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

Late at night, the daytime hustle and bustle and madness on Abandoned Star Island finally subsided.

The air still carried the pungent metallic smell of the burning Protoss warships, but the entire island was shrouded in a new wave of revelry and slumber. Only the Xuan Yin Palace, located at the very heart of the island, remained brightly lit, like a colossal purple-gold beast lurking in the darkness.

In the dark corridor of the side hall of the imperial palace, Ao Lin dragged his heavy steps forward.

His dragon robe was already tattered, and his entire body was covered with terrifying cracks from the impact of the star spear. The dark golden dragon blood had dried and scabbed over, congealing on his torn flesh, and even the slightest movement would cause excruciating pain. But he paid no heed to these physical torments. The extreme resentment of being publicly humiliated by that "mountain of scrap iron" in the square during the day was like a series of poisoned daggers, relentlessly torturing his heart.

He, the mighty Dragon Emperor of the Demon Realm, gave his all, even risking his life, only to end up as a joke, worse than a dog.

"Squeak—"

Ao Lin gritted his teeth, his body filled with humiliation and barely suppressed anger, and pushed open the heavy purple-gold door of the bedchamber with great difficulty. Just half an hour earlier, Mo Xie, the metal puppet beside Jiang Yining, had brought a secret order, requesting him to come to the palace privately.

The bedchamber was filled with an extremely rich, cool fragrance.

Jiang Yining leaned languidly against the wide couch covered with purple-gold velvet. She wore only a thin veil, and her long, flowing hair cascaded casually over her fair shoulders. In the dim, yellowish light of the glass lamp, she exuded an irresistible allure.

But Ao Lin dared not have any extravagant thoughts at this moment. Because Jiang Yining was scrutinizing him from head to toe with an extremely cold gaze, as if examining prey in a trap.

"Is that pile of scrap metal any good?" Jiang Yining's red lips parted slightly, but the words she uttered were like ice shards, piercing Ao Lin's most painful wound with extreme precision.

Ao Lin shuddered violently, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, his nails digging into his newly scabbed palms, blood dripping onto the jade floor. He gritted his teeth, breathing heavily, but dared not utter a single word in rebuttal.

"What? Feeling wronged? Feeling that I'm not sentimental?"

Jiang Yining let out an undisguised sneer. She sat up straight and looked down at the once arrogant man with extreme coldness.

"Ao Lin, recognize your current status. You are no longer the high and mighty Dragon Emperor of the Demon Realm. I have emptied your Dragon Palace, drained your ancient dragon veins, and even your once-proud Heavenly Monarch Realm cultivation has fallen to the True Monarch Realm. Now, you are not even as good as a Void Realm puppet under my command."

These few words, without employing any laws or pressure, were more terrifying than the sharpest sword.

Ao Lin's tall body trembled uncontrollably. His pride and arrogance, his last remaining shred of self-respect, shattered and collapsed inch by inch under Jiang Yining's extremely direct and precise blows.

He wanted to roar, he wanted to rebel, but he tragically discovered that he didn't even have the courage to rebel. Because every word she said was a bloody truth. He was now just Miner Number Four, bound by a death contract, his life in her hands.

The immense psychological gap and utter despair, like a black tide, completely overwhelmed Ao Lin's mental defenses. His tall body swayed precariously, his knees buckled, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Just as Ao Lin's psychological defenses were on the verge of complete collapse!

Jiang Yining casually lifted her pale fingertips that were resting on her knees.

"Buzz—"

A pure, purplish-gold gas suddenly diffused in the stuffy air.

That was a trace of true dragon energy.

But this is by no means ordinary true dragon energy! This is top-tier dragon energy that has been refined to an unparalleled purity after being extremely refined by the Myriad Spirits Divine Wood within Jiang Yining's body, merging with the vitality of chaos and the origin of a semi-saint, and is a hundred times more refined than Ao Lin's peak!

The moment this wisp of dragon energy appeared, the spiritual energy within the bedchamber surged wildly, as if paying homage to an emperor. An extremely deadly allure, flowing through Ao Lin's nostrils, frantically penetrated his withered limbs and bones.

