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

"Wind..." Jiang Yining endured the tearing pain in her body and was about to open her mouth.

"Shhh."

Yu Luofeng's icy fingers, devoid of any human warmth, suddenly pressed down on her red lips. The force was so great that it almost ground horrifying bruises into her delicate skin.

His unfathomable crimson-gray eyes, as if imbued with the most vicious curse, stared intently at the icy blue frost mark on the side of her neck, radiating pure yang energy.

That was the aura of the Sword Sovereign that Gu Qinghan had just left behind, so dazzling that it made Yu Luofeng's soul tremble.

"Ning'er, I don't need to hear any excuses."

Yu Luofeng's voice was hoarse, as if he had shards of glass in his throat. A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips. "No matter how high-sounding the reason, it can't hide the fact that you smell like other stray dogs!"

Before he could finish speaking, his tall, cold body pressed down suddenly.

Like a ravenous demon that had been starving for tens of thousands of years in the deepest abyss and finally found its prey, Yu Luofeng bit down hard on the icy blue frost mark without warning!

"Ugh!" Jiang Yining cried out in pain.

The extremely yin ghost energy and Gu Qinghan's remaining pure yang sword intent collided violently on the surface of her skin!

Yu Luofeng's teeth pierced the frozen skin without mercy, embedding themselves deep into her flesh. A chilling, piercing pain instantly swept through Jiang Yining's entire body like an electric current.

He's sucking her blood!

They gulped down the food, with a frenzied urge to devour Gu Qinghan's lingering scent, flesh and all. The pungent, rusty smell of blood instantly filled the cold, deathly silent chamber.

As the blood was forcibly drawn out, the pure yang frost mark belonging to Gu Qinghan began to tremble violently, and finally, under the extreme yin pressure of the semi-saint level, it emitted an extremely faint cracking sound.

With a "crack," it shattered completely and vanished into nothingness.

But this is far from enough! It is simply not enough to quell the burning jealousy in the heart of the Nine Netherworld Ghost King, a jealousy powerful enough to incinerate the Canglan Realm.

Yu Luofeng suddenly raised her head.

His pale lips were stained with bright red blood, which dripped slowly down his perfect jawline, making his lifeless face appear even more alluring, eerie, and mad.

"And there's the mark of this loach."

His gaze, like a sharp knife, scraped fiercely across the purple-gold True Dragon Blood Pact on her right collarbone, radiating the pressure of a Heavenly Monarch Realm expert. It was left behind by Ao Lin, carrying an irresistible domineering aura.

"Yu Luofeng, how dare you!" Jiang Yining shouted sharply, her clear eyes surging with anger.

Her hands were firmly locked to the sides of the white jade throne by two semi-saint ghost chains that exuded the law of death. She exerted her strength suddenly, and the iron chains rattled loudly under her cultivation at the late stage of the Profound Light Realm, and even cracks appeared on the armrests of the throne.

"I'd risk my life for you, what else wouldn't I dare to do?!"

Yu Luofeng burst into a hysterical laugh, a laugh filled with a chilling despair and obsession.

He suddenly spread his five fingers, and a dense mass of semi-saintly primordial ghost energy, dripping with black water, instantly condensed in his palm.

Without any pity, without any hesitation.

He slammed his palm hard onto Jiang Yining's collarbone!

"boom--!"

The terrifying Yin energy, like a black torrent bursting its banks, ruthlessly shattered Jiang Yining's outer defenses and forcefully poured into her eight extraordinary meridians with overwhelming force!

Jiang Yining's whole body tensed up suddenly, her slender neck arching high due to extreme pain.

It hurts so much!

This semi-saint level of extremely yin power entering the body was like releasing a group of bloodthirsty sharks. They roared and relentlessly pounced on the true dragon's origin and pure yang energy entrenched deep within the meridians.

The Heavenly Monarch Realm dragon's might left behind by Ao Lin sensed the provocation and roared angrily, its purplish-gold dragon shadow churning violently within its meridians. Gu Qinghan's chilling Pure Yang sword intent also transformed into countless tiny blades, launching a frenzied counterattack.

However, faced with Yu Luofeng's reckless and almost self-destructive infusion of the semi-saintly extreme yin, these two masterless forces were defeated one after another.

Black frost spread inch by inch through the meridians, forcibly freezing the boiling dragon blood and grinding the sharp pure yang sword intent into powder.

The extremely Yin ghost energy carried an extremely domineering and suppressive posture, trampling all the energy that did not belong to it under its feet and wantonly crushing it!

Under the piercing cold that felt like punishment, Jiang Yining was in so much pain that she was covered in cold sweat, and every breath felt like swallowing ice shards.

Yu Luofeng's tall, cold body pressed down on her tightly, leaving no gap whatsoever.

He used the most extreme physical contact to imprint his intense, uniquely Yin aura from the Nine Nether Abyss onto every inch of her skin, wanting to imbue her entire being with his scent.

"Look at me!"

Yu Luofeng gripped her chin tightly, with such force that it seemed he wanted to crush her bones, forcing her to look directly at him.

His scarlet pupils burned with a morbid possessiveness that seemed to want to incinerate everything.

