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

Inside the secret room, Yu Luofeng's voice still echoed.

He stared fascinated at the jet-black ghost lotus blooming on Jiang Yining's shoulder, as if admiring a perfect trophy that belonged only to him.

However, at that very moment when his defenses were at their weakest and his essence was most emptied by the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree!

Jiang Yining's clear eyes, which had been slightly closed due to pain, suddenly opened.

There was not a trace of pain or submission, nor any pitiful state of being completely possessed; there was only unfathomable coldness and an absolute desire for control!

"Yu Luofeng, do you really think you can control me with your underhanded methods?"

Jiang Yining parted her red lips slightly, her voice so cold it seemed capable of freezing even the souls of the deepest hell.

"Boom—!"

Before she finished speaking, a terrifying pressure of law, belonging to the late stage of the Profound Light Realm and fused with the Myriad Spirit Divine Tree and the Primordial Dragon Vein, erupted from her body like a volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years!

This force is simply too immense!

It not only contains Jiang Yining's own powerful cultivation, but also the massive amount of semi-saint extreme yin essence that she just frantically plundered from Yu Luofeng!

"Bang!"

The two semi-sacred ghost chains locked on her wrists shattered like fragile scrap iron in the face of this overwhelming power, exploding into black dust everywhere!

Yu Luofeng didn't even have time to prepare.

He felt as if an ancient sacred mountain had struck his chest.

"puff!"

Yu Luofeng spat out a mouthful of black primordial blood, his tall, cold body flying off the white jade throne like a kite with a broken string, directly blasted away by this terrifying pressure!

He slammed heavily against the hard, dark stone wall of the secret chamber, smashing a deep, human-shaped crater into the wall, which was covered with defensive array patterns, before sliding helplessly onto the cold floor tiles.

Jiang Yining slowly stood up from the white jade throne.

The tattered purple-gold fox fur draped loosely over her arm, revealing the dark, bewitching ghost lotus mark on her shoulder. She looked down at Yu Luofeng, who had fallen to the ground, her eyes exuding an unyielding, superior authority.

"You can only take what I give you. If you dare to forcibly take what I haven't given you, be prepared to pay the price!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, carrying an aura of absolute dominance that shattered Yu Luofeng's pride.

Yu Luofeng knelt on one knee on the cold floor tiles, his long black hair scattered messily on both sides of his pale face. He coughed up blood, his chest heaving violently.

Any top-tier powerhouse in the Canglan Realm would be enraged and retaliate fiercely if so humiliated by a woman by being ousted from their throne, even at the cost of their own lives.

But Yu Luofeng did not.

He slowly raised his head, his scarlet gray eyes staring at Jiang Yining, who shone brightly and was as arrogant as a tyrannical queen.

Instead of showing any anger or resistance, the morbidity in his eyes burned even more fiercely, almost burning his reason to ashes!

"Yes...that's it..."

Yu Luofeng's voice trembled violently, revealing a chillingly intense excitement, "Ning'er... the way you crushed my pride... it was so beautiful..."

He actually felt the deepest fear and submission in his soul because of Jiang Yining's merciless and brutal suppression!

This is the ruler he has chosen! This is the woman who can make this mad dog from the Nine Netherworlds kneel at his feet with utmost devotion!

He even longed for her to be more cruel, more forceful, to grind all his dignity and bones into powder!

Yu Luofeng stared at her almost obsessively, like a most fervent believer, bowing his noble semi-saint head deeply and prostrating himself at her feet.

Jiang Yining coldly withdrew her gaze, no longer paying attention to this madman who had fallen into a pathological frenzy.

She must address the underlying health issue immediately.

Although the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree had just plundered Yu Luofeng's semi-saint essence and successfully suppressed Ao Lin's True Dragon Blood Pact and Gu Qinghan's pure yang energy, these three forces still lingered in her dantian, like three destructive star cores that could explode at any moment.

Jiang Yining quickly formed hand seals in front of her chest, and the purple-gold light of the Profound Light Realm enveloped her entire body.

"Since you all want to rule over my territory, then I'll make you all the foundation of my world!"

A ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.

With a thought, the "world prototype" within his body, which had only recently been created and still seemed somewhat unreal, began to operate with a roar.

The Divine Tree of Myriad Spirits, as a pillar supporting the heavens, is firmly fixed in the center of the small world.

"Extreme Yin, Zhenbei!"

Jiang Yining guided the massive semi-saint ghost energy, forcibly injecting it into the far north of her small world. Instantly, black frost spread wildly throughout her small world, transforming into a vast, endless Netherworld Sea.

"Chunyang, Zhennan!"

The cold, pure Yang sword intent belonging to Gu Qinghan was ruthlessly stripped away and forcefully smashed into the far south, transforming into an inextinguishable, blazing sun.

"True Dragon, suppress the core!"

Ao Lin's true dragon essence at the Heavenly Monarch Realm was tightly bound by the purple-gold root system and dragged directly into the depths of the earth veins of the small world, transforming into a crisscrossing world dragon vein that supports the earth!

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar erupted from Jiang Yining's body.

The three most powerful opposing forces in the world—Dragon Pact, Pure Yang, and Extreme Yin—not only ceased to fight each other under the absolute control of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree, but instead formed an extremely perfect energy cycle!

Life and death are intertwined, yin and yang are in harmony!