"This...this is..."

Ao Lin's previously lifeless eyes widened instantly, his pupils trembling violently with extreme shock. He stared incredulously at the wisp of purple-gold light swirling around Jiang Yining's fingertips, his Adam's apple bobbing wildly, his heavy breathing clearly audible in the empty hall.

That instinctive craving for supreme power, that frenzied terror emanating from the depths of his bloodline, caused his already tattered dragon body to tilt uncontrollably forward.

"Do you want it?" Jiang Yining asked, her tone filled with extreme charity, as if she were teasing a dying beast.

"Clang!"

Jiang Yining flicked her finger casually, and the pure dragon energy transformed into a stream of light, directly entering Ao Lin's withered chest!

"boom!"

Ao Lin's entire body suddenly shuddered violently!

The moment his parched and damaged meridians came into contact with that wisp of dragon energy, it was as if parched, cracked earth, which had been suffering from drought for centuries, had suddenly received a torrential downpour. An extremely violent vitality and pure dragon vein power surged and washed wildly within his body. His broken bones healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his sluggish blood energy began to boil again.

An indescribable, ultimate comfort, mixed with Jiang Yining's absolute control that seemed to bestow a favor, instantly overwhelmed Ao Lin completely.

He clearly sensed that this power was not only repairing his damaged body, but also subtly loosening the barrier to his realm that had been firmly sealed!

Thank you! I'm incredibly grateful!

Humiliation! Utter humiliation!

These two completely opposite and complex emotions collided violently in Ao Lin's mind. He, the mighty Dragon Emperor, had actually been reduced to relying on a wisp of dragon energy from his former prey to eke out a living. What was even more terrifying was that he not only couldn't live without this charity, but had even developed an extremely morbid craving for it!

"thump!"

Ao Lin's knees slammed heavily onto the hard jade floor. His face, which had been filled with arrogance, was now flushed red, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. Like a wild beast that had been completely tamed, he knelt down in front of Jiang Yining's soft couch, breathing heavily.

Jiang Yining lowered her eyes languidly, her bare feet slowly emerging from beneath her purple-gold velvet skirt.

Her alabaster-white instep gleamed alluringly under the light. With a slight lift of her toes, she casually, yet with an absolute sense of pressure, lifted Ao Lin's sweaty chin.

Ao Lin was forced to look up.

At such close range, he could clearly smell the scent emanating from Jiang Yining, a mixture of cold fragrance and extreme danger. His chest heaved violently, his gaze fixed on her fair ankles, his hands trembling terribly as he humbly and cautiously touched her ankles, not daring to actually make contact.

At this moment, this once mighty overlord who dominated the outer seas of the Canglan Realm completely abandoned all his dignity and arrogance. The resentment that once lingered in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a relentless descent into depravity and an extremely frenzied, morbid desire for the woman before him.

The temperature in the air is rising rapidly.

Ao Lin's Adam's apple bobbed with extreme difficulty. The wisp of dragon energy burned within him, stirring up the most primal desires in his heart. His eyes were red, his body trembling, as he tried to go further, pressing his cheek against that deadly, alluring fragrance.

Just as his nose was about to touch that fair skin at the critical moment!

"Boom!"

Jiang Yining's originally stable dantian suddenly erupted with an extremely violent spatial law fluctuation that was powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth apart!

An extremely dense purple-gold halo, carrying the terrifying aura of the ancient starry sky, instantly shot up from her body and even forcefully pierced through the multiple defensive formations set up around the bedchamber.

The seven treasures that had been docilely nestled in her womb suddenly erupted with extremely violent fetal movements. The power was so immense that even Jiang Yining's terrifying physical body, at the late stage of the Profound Light Realm, could hardly suppress it.

Jiang Yining's expression suddenly changed slightly, and she abruptly pulled her foot back from Ao Lin's hand.

Her brows furrowed in extreme pain, her slender fingers tightly covering her protruding belly.