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

The three-day appointment arrived as scheduled.

In the deepest part of the Xuan Yin Palace, outside the heavy, broken dragon stone door of the cultivation chamber, Yu Luofeng stood quietly, dressed in an immaculate black robe.

"Enter."

Jiang Yining's slightly tired but still cool voice came from inside the door.

Yu Luofeng pushed open the door and entered, then slammed the heavy stone door shut behind him, completely cutting off any outside knowledge. Over the past three days, he had legitimately earned the right to enter this secret chamber under the pretext of "harmonizing the yin and yang of the dragon embryo."

At this moment, Jiang Yining was sitting cross-legged on the white jade couch, her brows slightly furrowed. The rampant flow of the True Dragon Yang Power within her body was making her extremely uncomfortable.

Yu Luofeng walked slowly to the bedside, his pale, lifeless face devoid of any extra expression. But with a flick of his wide sleeve, a delicate jade bottle, exuding a chilling aura yet shimmering with a warm luster, landed steadily on the low table in front of Jiang Yining.

The bottle was opened, and an extremely pure, dark blue medicinal aroma wafted out.

That was the supreme Nine Netherworld Breath-Regulating Dew. In order to refine this spiritual liquid, which was specially used to neutralize the burning effect of the True Dragon's Yang Power on the fetus, this high and mighty Half-Saint Ghost King had spent the past three days and three nights consuming his Half-Saint cultivation to purify it bit by bit. This meticulously prepared extreme gentleness formed a shocking contrast with his cold, sickly, and threatening appearance on the surface.

"Lie down." Yu Luofeng's voice was completely flat.

Jiang Yining did not resist. She lay back on the white jade couch and slightly pulled down the skirt covering her lower abdomen a few inches to reveal her slightly protruding belly that was radiating a faint golden light.

The process of adjusting their breathing was extremely dangerous, forcing the two to maintain an extremely ambiguous and perilous distance.

Yu Luofeng knelt on one knee on the edge of the couch between her legs, leaning slightly forward. His long, cool fingers touched the dark blue conditioning dew, and his palm slowly covered her slightly protruding belly.

"Hiss..." The extreme yin coldness and the true dragon's heat collided the moment their skin touched, and Jiang Yining couldn't help but gasp.

A ghostly blue aura, mixed with medicinal power, flowed continuously into her acupoints through his palm. The entire secret chamber was extremely quiet, so quiet that the faint roar of the True Dragon Law could be heard within her meridians.

The two remained in this position for a full hour. The close proximity meant their breaths inevitably mingled. The necessity of this physical contact, coupled with the undercurrent of emotion, pushed the unspoken, taboo atmosphere to its peak.

Midway through the meditation, an unexpected event occurred!

The true dragon's embryonic breath, which had been entrenched deep within Jiang Yining's dantian, suddenly became violently agitated, unleashing a surge of primordial dragon might.

"Hmm!"

Caught off guard, Jiang Yining felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. Her once rosy complexion turned deathly pale, and her body, instinctively writhing in pain, lurched forward.

As she leaned forward, her forehead pressed directly against Yu Luofeng's shoulder. The intense pain caused her to lose her usual composure, and her hands instinctively clenched his shirt, her knuckles turning white.

Yu Luofeng froze completely in that instant.

His eternally unchanging, deathly gray eyes suddenly contracted as he felt the fragility and warmth emanating from the woman in his arms. He was a ghost cultivator accustomed to killing, but at this moment, his hand, frozen in mid-air, hesitated for a moment before finally, extremely slowly and gently, landing on the back of Jiang Yining's head.

His cool palm cradled her, his ghostly aura transforming into the gentlest breeze to soothe her. The gesture was so tender it was unlike him at all. This fleeting moment of tenderness, belonging to a morbid demon, erupted with intense emotional tension in the dimly lit room.

It took a full incense stick's time for the dragon's breathing to calm down again.

Jiang Yining breathed heavily, stepped back, and once again widened the scrutinizing distance between them.

Yu Luofeng slowly took out a square handkerchief to wipe her fingertips, and the atmosphere in the secret room became stiff and subtle again.

Suddenly, Yu Luofeng stopped what she was doing, raised her scarlet gray eyes, and, in a tone as indifferent as if asking about the weather, posed an extremely private and fatal question:

"When that dragon touched you...did you ever think of me?"

The air froze for a moment.

Jiang Yining met his gaze, remained silent for a full three seconds, and then asked, "What kind of answer do you hope to hear?"

Yu Luofeng laughed. The laugh was cold and twisted, yet it carried a burning obsession.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice hoarse: "I hope you say no—that way, I'll have a reason to punish you."

Both of them were frantically testing each other's limits with words, each sentence a trap shrouded in murderous intent.

Just as tensions were about to rise, a clear and loud cry of a baby suddenly came from outside the heavy stone door.

The coldness in Yu Luofeng's eyes vanished the instant he heard the crying. He stood up first, pushed open the stone door, and strode out.

In the corridor, a maid was holding the twins. When the baby girl saw Yu Luofeng's tall figure, she immediately stopped crying, stretched out her chubby little hands and tried to reach him, making indistinct "ee-ya" sounds.

Yu Luofeng slowly squatted down and tentatively extended a long, slender, and cool finger.

The little girl clenched that finger tightly in her hand. At that very moment, all the coldness in Yu Luofeng's half-saint ghost eyes, which struck fear into the Canglan Realm, melted away.

He let the little life hold him tightly, and in a whisper that only he could hear, he murmured:

"Only you and your brother... are true."

Jiang Yining stood quietly in the doorway behind her, seeing the whole scene clearly.

After Jiang Yining returned to the secret room and closed the door, she looked down at her abdomen—the dragon fetus had calmed down after Yu Luofeng injected extreme yin power, but the dark crack deep in her dantian had expanded by half an inch. For the first time, the root system of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree could not keep up with the speed at which the crack was spreading.