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

Upon the white jade throne, a purple-gold halo of law, like tangible ripples of water, spread out in layers throughout the entire Xuan Yin Hall.

Jiang Yining closed her eyes slightly, circulating the Myriad Spirits Divine Wood within her body to thoroughly refine and solidify the massive amount of immortal spiritual power that had been fed back when the Seven Treasures were born not long ago. The terrifying pressure of the late-stage peak of the Profound Light Realm condensed in the air around her, forming a vacuum zone that could even distort light.

After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes, and a sharp glint flashed in her clear, cold eyes, sharp enough to pierce through the void.

Although the Protoss high priest had been drained of his life force and his elite fleet annihilated, a vast and subtle energy fluctuation still lurked deep within the starry sky, sensed through the Tree of Spirits. The remaining Protoss forces, and even ancient powers from higher dimensions, could potentially rise again at any moment.

"Moye." Jiang Yining's red lips parted slightly, her voice not loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the hall.

"My lady, I am here."

From the shadows in the corner of the hall, the metal puppet Mo Xie strode out and knelt on one knee beneath the white jade steps. His deep blue mechanical eyes gleamed with meticulously calculated data.

"How's the interdimensional spirit vessel project I instructed you about progressing?" Jiang Yining tapped her fingertips lightly on the armrest of the throne. The Protoss race's interdimensional warp technology had given her great inspiration. If Abandoned Star Island wanted to truly be invincible, it needed to possess a super spirit vessel that combined absolute defense with interdimensional travel capabilities.

Mo Xie respectfully presented a diagram shimmering with intricate light and shadow: "Mistress, the keel and hull of the spirit boat have been assembled using the captured Protoss superalloy and 100,000-year-old primordial spirit wood. However, we are currently stuck on the most crucial part."

"explain."

"The core array of the interdimensional spirit vessel needs to withstand the terrifying pressure of tearing apart the dimensional barrier. Ordinary earth fire, heavenly fire, or even top-grade fire veins simply cannot meet the requirements for repeated tempering." Mo Xie's mechanical voice revealed a hint of rigor. "If the tempering is not sufficient, forcibly activating interdimensional travel will cause the spirit vessel to disintegrate instantly in the spatial turbulence."

Jiang Yining frowned slightly. She had plenty of materials for refining weapons; having emptied the Demon Realm Dragon Palace and destroyed the Star Spirit Fleet, her current resources were enough to crush any super sect. But top-grade true fire was indeed a thorny issue.

Just as the master and servant were discussing the matter, a deliberately hushed but highly charged argument suddenly broke out outside the tightly closed palace doors.

"Get out of my way! I want to see Ning'er. Who gave you the audacity to stop me?"

Accompanied by arrogant shouts, the heavy purple-gold doors of the main hall were forcefully pushed open a crack.

Ao Lin strode in. This once mighty demon dragon emperor of the Canglan Realm was now a pitiful sight. His once handsome and arrogant face was now swollen on the right side, with a clear purplish-blue handprint—the very handprint left by his own son, Qi Bao, just a few hours earlier.

But he seemed completely unconcerned about his appearance, carefully holding a steaming white jade soup bowl in his hands. Inside the bowl was a rich soup made by him personally diving into the deep sea and tearing apart a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual clam with his bare hands.

Despite his still-swollen face, he tried to use his injuries to curry favor with Jiang Yining on the throne: "Ning'er, you've just given birth to Qibao and are still weak. This is a spirit clam soup I personally prepared; it's incredibly nourishing..."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold, icy pure Yang sword aura precisely grazed his toes and struck the jade floor.

Gu Qinghan, dressed in pristine white robes, slowly walked in from the other side of the corridor, carrying a bowl of millennium-old snow ginseng tonic soup that exuded an amazing medicinal fragrance.

Gu Qinghan's cold eyes swept disdainfully over Ao Lin's swollen face. Her thin lips parted slightly, her tone filled with undisguised sarcasm: "The mighty Dragon Emperor of the Demon Realm, with thick skin and flesh, took a light slap from his own son, yet he insists on putting on this weak and helpless act. If you didn't know better, you'd think you were some delicate flower, running to Ning'er to gain her pity."

"You bastard surnamed Gu! Shut up!" Ao Lin was instantly struck where it hurt. His dark golden vertical pupils contracted sharply, and the True Monarch Realm dragon energy within his body surged uncontrollably. "I'm doing this for Ning'er's health! How can your lousy Snow Ginseng Soup compare to my ten-thousand-year-old deep-sea spirit clam?"

"Ha, such vulgar things, how dare you bring them to dirty Ning'er's eyes." Gu Qinghan elegantly held the soup bowl, not even wanting to look at Ao Lin.

