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

The next morning, as the rising sun pierced through the shimmering purple-gold protective barrier surrounding Abandoned Star Island, it cast dappled light onto the dark, scorched ruins.

Outside the palace courtyard, a series of heavy, muffled footsteps broke the silence without warning.

Su Chenzhou stood naked, his muscular upper body bulging, his bronze muscles covered with newly healed light-colored scars, now taut like unbreakable branding irons. He didn't use the main entrance; instead, he leaped down from mid-air, his arms like iron clamps, steadily supporting two enormous jade boxes exuding an ancient, primordial aura, and slammed them heavily onto the open ground in the center of the courtyard.

"Bang!"

A dull, resounding crash shook the surrounding black jade floor tiles, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear. The jade box was roughly kicked open, revealing inside the ancient child-rearing treasure that Su Chenzhou had desperately dug out from the deepest part of the Broken Star Ship.

On the left were three large vats of "Star River Jade Dew," radiating a rich stellar power. Even in ancient times, this was a supreme sacred object used to cleanse the marrow and bones of true spirit cubs. On the right were more than a dozen pieces of "Mica Brocade," shimmering with iridescent light and said to be impervious to water, fire, swords, and spears. He was determined to overtake his rivals in the upcoming competition for favor.

Such a huge fluctuation of spiritual energy immediately alerted the other two people guarding the outer perimeter of the inner hall.

The carved wooden door on the left side of the main hall was rudely pushed open. Gu Qinghan, dressed in a moon-white robe without a single wrinkle, stood there. Pure Haotian Pure Yang True Fire surrounded him as he coldly looked at the mountain of secret treasures piled up in the courtyard, a sneer on his lips.

"The owner of the ship is quite attentive, coming here early in the morning to rummage through these scraps of metal that are covered in the smell of the sea."

Gu Qinghan's tone was calm, yet every word was barbed, "Twins have just been born, their meridians are fragile. If you, these wild creatures, were to disrupt their vital energy, could you afford to pay for it with your life?"

"If Tower Master Gu is blind, why not use your pure Yang true fire to burn his eye sockets?"

Before Su Chenzhou could speak, a chilling, ghostly aura silently spread from the shadows of the right-hand corridor. Yu Luofeng, draped in a loose black robe, her pale chest half-exposed, her dark golden vertical pupils filled with a chilling, sinister light: "However, he is right about one thing. When it comes to nurturing children, Tower Master Gu, your scorching, frenzied sword energy is like a furnace. If you burn the child, Ning'er is afraid she'll skin you alive."

Yu Luofeng slowly and deliberately toyed with a wisp of ghostly energy with his slender fingers, his voice laced with mockery: "The laws of the Netherworld are profound and subtle, extremely yin and extremely gentle. It is only natural that I, the king, should be responsible for something as simple as holding a child."

Gu Qinghan's eyes instantly turned cold, and her right hand naturally rested on the hilt of the Chunyang sword at her waist: "Ultimate Yin and ultimate softness? Do you want the child to be covered in an indelible stench of corpses? Pure Yang warms the body and is immune to all evils, making it most suitable for young children."

"That applies to ordinary mortals. My blood and bones are naturally inclined to be close to ghostly energy." Yu Luofeng did not back down, and the pressure of a half-saint level was faintly overflowing from his body.

Su Chenzhou stood beside the pile of ancient treasures, watching the two men who completely disregarded him and began allocating the spots for holding the children. A dangerous sneer appeared on his bronze face.

He didn't even bother to say a word of nonsense. He strode forward, roughly pulled out the core defensive array plate of the Broken Star Ship from his pocket, and slammed it heavily onto the priceless, ten-thousand-year-old warm jade table in the center of the courtyard!

"Snap—!"

Deep cracks instantly appeared on the surface of the stone table, and an extremely heavy, ancient defensive light, seemingly capable of resisting the fall of stars, suddenly spread out, forcefully creating a vacuum zone by squeezing out the auras released by Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng.

"If you two want to compete for the feeding spot, you should also consider whether you have the ability to protect it." Su Chenzhou's voice was deep and rough, like the growl of a wild beast. "On this abandoned star island, only my array plate can give them an absolute sense of security."

