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

"Boom!"

The heavy, purple-gold dragon-severing stone gate slowly rose, accompanied by a low rumble. The terrifying heat wave inside the secret chamber, powerful enough to melt ancient divine iron, roared and surged into the spacious Xuan Yin Hall like a wild horse.

Jiang Yining slowly walked out of that distorted heatwave.

She wore a pristine white dress, her body enveloped in a faint aura of purple-gold magic that kept the potentially deadly heat at bay. With her eyes slightly lowered, she extended her slender, jade-like fingers, seemingly wearily rubbing her temples before letting out a long sigh.

Anyone who saw this would think that the ruler of Abandoned Star Island had reached his limit after going through the first stage of high-intensity weapon forging.

However, only Jiang Yining herself knew that the enormous Myriad Spirit Divine Tree in her dantian was breathing in a steady rhythm, greedily drawing in the scattered Nirvana Fire Qi escaping from the secret chamber into her Qi Sea, silently nourishing her powerful true essence at the peak of the late Profound Light Realm.

The moment she stepped out the door.

"Ning'er, you've worked hard."

A clear, cold voice, like shattered jade, rang out first.

Gu Qinghan, dressed in pristine white robes, had somehow already stood steadily beside her. This once invincible Pure Yang Sword Master, at the peak of the Dao Inquiry Realm, now had no trace of arrogance or coldness in his eyes, only an intense and unyielding tenderness.

His large, well-defined hands held a plate of ancient, cold jade that emanated a faint chill. On the plate were several ancient snow lotus fruits, just chilled to perfection and with their outer skin peeled off.

Gu Qinghan leaned down slightly, his eyes, which seemed to see through everything in the world, now held a hint of barely perceptible, frantic possessiveness. He didn't even use any spiritual power, but instead gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat on Jiang Yining's forehead with his fingertips, and then picked up a crystal-clear snow lotus fruit and fed it to her lips.

"The first stage is mentally taxing, so eat something cold to soothe your throat."

Jiang Yining slightly raised her eyes and took a bite of the sweet and cool fruit from his hand. The sweet juice burst in her mouth instantly, dispelling the heat from the enclosed room.

Before Gu Qinghan's lips could fully curve upwards...

"Hmph, how did the dignified Pure Yang Sword Master end up doing menial tasks like serving tea and water?"

A chilling breeze swept by without warning.

Yu Luofeng, dressed in a black robe, walked slowly from one side of the main hall, stepping through the void. His pale face bore his signature sickly sneer, and the folding fan in his hand, painted with the image of the Nine Netherworld Demons, swayed gently.

As he approached, a semi-saint level of extremely yin ghost energy was precisely compressed to its limit, transforming into the gentlest and coolest breeze, which perfectly enveloped Jiang Yining, bringing her ultimate comfort.

Yu Luofeng took half a step forward without making a sound.

With that half-step, the chilling ghostly aura surrounding him, seemingly unintentional but actually extremely ruthless, collided with Gu Qinghan's pure Yang sword energy, forcefully pushing the white-robed sword master back half a body length.

"How dare you touch Ning'er's precious body?" A sinister glint flashed in Yu Luofeng's eyes, but when he turned to look at Jiang Yining, his gaze softened instantly. "If Ning'er gets hot, my Yin essence is at your disposal at any time."

Gu Qinghan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the Haotian Chunyang Sword in his hand emitted a clear sword cry: "Jade Ghost King, if your hand stretches too far, I don't mind cutting it off for you."

"With that piece of junk you've got?"

The atmosphere between the two instantly plummeted to freezing point, and terrifying fluctuations of law rippled wildly within the hall.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

Just as tensions were about to rise, a rough roar abruptly interrupted their confrontation.

With his handsome face still swollen, Ao Lin forcefully squeezed between the two like a Tyrannosaurus Rex guarding its food.

This former Demon Dragon Emperor, who once dominated the Canglan Realm and was awe-inspiring throughout the eight wastelands, now disregarded his remaining dignity and knelt down on one knee in front of Jiang Yining!

His hands, which had once torn apart stars, now held back all their power, the purest dragon energy surging in their palms as they carefully lifted Jiang Yining's slender legs.

The power of the true dragon transformed into a warm current, flowing along his fingertips, gently massaging Jiang Yining's muscles, which were sore from standing for a long time.

"Ning'er, ignore these two good-for-nothings. What do they know about serving people?" Ao Lin said, vigorously massaging Jiang Yining while tilting his head back and looking at her with his dark golden vertical pupils, pleading for praise. "How's my strength? I've been waiting for you outside for so long, and I haven't had a moment's rest. I've been researching how to use the True Dragon Qi to relieve muscle fatigue..."