"Oh my, you two are really in high spirits."

A sarcastic laugh came from beside the carved doorpost.

Yu Luofeng, dressed in a black robe, leaned lazily against a doorpost. He held his signature ghost-faced folding fan in his hand, his pale face full of a sickly smile of anticipation.

He closed his folding fan, pointed at the two men who were on the verge of exchanging barbs, and said sarcastically, "I thought I had wandered into the inner quarters of some wealthy family in the mortal world. The way you two are vying to flatter each other and spewing sour grapes is just like those concubines who fight tooth and nail for the master's favor. It's truly an eye-opener for me."

"Yu Luofeng! You're asking for death!" Ao Lin roared in fury.

"Jade Ghost King, if your mouth is useless, I don't mind sewing it shut with pure Yang sword energy." Gu Qinghan's eyes turned cold, and his sword intent soared to the sky.

The three refused to back down and began to undermine each other and expose each other's secrets in the hall.

"What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for, Gu Qinghan? Back in the Spirit Pool, who was it that knelt on the ground adjusting Ning'er's skirt?"

"Ao Lin, what right do you have to boast? Is a miner who signed a death contract really that useful, even if he gets ten times the return on a pile of scrap metal?"

"Yu Luofeng, you're the most disgusting! Your half-saint's extreme yin energy was completely drained, yet you looked like you were enjoying it. You're practically a masochist!"

The originally solemn and oppressive council hall instantly transformed into a comical chaotic scene as the three men standing at the pinnacle of the Canglan Realm argued.

Sitting on the throne, Jiang Yining quietly watched the three men below her, who were once arrogant and domineering, now tearing each other apart like shrewish women over a single word or glance from her.

A slight ripple gradually appeared in her clear, cool eyes. Finally, she couldn't help but chuckle lightly.

That smile was like a millennia-old iceberg melting in an instant; its breathtaking beauty made the entire hall pale in comparison.

The originally cold and oppressive atmosphere was instantly replaced by this light and humorous laughter.

The three men, who were arguing, suddenly froze and looked up in unison. Seeing Jiang Yining laughing hysterically on the throne, their hearts softened uncontrollably. All their anger and strife vanished in that instant.

"Alright, stop embarrassing yourself in front of me." Jiang Yining waved her hand, half-scolding and half-laughing, her tone dismissive. "Put the soup down, you can get out of here. Can't you see I'm discussing important matters with Mo Xie?"

Seeing that she was in a great mood, the three men were unwilling to leave. They exchanged a knowing glance and then rushed forward.

"Ning'er, what problem have you encountered? Just say the word, and I, Gu Qinghan, will do anything, even die for you."

"Although I am not very useful, I am more than capable of solving some minor troubles for you."

"Ning'er! Although my dragon energy has diminished, I still have strength!" Ao Lin eagerly pledged his loyalty.

Mo Xie poured cold water on the situation, saying, "The three masters' origins are indeed powerful. However, Master Gu's pure Yang sword intent is too sharp and could easily sever the array patterns; Master Yu's extreme Yin ghost energy is incompatible and could freeze the spirit boat's outer shell; and Master Ao's true dragon origin is too violent and cannot be refined. None of them are suitable as top-grade true fire for refining weapons."

The three men were immediately speechless.

Mo Xie turned around and respectfully presented Jiang Yining with a crimson jade slip that exuded an ancient aura: "Mistress, I have consulted ancient texts in the Canglan Realm and even higher dimensions. I have discovered that beyond the Demon Realm, there is an ancient and secretive force—the Phoenix Clan."

With a flick of her finger, Jiang Yining instantly received the information from the jade slip into her mind.

"The Phoenix Clan's Nirvana True Fire, passed down through a single lineage, is said to be able to burn away all things in the world and possesses the power of rebirth, making it the perfect flame for tempering the core of the interdimensional spirit ship's array," Mo Xie continued to report. "However, the Phoenix Clan has been in seclusion for a long time and never participates in external conflicts. Its young master, Feng Liuyun, is notoriously eccentric and difficult to persuade. Countless super sects have come to his door with valuable treasures, but he has refused them all."

"Difficult to persuade?"

Jiang Yining casually tossed the crimson jade slip onto the jade table. Her fair fingertips lightly traced a line on the armrest, her tone revealing an extreme arrogance and domineering attitude that regarded money as dirt.

"In this world, there's no door that can't be broken open with resources." Jiang Yining sneered, issuing a domineering order, "Mo Xie, go to the Imperial Treasury and fetch ten million top-grade star crystals. Smash open the Phoenix Clan's gates for me!"

Jiang Yining looked at the intelligence report about Feng Liuyun that Mo Xie handed her.