"Ning'er, look carefully! What's raging within you right now is my power! What's taking over your very being is also me!"

His voice was hoarse and fanatical, carrying a strong smell of blood that sprayed onto her face. "I will wash every inch of your body that they touched a thousand times with my ghostly energy! I will not allow you to have any scent on you other than mine!"

His cold fingertips traced a path down her collarbone.

Wherever it passed, the black frost was like the most vicious curse, forcibly covering all remaining warmth.

Extreme cold and agony intertwined, forming an impenetrable net. This was the wrath of the Nine Netherworld King—tyrannical, morbid, and utterly unforgiving of anyone who dared to lay a finger on him!

Jiang Yining was pressed firmly onto the cold white jade throne, the intense pain mixed with a tingling pleasure from the extreme saturation of power.

Her meridians were constantly torn apart by the semi-saintly ghost energy, but were also constantly repaired by her own wood-type life force.

On the verge of collapse.

A ruthless glint suddenly flashed in Jiang Yining's eyes.

You think you can lock me up like this? Yu Luofeng, you're being far too naive!

Since you have offered me the essence of a semi-saint, wouldn't it be a disservice to this incredible fortune if I were to be polite?

A thought arose.

The Myriad Spirits Divine Tree, which had been dormant deep within the dantian, suddenly burst forth with dazzling purple-gold light.

Countless nearly transparent roots of the divine tree, like ancient ferocious vines that have smelled blood, surged wildly upstream along the meridians, plunging headlong into the rampant yin and ghostly energy!

Swallow it!

What was originally a one-sided, forceful infusion of energy completely changed its nature in that instant!

The Myriad Spirits Divine Tree displayed its terrifying predatory power as a supreme treasure of heaven and earth. It was like a bottomless black hole, opening its blood-red maw and beginning to frantically devour the semi-saint essence that Yu Luofeng had sent into his body.

"Well!"

Yu Luofeng shuddered violently, letting out a low groan from deep in his throat.

He clearly sensed that the semi-saint essence he had cultivated for millennia, the very thing he relied on for survival, was draining away at an alarming rate. This wasn't absorption; it was deprivation! It was a deadly plunder!

If Jiang Yining wanted, she could suck him dry right now.

But he didn't stop.

Not only did he not stop, but the madness in his eyes intensified, to an appalling degree.

"Ning'er...you've finally agreed to absorb my essence..."

A chilling chuckle escaped Yu Luofeng's throat. Instead of resisting, he proactively activated his soul defenses, continuously channeling the most core and purest Yin energy into Jiang Yining's body.

He wanted her to inhale! He wanted to fill her with his own essence!

Even if he were drained dry, even if his soul were destroyed, as long as he could completely merge with her power and form this fatal bond that could never be separated for all eternity, he would be willing!

The combined power of the two created a terrifying energy vortex within the secret chamber. The extremely yin black frost and the purple-gold divine wood's vitality intertwined and devoured each other, causing the entire Xuan Yin secret chamber to tremble precariously, with countless unfathomable cracks appearing on the walls.

In this extremely frenzied mutual crushing and reverse plundering, Ao Lin's Heavenly Monarch Realm Dragon Contract was forcibly suppressed to the very corner of his dantian, and Gu Qinghan's pure yang energy was also completely swallowed up.

At this moment, only the frenzied fusion of the Myriad Spirits Divine Wood and the Extreme Yin Ghost Qi remained within Jiang Yining's body.

Yu Luofeng's face was deathly pale, a sign of near death due to extreme depletion of his vital energy.

But he smiled with unprecedented satisfaction.

He slowly raised his hand, which was covered in cold sweat, and gently stroked Jiang Yining's collarbone where she had been bitten.

The True Dragon Blood Pact, which originally radiated a purple-gold light, was now completely enveloped by dense, extremely dark yin energy, its light dimmed to the point of being lifeless.

"That's not enough..."

Yu Luofeng murmured softly, then bit his tongue hard, forcing out the last drop of semi-saint essence blood from his heart.

This drop of essence blood was as black as ink, emanating a terrifying law of death that even the Heavenly Dao would avoid.

Without hesitation, he pressed the drop of blood onto Jiang Yining's round, fair shoulder.

"Sizzle—!"

It felt like a red-hot iron being branded onto ice and snow.

Jiang Yining felt a piercing pain in her shoulder. Immediately afterward, an overwhelmingly powerful force took root and grew wildly beneath her skin.

A bewitching, profound, and lifelike jet-black ghost lotus slowly bloomed on her shoulder. Each petal exuded the ultimate laws of death and submission from the deepest abyss.

This ghost lotus mark not only suppressed Ao Lin's dragon contract, but was also a blatant declaration!

With absolute dominance, it thoroughly erased all traces left by other men.

Yu Luofeng stared intently at the jet-black ghost lotus that bloomed perfectly on Jiang Yining's snow-white skin. The murderous intent and jealousy in his eyes finally subsided, replaced by a twisted ecstasy and satisfaction.

He licked away the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with a morbid madness: "Now, clean and pure, belonging only to Luo Feng."