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

The breathing in the control room became soft and drawn out.

The four men, who had been competing with each other, stopped all their movements the moment they sensed the change in Jiang Yining's aura.

The air inside the hall fell into an eerie stillness.

Gu Qinghan was the first to come to his senses. He took a very light step back and coldly swept his gaze across the faces of the other three.

"Ning'er needs to rest quietly. All irrelevant people may leave." Gu Qinghan lowered his voice, his tone revealing the natural attitude of the master.

He gave it a gentle push with his thumb.

"Zheng—"

The Haotian Pure Yang Sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, and the golden sword intent was like an invisible net, directly blocking the carved window frame on the side of the soft couch.

"My pure Yang sword energy is the best at protecting its master; no villain can even think of getting close to me." Gu Qinghan stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

Yu Luofeng immediately let out a very soft, cold laugh.

He casually tossed aside the tattered folding fan, then pulled out a gilded bone fan from his sleeve and leisurely placed it in front of the palace gate.

"Sword Master, your words are far too arrogant. Your sword energy is too fierce. If it disturbs the mistress's rest, can you bear the consequences?" Yu Luofeng's narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

An extremely pure and yin ghostly energy spread from the soles of his feet, transforming into a dark film that covered the entire door frame.

"Only the most yin and ghostly energy can isolate external evils silently. This task of keeping watch is perfect for me." Yu Luofeng fanned himself slowly.

Ao Lin watched from the sidelines, his anger burning.

He couldn't stand the way these two people acted so arrogantly.

"Get out of my way, all of you!" Ao Lin's rough voice, though deliberately lowered, still exuded an overwhelming domineering aura.

The veins on his right arm bulged, and purple-gold dragon scales instantly covered his entire arm.

Ao Lin strode forward, his five fingers forming claws, and directly gripped the palace door made of ancient spirit wood.

With a tooth-grinding creak, Ao Lin, relying on his savage dragon body, managed to pry the entire door panel off.

He conjured a thick dragon tail, rolled up the door panel, and placed it horizontally in the middle of the passageway.

"With the body of a true dragon here, this road is sealed off, and no one can enter or leave!" Ao Lin crossed his arms, blocking the way like a demon god.

Feng Liuyun stood not far from the soft couch, watching the three men's rude behavior, and shook his head helplessly.

His red robes were like a raging fire. With a flick of his fingertips, four crimson-gold Nirvana Flames flew out leisurely.

The flames landed precisely on the array nodes surrounding the main control room.

"Brute force is ultimately a inferior method," Feng Liuyun said lazily.

"The Phoenix Clan's True Fire burns away all spatial fluctuations; not even a fly can penetrate this defense."

Four distinct yet equally powerful laws, each at the pinnacle of the Canglan Realm, engaged in a silent collision within the cramped control room.

Pure Yang sword intent and extremely Yin ghost energy intertwined in mid-air, creating tiny sparks.

The dragon's might and the Nirvana Fire rubbed against each other at the edge of the formation, emitting a very low-frequency energy hum.

Just as the four sides were deadlocked and no one was willing to back down, a soft murmur suddenly came from the soft couch.

"It's so cold..."

Sanbao curled up in his sleep, his little brows furrowed tightly.

This faint sound was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The four peerless masters, who were initially wary of each other, instantly dropped all pretense.

"Whoosh!"

Gu Qinghan, sword and all, transformed into a blur and rushed to the bedside. Without hesitation, she took off her outer robe and prepared to wrap Sanbao in it.

"Your clothes are so stiff, don't let them hurt the child!" Yu Luofeng transformed into black mist and followed closely behind, already holding a soft, exquisite silk blanket.

Ao Lin simply threw the door panel aside and squeezed his massive body through.

"Make way! Make way! My dragon aura is the warmest!" Ao Lin stretched out his large palm and tried to cover Sanbao's forehead.

Not to be outdone, Feng Liuyun held a cluster of the gentlest flame between her fingertips, trying to bring it closer to ward off the cold.

Four grown men squeezed together in front of the not-so-spacious soft couch, pushing and shoving each other, pulling at the corners of the blankets, and the scene instantly turned into chaos.

"You've stepped on my foot!"

"Gu Qinghan, put your sword away! If you tear the blanket, I'll never forgive you!"

The suppressed arguing finally shattered Jiang Yining's peaceful dream.

Jiang Yining's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

A trace of annoyance at being disturbed lingered in his purplish-gold eyes.

She rubbed her aching temples and swept her cold gaze across the four top-tier experts in front of the bed, who resembled street thugs.

"What are you all doing here?"

The four people froze at the same time.

Gu Qinghan was still clutching the corner of her outer robe. Yu Luofeng's silk blanket only covered half of her body. Ao Lin's hand was suspended in mid-air, and Feng Liuyun's flames almost scorched Gu Qinghan's hair.

"Get out, all of you." Jiang Yining coldly uttered four words, leaving no room for negotiation.

The temperature inside the control room plummeted to freezing point instantly.

The four men looked at each other, none of them daring to offend Jiang Yining, who had a severe temper when she woke up.

They abandoned their respective rules, suppressed their arrogance, and slunk out of the control room.

The door panel had already been removed by Ao Lin, so the four of them could only stand on the veranda outside the door.

Despite being kicked out, the four remained defiant, standing in a row on either side of the veranda like four gatekeepers, continuing their standoff.

Just then, a faint sound of gears turning came from the end of the corridor.

Mo Xie pushed the wheelchair covered with agile array patterns, gliding over at a leisurely pace.

His mechanical eye sockets glowed red, and he held a strangely shaped "Thousand Machines Image Recall Disc" in his hands.

In the center of the array, a clear light screen was rapidly recording the scene of the four people standing awkwardly as if they were being punished.

Gu Qinghan's gaze sharpened, and his Pure Yang Sword Intent instantly locked onto Mo Xie.

"What are you doing?" Gu Qinghan's voice was icy cold.

Yu Luofeng's ghostly aura also quietly spread over, his tone chilling: "If you don't want this lump of iron to become scrap metal, then destroy that thing."

Ao Lin and Feng Liuyun also released their pressure, and the four terrifying auras pressed down on Mo Xie at the same time.

Mo Xie turned the mechanical cervical spine expressionlessly, making a soft "click" sound.

Faced with the threat of four top experts, his face, made of super alloy, showed no emotion whatsoever.

"The image data of the Thousand Machines Disc has been synchronously transmitted to the top-secret core of the Abandoned Star Island array center," Mo Xie reported in a flat, mechanical voice.

"The mistress may check on everyone's conduct tonight at any time."

The expressions on the four people's faces instantly became extremely interesting.

They couldn't kill him, and they couldn't steal him.

Gu Qinghan's knuckles turned white as he gripped the sword hilt, and Yu Luofeng's eyes twitched violently a few times.

The four men, who were renowned throughout the three realms, could only grit their teeth and swallow their anger under the watchful gaze of Mo Xie's red-glowing mechanical eyes.