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

Inside the high-temperature refining chamber, the air was slightly distorted due to the intense heat.

Jiang Yining, dressed in a thin, plain white dress, showed off her breathtaking curves in the scorching heat that could melt even ordinary magical artifacts. Her cool eyes swept over the huge furnace, her expression indifferent, as if the surrounding heat had no effect on her whatsoever.

Feng Liuyun stood less than three feet away from her.

The young master of the Phoenix Clan was surrounded by a faint crimson glow, a sign that the Nirvana True Fire was naturally circulating within him. A carefree smile graced his handsome face, and he casually waved the jade folding fan in his hand, looking more like a wandering, carefree gentleman on a leisurely trip than someone who had come to do work.

"Island Master, the temperature in this secret chamber seems a bit lacking." Feng Liuyun's eyes flickered, his deliberately ambiguous posture on full display. "How about I add some fuel to the fire and help the Island Master warm up?"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his slender, pale fingers lightly.

"Buzz—"

A wisp of pure Nirvana Fire essence drifted from his fingertips. This flame was pale golden in color, radiating a heart-palpitating heat, yet Feng Liuyun precisely controlled it within a delicate range. Illuminated by the firelight, the temperature of the entire secret chamber rose sharply, the air becoming scorching and viscous, carrying an ambiguous and alluring atmosphere.

Feng Liuyun watched this scene with satisfaction.

Feng Liuyun has been a master of romance for many years, captivating countless women with his exceptional skill in creating ambiguous atmospheres. High temperatures easily stir the soul, and clothes soaked with sweat clinging to the body perfectly accentuate a woman's curves.

He believed that if he added a few more sparks, the high and mighty mistress of Abandoned Star Island would eventually look at him with pleading eyes, just like those saintly fairies.

however--

Jiang Yining merely glanced at him indifferently, a meaningful smile curving her lips.

"this one?"

Feng Liuyun was slightly taken aback.

"Young Master Feng's way of treating guests is quite unique." Jiang Yining's fair fingertips gently brushed her forehead, a fine drop of fragrant sweat sliding down her smooth forehead, across her breathtakingly beautiful cheek, and finally disappearing into her slender neck. "However, this temperature is still far from enough."

Under the scorching heat, a fine layer of fragrant sweat seeped from her fair forehead. A few strands of damp hair clung tightly to her flushed cheeks, and her slightly see-through clothes outlined a breathtaking curve.

Feng Liuyun's eyes instantly darkened.

He naturally extended his slender fingers, with a certain air of entitlement, and gently brushed the damp hair clinging to her cheek behind her ear. His fingertips intentionally or unintentionally caressed her soft, delicate collarbone, instantly escalating the alluring tension within the secluded room.

"The island lord is sweating," Feng Liuyun's voice was low and husky, carrying a clear seductive undertone. "Would you like me to wipe it off for you?"

However, Jiang Yining did not back down in shame and anger as he had expected.

Instead, she slightly raised her graceful chin, her beautiful eyes revealing a hint of languor, like a satiated and proud phoenix, quietly watching the self-righteous man before her.

"Young Master Feng's hands seem quite idle."

Jiang Yining did not dodge his touch. Instead, she lazily turned her head and looked directly at him with her extremely cold yet subtly shimmering eyes.

"Snap—"

Feng Liuyun subconsciously closed the folding fan, only to find that her fingers holding the fan were trembling slightly.

Not right.

Something's wrong with this woman.

He was the one who wanted to flirt with her, so how did it turn out the other way around?

Feng Liuyun took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He fanned himself with a folding fan and approached Jiang Yining, who was covered in sweat, trying to break down her defenses with further physical contact.

"Island Lord is too kind. I was just worried that you might get too hot." Feng Liuyun leaned close to her ear, his hot breath almost touching hers. "The Nirvana True Fire can be strong or gentle. With just a word from you, Island Lord, I can adjust the heat at any time and turn this secret chamber into... a paradise on earth."

His voice was provocative, each word like a pluck at a taut string.

However, Jiang Yining only glanced at him indifferently.

"A paradise on earth?" She parted her red lips slightly, her tone tinged with amusement. "I thought Young Master Feng was here to refine weapons, but it turns out he's here to put on a show."

She turned around, and the hem of her pure white skirt carried a faint fragrance that mingled with the aura of Nirvana Fire permeating the air, creating a strange and alluring effect.

"If Young Master Feng has run out of tricks, you may step aside and I will do it myself."