This scene completely stunned Feng Liuyun, who subsequently emerged from the secret room.

Feng Liuyun, dressed in an eye-catching fiery red brocade robe and holding a crystal-clear jade folding fan in his hand, originally intended to strike a dashing pose to get some fresh air.

However, when he stepped out of the secret chamber and his gaze fell upon the scene in the center of the hall.

"Clatter."

The jade-bone folding fan slipped from Feng Liuyun's hand and fell onto the hard jade floor with a crisp sound.

He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and his scalp tingled.

Good heavens, what did he see?

The white-clad man carrying the fruit platter, looking like a timid wife, is none other than Gu Qinghan, the legendary Pure Yang Sword Master whose sword can chill fourteen provinces.

That black-robed youth, waving a folding fan and vying for attention, is none other than Yu Luofeng, a terrifying semi-saint level being who emerged from the deepest hell.

And that... that man kneeling on one knee like a massage boy, with a fawning expression, could he be Ao Lin, the once incredibly wealthy and arrogant Dragon Emperor of the Demon Realm?

Any one of these three men could cause a super tsunami in the entire Canglan Realm with a stomp of their foot, and countless super sects would tremble in their presence.

But now, in front of this woman named Jiang Yining, they are actually vying for her favor without any scruples, all for the right to serve her tea and water, massage her legs, and fan her? They've even abandoned the most basic dignity!

Feng Liuyun swallowed hard, feeling as if his worldview had collapsed at that moment.

Just how terrifying is this woman's charm, or her methods of controlling people's hearts?

The crisp sound of the folding fan hitting the ground was particularly jarring in the quiet hall.

Almost at the same instant.

The gazes of Gu Qinghan, Yu Luofeng, and Ao Lin all swept over Jiang Yining's shoulder, like three poisoned swords, and were fixed on Feng Liuyun.

The hostility and killing intent that belonged to a top-level powerhouse poured out without any concealment.

In their eyes, this phoenix clan young master, who had an eerie appearance and possessed the Nirvana True Fire, was a huge hidden danger that could threaten their position at any time!

"Oh, who do we have here?" Yu Luofeng struck first, his sneer growing wider. "So it's that scruffy bird that's always in charge of tending the fire. What's wrong, too hot inside, can't stand it?"

Gu Qinghan didn't even bother to look at him properly, her voice filled with condescending disdain: "A mere young master of the Phoenix Clan dares to put on airs in front of Ning'er. If it weren't for the fact that your True Fire still has some use, you wouldn't even be qualified to step into this Xuan Yin Hall. Just a fire-tending boy, yet you really think you're something special."

Ao Lin was even more direct. While massaging Jiang Yining's calves, he spat at Feng Liuyun with disdain: "What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen a man dote on his wife? You're just a bird that hasn't even grown its feathers yet, what do you know about serving her! Get back to your furnace right now, or if you delay Ning'er's weapon forging, I'll be the first to skin you alive!"

A series of sarcastic and absurd jokes were thrown out, mercilessly belittling Feng Liuyun to the lowest level.

Feng Liuyun's face turned pale and then red as he was fiercely confronted by these three top-tier experts. As the young master of the Phoenix Clan, he was treated as an honored guest by all forces wherever he went. When had he ever been insulted as a "fire-starting boy"?

But ironically, facing these three ridiculously powerful madmen, he didn't even have the confidence to utter a word. Any one of these three could wipe out the entire Phoenix Clan with a single hand.

Looking at Feng Liuyun's frustrated and helpless expression, and then at the three peerless experts in front of him who had no bottom line when it came to fighting over a woman, he was impressed.

Jiang Yining finally couldn't help but let out a pleasant chuckle.

The laughter was ethereal and melodious, yet it carried an arrogant air of superiority and control.

She thoroughly enjoyed this feeling. The sight of trampling powerful figures underfoot and watching them tear each other apart over a mere favor was more addictive than any top-grade elixir.

Just as the atmosphere of this chaotic scene was at its peak, yet relaxed and comfortable.

Suddenly, Mo Xie's cold, mechanical voice echoed in Jiang Yining's mind.

"Mistress, the seventh deep-sea defense array, located 30,000 miles southeast of Abandoned Star Island, has detected an extremely faint spatial fluctuation. Data comparison shows that it matches the jump frequency of the Protoss vanguard scouts by a rate of 99%."

Remnants of the Protoss?

The smile in Jiang Yining's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling glint.

She ignored the three men who were still exchanging sarcastic remarks, and casually picked up another perfectly chilled snow lotus fruit from the ancient jade plate in Gu Qinghan's hand.

"Click."

She parted her red lips slightly and casually took a bite of the fruit.