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

In the deepest forbidden palace of the Dragon Palace, red mermaid candles that burn eternally on both sides illuminate the entire hall, which is carved from the finest warm jade, creating a beautiful and enchanting atmosphere.

The air was filled with a potent aphrodisiac, ambergris, which could instantly confuse and enthrall even Mahayana cultivators.

"Bang!"

A dull thud suddenly rang out in the empty palace. Jiang Yining felt a dizzying sensation as she was forcefully pressed down onto the large, soft, ninth-grade snow fox fur bed by an overwhelming force she could not resist.

Ao Lin's massive body, as imposing as an ancient mountain, pressed down on her, his domineering aura as a Heavenly Monarch unleashed upon his prey. His dark golden vertical pupils were filled with undisguised fervor and impatience, and his heavy, scorching breath, like a ball of fire, recklessly sprayed onto Jiang Yining's delicate, snow-white neck.

"My beauty, I have waited far too long for this moment!"

Ao Lin let out a deep, resonant dragon roar. His large, calloused hands suddenly shot out and grabbed the collar of Jiang Yining's purple-gold dress. He exerted force with his fingers, attempting to use the power of his domineering dragon body to tear the obstructing fabric and forcibly possess the stunningly beautiful body that had captivated him.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of tearing silk was particularly jarring in the silent palace.

At this critical moment, a cunning glint flashed in the depths of Jiang Yining's lowered eyes.

Trying to force yourself on me? Dream on!

She immediately mobilized the true energy within her dantian and instantly activated the disguise she had prepared beforehand.

Her once rosy and delicate face drained of all color in an instant, turning deathly pale. She clutched her chest tightly, as if enduring immense pain, "Cough cough cough... cough cough..."

A violent cough abruptly interrupted Ao Lin's rough actions. Jiang Yining's clear purple-gold eyes instantly became misty, and two crystal tears were forced out from the corners of her eyes, sliding down her pale cheeks and landing on the ninth-tier snow fox fur.

In an extremely weak voice, as if she might die at any moment, she pleaded intermittently, "Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor... I beg you... cough cough... I just gave birth to twins in the mortal realm not long ago, and that battle exhausted all my life force. Now my meridians are already withered and atrophied... Your Majesty is a true dragon in the Heavenly Monarch Realm, with an incomparably violent physical body. My broken mortal body... cough cough... simply cannot bear your favor. I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'll explode and die before I can even serve Your Majesty properly..."

These words, coupled with her delicate and pitiful appearance, could completely ignite any man's protective instincts.

Ao Lin's rough movements suddenly froze in mid-air. He looked at the stunningly beautiful woman beneath him, who seemed as fragile as broken porcelain, and a hint of annoyance and hesitation flashed between his brows.

In that brief moment when his movements faltered and his mind made a slight mistake!

Deep within Jiang Yining's flat abdomen, a purple-gold light flickered wildly. The Myriad Spirit Divine Tree within her dantian had come to life completely, silently branching out thousands of hair-thin, completely transparent roots. These roots bypassed all of Ao Lin's senses, penetrating directly through the supposedly immortal, top-grade spirit crystal floor of the palace as if it were empty.

Down! Down again!

The roots of the divine tree extended downwards at an alarming speed, piercing through the multiple defensive formations beneath the Dragon Palace and relentlessly penetrating the largest and purest ancient spiritual vein on the outer perimeter of the Dragon Palace, which supported the fortune of the entire demon realm!

The moment the roots entered the vein, the sacred tree's fibrous roots were like countless greedy suction cups, firmly nailing themselves to the core of the spiritual vein.

On the surface, Jiang Yining still appeared as delicate and frail as if she might faint at any moment. She had half-removed her outer garment, and due to Ao Lin's earlier ripping, a large expanse of her fair and delicate shoulders was exposed to the air. Under the flickering red candlelight, her skin radiated a fatally lustrous glow.

Her eyes sparkled, misty with a hint of water, and she tilted her head back slightly, exuding allure, as she gently pressed her soft body against Ao Lin's hard, iron-like chest.

At the same time, her long, straight legs curled slightly on the ninth-tier snow fox fur, subtly and irresistibly teasing Ao Lin's knees.

This perfect blend of resistance and tenderness, that extreme tension of wanting yet daring not to bear, was like an extremely potent poison, instantly arousing Ao Lin's blood and qi, leaving him anxious yet with nowhere to vent his frustration.

"You little devil!" Ao Lin gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful yet fragile woman in his arms, his infatuation with her did not diminish but instead deepened, even giving rise to a perverse desire to conquer her.

But reason told him that he couldn't just ruin her like that.

The Dragon Clan's dual cultivation techniques are extremely domineering, requiring both partners' auras to be completely fused and their physical bodies to be at their peak, in order to reach the ultimate bliss through the union of Yin and Yang, and even to advance their cultivation further. If she were to forcibly possess him now, with her depleted meridians, she would likely explode on the spot, which would be a terrible waste!

He forcefully suppressed the boiling desire within him that was almost setting him ablaze, panting heavily, and yielded to Jiang Yining's refusal.

Meanwhile, deep underground!

For the first time, the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree tasted such a pure, vast, and ancient spiritual vein containing a trace of the aura of a primordial dragon. The pure, liquid-like power of the demon realm's origin flowed through its countless transparent roots, surging into Jiang Yining's dantian like a raging tide.

This is simply the most exquisite delicacy in the world!

The divine tree instantly developed a voracious appetite, like a bottomless pit that was insatiable and greedy, frantically sucking up the primordial power of the demon realm. Jiang Yining's cultivation level, which had been somewhat unstable due to her breakthrough, began to stabilize and surge at an appalling speed under the frenzied infusion of this terrifying energy.

The once invincible Dragon Emperor of the Heavenly Monarch Realm, the supreme ruler of the demon realm, was now completely manipulated by Jiang Yining, a woman at the Profound Light Realm. He was suppressing a burning rage that could ignite the heavens, completely unaware that his own resources were being rapidly drained!

"call--"

Ao Lin stared intently at Jiang Yining's cheeks, which were slightly flushed from endurance, and breathed heavily.

He suddenly stretched out his arms and lifted Jiang Yining from the large, warm jade bed. Then, he strode towards the back of the palace, raised his large foot clad in dragon boots, and with a "bang," mercilessly kicked open the heavy jade door leading to the rear hall.

He gritted his teeth and declared in a voice a mixture of extreme patience and domineering arrogance, "Since your body is weak, then I, the Emperor, will first use the spiritual spring bath forged from ten-thousand-year-old ice marrow in the deepest part of the Dragon Palace to properly nourish you!"