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

Inside the main control room of the interdimensional immortal ship, the remaining purple-gold vitality gradually merged into the surrounding black iron array patterns.

Jiang Yining leaned against the soft couch covered with the fur of a thousand-year-old snow fox, her face pale with exhaustion.

Her slender fingers gently stroked Sanbao's soft hair, her breath as light as a breeze.

Sanbao nestled in Jiang Yining's arms, his little hands clutching the gold thread on her clothes. The fear on his face faded, revealing the innocent charm of a two-year-old.

"Mommy, I can't sleep." Sanbao raised his delicate little face.

The bright red lotus mark between her brows flickered slightly, and her naturally heterochromatic eyes, one black and one red, blinked, carrying a hint of dependence after surviving a catastrophe.

"Close your eyes and regulate your breathing to calm your mind." Jiang Yining's voice was gentle, and a wisp of warm spiritual energy passed through her fingertips, soothing the fatigue between her brows.

Sanbao shook his head and rubbed his little head against Jiang Yining's neck.

"I want to hear stories. Back in that dark place, no one ever told me stories." She pouted, her voice tinged with unconscious grievance.

These words were like a fine needle, gently pricking the hearts of the five adults in the hall.

Gu Qinghan, Yu Luofeng, Ao Lin, and Feng Liuyun took half a step forward almost at the same time.

The four men standing at the pinnacle of the Canglan Realm all had burning eyes, like a pack of wolves fighting over their prey.

Sanbao's gaze swept over the four faces. Finally, she raised her small hand and pointed precisely at Gu Qinghan, who was dressed in white and looked like an immortal descended to earth.

"Make him talk," Sanbao instructed in his childish voice.

Gu Qinghan's cold and fierce pure Yang sword intent suddenly stopped.

A rare hint of helplessness appeared on his handsome face, which was usually covered in frost.

"Me?" Gu Qinghan's fingers curled slightly, his thin lips parted slightly, but he didn't know where to begin.

He wouldn't even flinch if asked to draw his sword and slay a half-saint.

Asking him to coax a two-year-old child is more suffocating than enduring ninety-nine tribulations.

The newly replaced folding fan in Yu Luofeng's hand made a crisp "whoosh" sound.

A mocking smile appeared on his pale, alluring face as he slowly fanned himself.

"Gu Jianzun's swordsmanship is undoubtedly unparalleled in Canglan, but unfortunately his mouth is probably even more clumsy than ten-thousand-year-old Xuanbing." Yu Luofeng added insult to injury without any politeness.

Gu Qinghan's gaze swept over Yu Luofeng like a sharp blade, and he was about to lash out.

"You're not allowed to curse Uncle Gu!" Sanbao suddenly sat up straight and waved his little fist fiercely at Yu Luofeng.

Yu Luofeng's smile froze on his lips, a lump forming in his throat, and he remained speechless for a long time.

Jiang Yining leaned back on the pillow, a faint smile playing on her lips, quietly watching the farce unfold.

Gu Qinghan took a deep breath, his tall frame half-squatting down beside the soft couch, trying to make his voice sound as gentle as possible.

"When I was three years old, my master gave me a wooden sword." Gu Qinghan said with a straight face, his tone as if he were preaching.

Sanbao blinked her heterochromatic eyes, one black and one red, and looked at him expectantly.

"Then, I swung my sword ten thousand times every day, rain or shine," Gu Qinghan continued, his expression as serious as if he were giving his final instructions.

"And then what?" Sanbao pressed.

"Then, I practiced a basic sword technique and swung it 100,000 times," Gu Qinghan answered seriously.

Sanbao's little face visibly fell down.

She yawned widely, and two physiological tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"What kind of story is this? It's even more boring than what I was doing in that black jar." Sanbao turned over in disgust, leaving Gu Qinghan with his round back of his head.

Gu Qinghan froze, his pride as the Pure Yang Sword Master shattering at that moment.

Yu Luofeng immediately seized the opportunity and took a few steps to the other side of the soft couch.

"Little fellow, come and listen to my story." Yu Luofeng lowered his voice, and a faint, dark light and shadow emanated from the surroundings, creating an extremely yin and ghostly aura.

