long, purple-gold dress.

Having just experienced extreme production and forcibly absorbed a massive amount of Star Spirit Clan's essence to break through to the Profound Light Realm, the violent energy within her body, which had been perfectly suppressed by the Myriad Spirit Divine Tree, finally experienced a dangerous and brief imbalance.

The intense heat of extreme Yang and the extreme cold of extreme Yin clashed and tore at each other in her meridians. The dense, stabbing pain, as if it were tearing her flesh inch by inch, spread from her Qi Sea to her limbs and bones.

If a higher-level source cannot be introduced in time to channel this chaotic Yin-Yang duality, her newly stabilized realm is at risk of collapsing at any moment.

Before she could even speak to regulate her breathing, the barrier outside the hall, which was said to be strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Mahayana cultivator, suddenly shattered with a crisp sound.

"Click."

The gates of the Black Jade Palace were forcibly broken open from the outside.

Gu Qinghan, dressed in white, walked with seemingly steady steps, but the fluttering arc of his robes betrayed his urgency. In his hand, he held a piece of extremely warm jade that radiated warmth and could even warm the surrounding space.

He didn't waste any words and went straight to the cloud couch.

Seeing Jiang Yining's pale face, Gu Qinghan's usually aloof and restrained face became extremely taut. He directly used his pure yang body as a guide, sitting down on the edge of the couch without allowing any refusal.

Give me your hand.

Gu Qinghan's voice was extremely low, revealing an undeniable desire for control. Without waiting for Jiang Yining's response, he directly grabbed her slightly cool wrist and continuously channeled the extremely warm jade along with his own scalding pure yang essence through her meridians, as if he wanted to use himself as a constant-temperature pillow.

Just as he grasped Jiang Yining's wrist, their skin touched.

A chilling, extremely yin mist suddenly surged forth from the ground beneath the main hall without warning.

The ghostly mist, as if alive, forcefully forced open the half-closed palace door. Yu Luofeng's otherworldly face emerged from the black mist, and his dark golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted into dangerous thin lines when they saw Gu Qinghan holding Jiang Yining's wrist.

"Lord Gu, I think you're tired of living."

Without uttering a single unnecessary warning, Yu Luofeng moved like a ghost to the bedside in an instant. His long, pale fingers curled into claws, carrying a deep abyssal ghostly energy powerful enough to freeze the soul, and he mercilessly struck Gu Qinghan's vital point on the back.

Gu Qinghan didn't even turn her head. With her other hand, she slapped the ground, and the purest Yang True Fire roared to meet the attack.

"Bang--!"

Two top-tier powers, representing the extremes of the Canglan Realm, erupted into a suppressed battleground right before the small bed. In order not to harm Jiang Yining, who was so close at hand, both of them compressed their power to the extreme, but the cutting sensation generated by the violent clash of their auras still caused the purple-gold glazed lamps in the hall to sway wildly.

"It's so noisy."

The clash of their auras intensified Jiang Yining's meridian pain. She slightly raised her eyes, and the power of the purple-gold law instantly emanated from her body.

The pressure from the Xuan Guang Realm was like an invisible Mount Tai, directly crushing the attacks that had compressed the two people in mid-air into nothingness.

She unceremoniously shook off Gu Qinghan's hand, her icy gaze sweeping over the two men who were ready to strike again at any moment.

"Now that you're all here, don't waste your life force fighting."

Jiang Yining's tone was flat. She sat up slightly, stretched out her hands, and pointed her fingertips to the left and right sides of the cloud couch, giving a straightforward command: "Come up at the same time. One on the left and one on the right, sit close together."

Upon hearing this, the air in the hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

Gu Qinghan's breath hitched, and Yu Luofeng's murderous gaze froze for a moment. But seeing Jiang Yining's unyielding eyes, the two ultimately suppressed their urge to kill each other.

Although the cloud couch was spacious, it still felt crowded when three adults squeezed in.

Gu Qinghan sat on the left, and Yu Luofeng on the right. The two top-tier experts, who wished they could grind each other to dust, were now forced to stand close to the same woman.

Jiang Yining completely ignored the fact that the muscles of the two of them had instantly become as tense as rocks.

She stretched out both hands, one on each side, and pressed her two soft, warm palms firmly against their broad, muscular chests.

The cultivation technique of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree suddenly activated!

Without any tender transition, Jiang Yining ruthlessly transformed into the most greedy vortex of devouring.

She frantically absorbed Gu Qinghan's extremely pure Yang True Fire and Yu Luofeng's deep and cold Yin Ghost Qi from both sides.

"Well……"

The moment the technique was activated, Yu Luofeng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he let out a low, suppressed breath. An unnatural, sickly blush rose on his pale skin, and his dark golden eyes stared at Jiang Yining's profile, which was so close to his own. His gaze was extremely aggressive, yet it was forcibly suppressed within his body.

Gu Qinghan's jawline was taut, and his usually calm chest heaved violently. The pleasure and pain of having his pure yang essence forcibly extracted intertwined, causing him to close his eyes, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

While the two were being frantically drained of their most essential source power, they also had to restrain themselves from attacking their nemesis who was right in front of them.

Their intense body temperatures mingled on the cloud-like couch. Gu Qinghan's burning heat and Yu Luofeng's icy chill mingled with the unique herbal fragrance emanating from Jiang Yining.

Three kinds of frenzied hormones collided fiercely in this small space, instantly pushing the sexual tension in the entire bedchamber to a dangerous critical point.

With the continuous infusion of two high-level primal energies, one yin and one yang, Jiang Yining's body, which had been experiencing a tearing imbalance, finally calmed down like a wild beast being soothed. The chaotic true energy began to return to her dantian along the eight extraordinary meridians.

Meanwhile, the Chaos Twins, who had been sleeping obediently on the innermost side of the cloud bed, seemed to be extremely sensitive to the intense Yin-Yang environment around them.

After absorbing the pure essence emanating from their parents, which filled the entire bed.

The two little creatures, one black and one white, simultaneously rolled over comfortably, letting out a soft, satisfied groan. The faint marks of life and death, previously visible between their brows, became more solid and profound after absorbing this power.

The night wind swept across the wasteland of Abandoned Star Island.

Outside the gate of the Xuan Yin Palace.

Su Chenzhou stood alone on the cold, black jade steps, like a statue.

As the master of the Broken Star Ship who constantly walks on the edge of life and death, his keen hearing and perception, honed by harsh environments, penetrated the not-so-thick palace door without any hindrance.

He clearly sensed the three intertwined auras within the hall, as well as the extremely restrained low breathing and the subtle sound of fabric rubbing together.

Su Chenzhou clenched his fists, which were thicker than those of an ordinary person.

His bones cracked under the strain, and his fingernails even pierced through the hard skin, digging deep into the flesh of his palms.

Drops of dark red blood trickled from between his fingers onto the cold, black jade steps, blooming into dazzling blood flowers.

His deep, wild eyes dimmed for a moment in the boundless night.

But then, that dimness was completely replaced by an even more frenzied, almost all-consuming possessiveness. A dark golden light, like sparks, pulsed violently deep within his pupils, as if ready to drag the entire palace before him, along with everything within it, into the abyss of his dominion.