Three powerful overlords who could cause a massive earthquake in the entire Canglan Realm with a mere stomp of their foot in the outside world were now completely at odds in this small courtyard, vying for the position of full-time nanny.

Pure Yang True Fire, Half-Saint Ghost Qi, Primordial Starlight.

Three terrifying spiritual energies were engaged in a frenzied, clanging conflict in the air above the courtyard. The air was distorted and torn apart, emitting a teeth-grinding screeching sound. The priceless, top-grade calming spiritual plants that had just been transplanted to the courtyard yesterday couldn't withstand this intertwined, crushing force for even a moment, turning directly into countless fine green powders that scattered across the ground.

Meanwhile, at the entrance to the inner hall.

Jiang Yining was lounging lazily on a soft couch covered with sable fur. She wore a brocade cloak casually draped over her shoulders, and her long, flowing hair cascaded down to her slender waist without being tied up.

She rested her fair, delicate chin on one hand, her purplish-gold eyes coldly surveying the three men in the courtyard, who were locked in a tense standoff.

Watching these three ruthless overlords, who were once feared and intimidated by others, now acting like common brutes, blushing and undermining each other over who could hold the baby longer and who would be responsible for breastfeeding, Jiang Yining remained completely unmoved, without even a thought to dissuade them.

She simply watched quietly, a playful smile slowly curving her lips.

For her, this was indeed a good morning pastime.

Just as the clash of spiritual energy in the courtyard was about to reach a dangerous critical point.

Inside the soft couch, the twins, who had been lying quietly in the jade cradle, were awakened by the oppressive aura emanating from outside.

The two tiny swaddled babies wriggled slightly.

The baby boy, dressed in black brocade, was the first to open his eyes, which were as deep as an abyss. He didn't cry or fuss at all, but keenly sensed the trace of semi-saintly ghostly aura emanating from Yu Luofeng in the air. The baby boy's chubby little hands stretched out from his swaddling clothes and waved naturally in mid-air, actually grabbing the wisp of black mist that drifted over, and then skillfully bringing it to his mouth.

Meanwhile, the little girl in white brocade yawned. Her pure eyes looked in Gu Qinghan's direction, seemingly resonating strongly with the extremely pure Yang energy. The little girl giggled, pouted her lips, and spat out a bubble of saliva carrying a faint aura of pure Yang law in Gu Qinghan's direction.

The stark contrast between the black and white principles, emphasizing different aspects of intimacy and closeness, instantly shifted the tense atmosphere in the courtyard in a strange way.

A smug look instantly appeared on Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng's originally gloomy faces.

Like victorious roosters, the two looked at each other defiantly, then simultaneously cast disdainful glances at Su Chenzhou, who stood alone to the side, whose attention had not even been drawn to the child by the ancient treasure.

The men, once high and mighty, were not only forced into becoming full-time nannies, but also had to constantly cater to Jiang Yining's moods. The slightest misstep, if it displeased the aloof woman on the bed, could result in them being stripped of their right to serve her closely.

This stark contrast imbues the entire Xuan Yin Palace with a strange yet inexplicably balanced harmony.

Su Chenzhou looked at the smug faces of the two men, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. He pulled the long sword from his waist, and dark golden sparks burned in his eyes once more.

"Since you think that affinity with the laws is more important, then I will take care of the dirty work of guarding the outside and cleaning the surrounding area from now on." Su Chenzhou prepared to mark out the territory without any politeness.

Gu Qinghan drew his Pure Yang Sword directly, turning the blade slightly: "As for the duty of vigilance, the Pill Tower's array is more secure, so there's no need for Master Suzhou to worry about it."

The three refused to give way to each other, and their fighting spirit, which had just subsided, surged up again, making them seem ready to draw their swords and compete against each other right there in the courtyard.

However, at the very moment their auras locked onto each other again.

"Buzz—!"

A sudden and extremely sharp spatial fluctuation suddenly emanated from the outermost protective light shield of the Myriad Spirits Divine Wood on Abandoned Star Island, without any warning.

It was a covert, sophisticated probe, yet imbued with an intense, chilling killing intent. This fluctuation was like a sharp, poisonous thorn, attempting to silently pierce the weakest point of the defensive array.

This sudden anomaly abruptly interrupted the three people's argument.

In that instant, the atmosphere in the courtyard plummeted to a terrifyingly low point.