He deliberately created a mysterious atmosphere, his narrow eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

"In the deepest part of the Nine Netherworld, there is a River of Oblivion, which is crawling with withered bones without flesh. Every midnight, they let out mournful howls..." Yu Luofeng described it vividly, and even the temperature around him seemed to drop a few degrees.

The three treasures' heterochromatic eyes, one black and one red, lit up instantly. Instead of being afraid, they waved their adorable little fists.

"Bones? Sounds so crunchy!" Sanbao snorted in his childish voice, revealing an innate arrogance. "Next time I'm going to that river, I'm going to take all their bones down and use them as building blocks to stomp on!"

Yu Luofeng originally wanted to see the little girl cry in fear, but upon hearing this, he froze on the spot. He never expected that this little devil's temper was even crazier than his own.

The smile on Jiang Yining's face vanished instantly.

She raised her eyes, her purple-gold pupils radiating a chilling aura as she coldly swept them over Yu Luofeng.

"If you continue to teach her these bloody and violent things, I won't hesitate to rip out your tongue and feed it to the ghosts." Jiang Yining's voice was extremely soft, yet it carried an unyielding sense of oppression.

Yu Luofeng hurriedly closed her folding fan, took two steps back, and her expression was even more unpleasant than if she were crying.

"Vulgar! Not only are you tongue-tied, but you also act like a ghost, utterly disgracing the Canglan Realm." Ao Lin's rough voice boomed in the hall.

He shoved Yu Luofeng aside, his burly body resembling an iron tower.

Ao Lin patted his chest, and the purple-gold dragon scales reflected a dazzling luster under the light of the magic array.

"Listen up, you brat, my story is truly spectacular." Ao Lin raised his chin, his face full of arrogance.

"My Dragon Palace is paved with ten-thousand-year-old sea soul crystals, and even the luminous pearls are bigger than your head!" Ao Lin gestured wildly.

"There, countless clam maidens dance, drinking ancient fire lotus wine every day, and sleeping on beds made of warm jade that are ten thousand years old..."

Sanbao poked half his head out from Jiang Yining's arms and pouted.

"They're all shiny stones, what's so interesting about them?" Sanbao muttered.

She frowned in disgust: "Tacky, so tacky."

The arrogance on Ao Lin's face froze instantly.

He, the mighty Dragon King of the Demon Realm, was actually disliked as "vulgar" by a two-and-a-half-year-old toddler.

Ao Lin stared at those dragon eyes, unable to utter a word for a long time, feeling that the dragon race had lost all face over tens of thousands of years.

Feng Liuyun, who had been standing on the periphery, let out a light, cheerful laugh.

He walked lazily to the soft couch, dressed in a crimson robe.

"Let me, the young master, speak." Feng Liuyun gently twirled his long, slender fingers.

A wisp of crimson-gold Nirvana Flame danced at his fingertips, quickly transforming into a lifelike little fire phoenix.

The little fire phoenix soared and danced in mid-air, scattering warm rays of light.

Sanbao's eyes lit up instantly, his gaze following the little fire phoenix intently.

"Atop the distant Wutong Sacred Tree, there dwells a severely wounded fire phoenix." Feng Liuyun's voice was androgynous, possessing a unique rhythmic quality.

"Everyone thought it would die, but it burned itself in the flames."

"It turned all the pain into firewood, and finally broke through the shackles of death, ushering in a more splendid rebirth from the ashes."

With a slight twitch of her fingertips, Feng Liuyun caused the little fire phoenix to let out a clear cry in mid-air before dissipating into a sky full of shooting stars.

Sanbao was mesmerized, his big eyes filled with awe and longing.

"Can I become as powerful as it is in the fire and smash all those broken jars?" Sanbao clenched his little fists.

"Of course, your Chaotic Demon Body inherently contains an even more domineering power of immortality." A profound meaning flashed in Feng Liuyun's eyes as he responded softly.

Jiang Yining leaned against the pillow, watching the four of them being tormented by a child.

Her previously tense nerves completely relaxed at this moment.

In order to remove the star-patterned toxin, she overdrawn too much of the divine tree's essence and blood.

At this moment, with my defenses down, the overwhelming drowsiness could no longer be suppressed.

Her breathing gradually became even, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her eyelids.

Jiang Yining, holding the three treasures in her arms, quietly fell asleep. Her stunningly beautiful face lost all its sharpness at that moment, leaving only a breathtaking gentleness.