At this moment, the small world within Jiang Yining expanded wildly, with mountains, rivers, the sun, moon, and stars rapidly taking shape. Her cultivation barrier at the late stage of the Profound Light Realm was completely solidified under this perfectly balanced power, and her aura became as deep and boundless as the sea.

Just as Jiang Yining had completed the balance of power within her body.

"Zheng—!"

Outside the inner gate of the Xuan Yin Palace, a deafening sword cry that ripped through the sky suddenly erupted!

A blindingly bright Haotian Pure Yang sword aura, like a cascading Milky Way, slammed into the defensive array outside the secret chamber with a terrifying force that seemed capable of cleaving the entire Abandoned Star Island in two!

"boom!"

The great formation trembled violently, and the array patterns emitted mournful cries of unbearable strain.

"Yu Luofeng! If you dare to harm her in the slightest, I will surely cleave you, you wicked demon from the depths of hell, into ashes!"

Outside the door came Gu Qinghan's cold, icy shout, which was filled with suppressed rage.

Just now, Yu Luofeng unleashed his semi-saint ghost energy without reservation in the secret chamber. The extremely cold law of death directly broke through the barrier and was keenly detected by Gu Qinghan, who was guarding outside the Twin Blade Spirit Pool.

Gu Qinghan was already on the verge of going berserk because of Ao Lin's dragon seal. When he realized that Yu Luofeng had used such terrifying power on Jiang Yining in the secret room, the string of his rationality snapped completely.

"Ning'er! Step back!"

Gu Qinghan unleashed the pure Yang pressure of the peak of the Dao Inquiry Realm. Without hesitation, he burned his source, and the long sword in his hand transformed into a blazing sun, once again fiercely slashing down at the crumbling door of the secret chamber!

"Crack!" The last defensive barrier of the secret chamber shattered with a loud crash.

The piercing pure Yang sword intent, accompanied by a flurry of ice shards, swept wildly into the room.

The situation was on the verge of exploding again at that moment!

One is the Nine Netherworld Ghost King, wielding the extreme Yin of a semi-saint and driven by a morbid obsession; the other is the cold-blooded Sword Master, possessing the pure Yang of the Heavenly Realm and consumed by insane jealousy. If these two peerless ferocious beasts were to collide head-on, they would surely raz this Xuan Yin Palace to the ground!

Faced with this perilous and desperate situation, Jiang Yining showed no sign of panic.

She is the queen who single-handedly created the absolute ruler of this abandoned star island. How could she not even be able to control these two fish she raised herself?

Jiang Yining's eyes flickered slightly. She lightly touched the floor tiles with her toes, and her figure instantly transformed into a streak of purple-gold light, appearing directly in front of Yu Luofeng, who was kneeling on the ground.

Gu Qinghan had already charged in from outside the door, sword in hand, his footsteps, filled with murderous intent, drawing ever closer.

Jiang Yining did not back down. Without any hesitation, she raised her bare, snow-white jade foot and stepped directly onto Yu Luofeng's broad and sturdy back.

It wasn't very powerful, but it exuded absolute dominance and an arrogant arrogance.

Yu Luofeng stiffened abruptly, then let out a muffled groan of extreme pleasure. Instead of dodging, he obediently lowered his back like a real vicious dog, letting her trample on him.

"Shut up and kneel properly. Without my order, you are not allowed to make a sound, and you are not allowed to use even a trace of ghostly energy." Jiang Yining coldly issued the order using a whispered transmission that only the two of them could hear.

A flash of insane jealousy crossed Yu Luofeng's gray eyes, but he was enjoying the feeling of being absolutely controlled by her so much that he gritted his teeth and actually managed to completely conceal the terrifying semi-saint ghost aura around him, without leaking even a trace of it.

Just then, Gu Qinghan's figure, shrouded in the swirling snow, rushed into the outer room of the secret chamber.

"Yu Luofeng!" Gu Qinghan's eyes widened in anger, the tip of his sword pointing directly at the gauze curtains of the inner room.

What awaited him was not Yu Luofeng's desperate counterattack.

Instead, it was a soft and charming voice that carried a hint of languor and coquettishness, yet also exuded an undeniable authority.

"Qinghan, what are you doing? Are you trying to demolish my palace?"

Gu Qinghan abruptly stopped in her tracks.

As the snowstorm subsided, he could only see a vaguely beautiful figure through the thin gauze curtains of the inner room.

Jiang Yining's voice softened at the right moment, carrying a hint of weariness from just finishing her breathing: "Feng was just helping me suppress the raging dragon vein source within me. If he hadn't expended his extreme yin power, my meridians would probably be ruined by now."

In one sentence, Yu Luofeng's "atrocity" was defined.

It saved Yu Luofeng's life while cleverly striking at Gu Qinghan's most vulnerable spot—all in an effort to erase Ao Lin's traces.

Gu Qinghan's hand gripping the sword trembled slightly, and the crimson in his eyes faded somewhat at those words. His ferocious sword intent instantly subsided: "Ning'er, you...you're not injured?"

"Of course I'm fine. It's just..."

Jiang Yining paused, her tone suddenly revealing a dependence she only showed towards Gu Qinghan, yet it was also intertwined with the command of a superior.

"My clothes tore while I was practicing my internal energy."

Behind the curtain.

She lazily stepped onto the back of the Half-Saint Ghost King, and chuckled at the cold sword cultivator outside the door: "Qinghan, come in and help me change."