Jiang Yining's casual remark instantly turned Feng Liuyun's face extremely ugly.

Meanwhile, outside the secret room.

Gu Qinghan, Yu Luofeng, and Ao Lin paced back and forth outside the secret room like ants on a hot pan.

"Damn Feng Liuyun! How dare he be alone in a room with Ning'er!" Gu Qinghan's face was ashen, the Haotian Chunyang sword in his hand creaking under his grip. "Mo Xie! Chop the door open for me!"

"Lord Gu, please don't be hasty." Mo Xie's cold, mechanical voice came from the shadows, "The mistress has decreed that no one is allowed to enter the secret chamber without permission. Anyone who disobeys will be executed without mercy."

"Kill without mercy?" Gu Qinghan trembled with rage. "You're going to stop me too?"

"I'm not trying to stop you, just reminding you," Mo Xie said expressionlessly. "If Lord Gu is not afraid of death, he is welcome to give it a try."

Ao Lin, standing to the side, stamped his feet anxiously, his still-swollen face filled with worry: "That scruffy bird's Nirvana True Fire is most adept at bewitching people. What if he forces himself on Ning'er? What if he takes the opportunity to harm Qibao?"

"With your brain, you dare to talk about others?" Yu Luofeng leaned lazily against the pillar, his pale face full of mockery. "Who doesn't know that Feng Liuyun is a notorious womanizer? He's more skilled at creating ambiguous atmospheres than you or I are."

Ao Lin's eyes widened in anger: "Yu Luofeng! What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Yu Luofeng closed his folding fan, his eyes turning cold. "I was just thinking, if that bastard dares to lay a hand on Ning'er, how should I tear his stinking face to shreds?"

The three men disliked each other, but at this moment they reached a rare consensus—none of them trusted Feng Liuyun.

"No! I can't take it anymore!" Ao Lin suddenly erupted, rolling up his sleeves and rushing towards the secret chamber door. "Ning'er! I'll be your bodyguard! If that bastard dares to be insolent, I'll be the first to tear him apart!"

However, he had only taken three steps when an invisible barrier violently bounced him back.

"Thump—"

Ao Lin fell face-first into the mud in a sorry state.

"Lord Ao, you cannot break through the mistress's barrier," Mo Xie coldly reminded him.

Ao Lin lay on the ground, pounding the earth in anger: "Damn barrier! Damn Feng Liuyun! Damn..."

Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng exchanged a glance, a hint of schadenfreude flashing in their eyes.

This silly dragon did add some amusement to their boring wait.

However, despite their schadenfreude, their anxiety was no less.

What exactly was Feng Liuyun doing with Ning'er in the secret room?

Inside a sealed room.

Jiang Yining had already turned around to continue inspecting the main materials churning in the stove.

She ignored the self-important young master of the Phoenix Clan behind her, as if he were just an insignificant, invisible person.

However, Feng Liuyun was not willing to give up easily.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Feng Liuyun had been a seasoned player in the dating scene for years; what kind of woman hadn't he seen? No matter how strong this woman was, she was still just a woman.

"The Island Lord just said I didn't need to lift a finger?" Feng Liuyun closed his folding fan and approached her step by step. "Could it be that the Island Lord also knows how to forge weapons?"

Jiang Yining replied without turning her head, "I know a little."

"A little knowledge?" Feng Liuyun raised an eyebrow. "The core array of the interdimensional spirit boat can't be crafted with just a little knowledge. It requires precise control of the heat and a perfect understanding of the fundamental laws. Is the Island Lord sure you don't need my help?"

Jiang Yining finally stopped.

She slowly turned around and met Feng Liuyun's gaze.

Those clear, cold eyes held a deep meaning that made Feng Liuyun uneasy.

"help?"

Jiang Yining's red lips curved slightly, her tone tinged with amusement: "If Young Master Feng really wants to help, I have a suggestion."

"What suggestion?"

"What I need to do next is fuse the main materials of the spirit boat. This requires precise control of divine sense, and—extreme patience." Jiang Yining said, emphasizing each word. "If Young Master Feng is itching to show his skills, he may watch from the sidelines. However…"

She leaned forward slightly, suddenly closing the distance between herself and Feng Liuyun.

"But what?"

"However, my temper might be a bit hotter than Young Master Feng imagines." Jiang Yining's voice was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable domineering air. "If Young Master Feng is injured in the end, don't blame me for not warning you."

Feng Liuyun was intimidated by her imposing aura and subconsciously took a half step back.

This woman...

How come it looks more like he's hunting than he does?