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

Yu Luofeng stared intently at the glaring icy blue frost mark deep inside Jiang Yining's collar.

The pure yang frost mark belonging to Gu Qinghan emanated a faint yet extremely provocative chill in this secret chamber filled with extremely yin and ghostly energy. It was like a steel needle coated with deadly poison, piercing Yu Luofeng's already obsessive and insane heart without warning.

His gray eyes, which had been filled with terror and heartache, froze completely in that instant. All the tenderness, all the pretense, shattered like glass broken by a heavy hammer the moment he saw that mark.

"What is this...?"

Yu Luofeng's voice was so low it was almost inaudible, hoarse yet carrying a chilling stillness.

Jiang Yining's heart skipped a beat. The three top-tier sources within her body were still clashing wildly. She had intended to use her weakness to get through this, but she hadn't expected that the aura left behind by Gu Qinghan would be so domineering.

She tried to break free from Yu Luofeng's embrace, her fingertips just beginning to gather a wisp of wood-elemental true essence at the Profound Light Realm, when Yu Luofeng suddenly moved.

He didn't let go; instead, he suddenly raised his pale, slender hand and swung it fiercely into the void!

"boom--!"

A dense, almost tangible, semi-saint-level Yin energy, like a black tidal wave bursting its banks, erupted from his body in an instant. This power, without reservation, transformed into an indestructible, pitch-black ghostly barrier, crashing down with overwhelming force and completely sealing off the entire Xuan Yin Chamber!

The twins in the cradle, who possessed the laws of chaos, were completely isolated from all external sounds, light, and even the movement of air by this heavy barrier.

The vast, secret room instantly transformed into a deathly prison belonging only to the two of them.

As the barrier descended, the temperature of the entire palace plummeted in an instant. The terrifying cold of absolute zero spread wildly, and a thick layer of black frost instantly condensed on the white jade floor tiles. Even the remaining moisture in the air was frozen into tiny ice crystals, which fluttered down.

"Feng, are you crazy? Let me go!" Jiang Yining shouted sharply, enduring the excruciating pain of her meridians being torn apart.

Yu Luofeng turned a deaf ear.

His deathly pale face had lost its former gentleness and humility, replaced by an extremely morbid distortion. He lowered his head slightly, his gray eyes surging with a terrifying killing intent and jealousy capable of destroying the Canglan Realm.

"Am I crazy? Yes, I am crazy."

Yu Luofeng suddenly laughed, a laugh like the mournful howl of a demon. He abruptly reached out and grabbed Jiang Yining's large, luxurious purple-gold fox fur coat.

"Sizzle—!"

Brutal! Savage! Ruthless!

Countless dark ghost vines hidden in his sleeves suddenly sprang up, like crazed venomous snakes, tightly coiling around the edge of the fox fur, and violently tearing it apart to both sides!

The priceless purple-gold fox fur coat, used to conceal all secrets, was instantly torn into countless shreds by the raging ghostly energy, falling like tattered butterflies.

Beneath the fox fur coat, Jiang Yining's fair, jade-like skin, and the secrets she desperately wanted to hide, were completely exposed to Yu Luofeng's gaze in the absolute zero-degree cold air.

The air froze in a deathly stillness.

Yu Luofeng's breathing suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on her delicate skin.

On her right collarbone, there was a purple-gold dragon mark that exuded the terrifying pressure of the Heavenly Monarch Realm! The dragon mark was ferocious and domineering, and even had clear teeth marks left by Ao Lin when he bit her skin, showing the ultimate possessiveness of the Dragon Emperor of the Demon Realm.

On the side of her fair and slender neck, the icy blue frost mark belonging to Gu Qinghan was radiating wisps of pure yang energy, as if silently mocking his pathetic fate as a newcomer.

Not only that.

Following the tattered clothes downwards, one could faintly see more intertwined finger marks and traces of her former flawless skin.

The domineering nature of the True Dragon and the chilling coldness of the Pure Yang were like two sharp knives, scraping away Yu Luofeng's reason piece by piece.

"Great...this is wonderful..."

Yu Luofeng trembled violently, his gray eyes turning crimson with intense jealousy. He thought he was her most special support; he fought for her in the Nine Nether Abyss, even sacrificing his semi-saint essence without hesitation. But what about her?

She disappeared for so long, and when she came back, she was carrying such a glaring mark from another man!

"Yu Luofeng! How dare you be so insolent!" Jiang Yining's eyes turned cold, and her divine sense, which was at the late stage of the Profound Light Realm, suddenly erupted, attempting to forcibly suppress this mad ghost with a soul contract.

"Zheng—!"

Her response was a sickening metallic scraping sound.

Two semi-saint ghost chains, emanating terrifying Yin energy, shot out from the void without warning! The ghost chains hummed in the air like ghosts howling, carrying a strange force that was gentle to the bone yet extremely dangerous, and instantly wrapped around Jiang Yining's slender wrists.

Clang!

The ghost chains tightened suddenly, locking her hands firmly to either side of the white jade throne behind her.

Jiang Yining was forcibly pressed onto the throne by this semi-saint level power, unable to move.

"Take back on me, Ning'er, take back on me as much as you want."

Yu Luofeng stared down at her, the backlash from the soul contract raging wildly deep within his soul, the intense pain causing black blood to continuously spill from the corners of his mouth. But he was like a monster completely devoid of pain; instead of retreating a single step, he suddenly bent down, his tall, cold body pressing down on her.

He buried his face deep into Jiang Yining's neck, inhaling her scent almost frantically and greedily.

The wisp of ambergris that didn't belong to her, and the trace of cold pine resin that belonged to Gu Qinghan, intertwined wildly in his nostrils, stimulating his blood to the point that it felt like his blood was flowing backward.

"Do you know how I survived in the Nine Netherworlds?" Yu Luofeng's thin lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice low and hoarse like the roar of a trapped beast. "I thought of you day and night, so much so that I wanted to tear my own soul apart. But what about you? What have you been doing behind my back?!"

His fingers were icy cold, slowly sliding down her jawline, tracing the menacing purple-gold dragon seal inch by inch, the pressure of his fingertips almost digging into her flesh.

Murderous intent and lust intertwined intensely in his eyes, creating a suffocating battlefield.

"This was left by that dragon, wasn't it? Where did he touch you? Here? Or here?"

Yu Luofeng's fingers pressed tightly against the dragon seal, her scarlet eyes filled with a morbidly demanding gaze, "And Gu Qinghan... what did he do to you here just now? Did he also press you down here and kiss you like I did?!"

Jiang Yining gritted her teeth, the three forces within her growing increasingly violent under the stimulation of the ghostly energy. Cold sweat streamed down her forehead as she stared coldly at him: "Yu Luofeng, you have crossed the line."

"Bottom line? I'd give you my life, and you're talking to me about bottom lines?!"

Yu Luofeng suddenly burst into a hysterical roar. He grabbed Jiang Yining's chin and forced her to tilt her head back. His gray eyes were filled with a madness and jealousy that could destroy the world.

"I went out for a bit, and now I smell like stray dogs... and more than one at that?"