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

As night fell, the sea breeze on Abandoned Star Island carried a sense of desolation and chill, as if a journey was about to take place.

In the open-air plaza outside the Divine Weapon Pavilion, several huge bonfires were burning brightly, their orange-red flames illuminating the night sky.

This small farewell banquet was a send-off for the two rescue teams that were about to split into two groups.

The table was filled with rare and exotic fruits and ancient spirit wine, exuding an alluring spiritual aura.

Jiang Yining sat upright in the main seat, her purple and gold robe fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

Her stunningly beautiful face, illuminated by the firelight, exuded a captivating majesty.

Sanbao lay on Jiang Yining's lap, his two short little legs swinging happily.

Moye's tall, metallic body came to a stop in front of the table, accompanied by the subtle sound of gears meshing.

The red light in his mechanical eye sockets flickered slightly.

With a flick of his slender metal fingers, a mechanical sphere, only the size of a fist and entirely silver-gray, was presented to Sanbao.

"My lord, this is a guardian I specially made for you using Protoss superalloy."

Moye's mechanical voice was flat and monotone, yet it conveyed absolute precision.

A wisp of star energy overflowed from his fingertip and gently touched the surface of the mechanical sphere.

The mechanical ball instantly emitted several crisp "click" sounds.

The round sphere suddenly unfolded, transforming into a delicate puppet about half a person's height, holding a miniature star energy shield.

The puppet's body glowed with a dark blue array pattern, automatically locking onto the aura of the three treasures.

"When faced with a fatal attack, it will instantly deploy an absolute defensive barrier, sufficient to withstand a strike from a late-stage Profound Light Realm expert."

After Mo Xie finished explaining, she respectfully stepped back.

Sanbao's eyes widened in surprise, one black and one red, and she curiously poked the puppet's metal shield with her little hand.

Wow! What an impressive little Iron Man!

She happily hugged the puppet to her chest.

Then, her eyes darted around, and she picked up an exquisite white jade wine cup from the table with her small hand.

The glass was filled with the amber-colored liquor brewed from the ancient fire lotus.

Sanbao swayed as he stood up, raised his small wine glass high, and faced the four handsome men sitting below him.

"I want to drink too! I want to toast my four fathers!"

She declared in her childish voice, and with great bravado, she was about to put the wine glass to her mouth.

The four men were startled at the same time, their gazes falling on the word "father" in unison, and the atmosphere instantly became subtle.

Jiang Yining reacted quickly, her two slender fingers accurately pinching the rim of the cup.

With a slight effort, she snatched the glass of strong liquor from Sanbao's hand.

"Why would a child drink alcohol?"

Jiang Yining's voice was soft and gentle, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

She took another cup, filled it with spirit fruit wine, and stuffed it back into Sanbao's chubby little hands.

"Take this as a tribute."

Sanbao pouted, but was quite obedient. Holding the fruit wine, he ran to Gu Qinghan.

Gu Qinghan was dressed in snow-white robes, his aloof and handsome face resembling an eternally snow-capped mountain.

He put down his teacup and looked at the little dumpling that was barely up to his knees.

His eyes, which were usually cold and stern, softened with a rare hint of gentleness.

He reached out his large, well-defined hand and gently ruffled Sanbao's hair.

"The journey to the demon realm is fraught with peril."

Gu Qinghan's voice was deep and resonant, like shattered jade, "Don't be naughty, stay close to your mother."

He paused, then said solemnly, "I'm here to handle everything; you can't act willfully."

Sanbao nodded obediently and drank the fruit wine in his cup in one gulp.

Yu Luofeng sat opposite Gu Qinghan, gently swaying a gold-painted bone fan in her hand.

His pale, alluring face appeared somewhat sickly and decadent in the firelight.

Seeing Sanbao run up to her, Yu Luofeng's narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

A chilling aura condensed at his slender fingertips.

"Come here, little one."

Yu Luofeng grasped Sanbao's delicate wrist, her fingertips feeling slightly cool to the touch.

Using ghostly energy as ink, he swiftly drew a complex peace talisman on the inside of Sanbao's wrist.

The rune flashed with a dark, eerie light before disappearing beneath the skin.

"Take this talisman with you."

Yu Luofeng's lips curled into a wicked smile. "No matter where you are, I will sense your location."

"Whoever dares to hurt you, I will crawl out of the Dead Sea of ​​Reincarnation and tear them apart."

Sanbao looked at his wrist, then patted Yu Luofeng's hand with satisfaction as a reward.

Ao Lin, who was standing next to him, had already drunk so much that his face was slightly flushed.

His wild, dark gold hair cascaded over his broad shoulders, and his purple-gold dragon eyes shone even brighter with the effects of the alcohol.

The arrogant dragon emperor of the demon realm slammed his hand on the table, making the wine cups vibrate loudly.

"You little brat, were you just calling him 'Daddy'?"

Ao Lin bent down his tall body and approached Sanbao, his face full of anticipation.

"I am the ruler of the demon realm, a true dragon in form!"

"If you call me 'Overbearing Daddy,' I'll let you roam freely in the demon realm from now on!"

Sanbao took two steps back in disgust and covered his nose with his little hands.

"The smell of alcohol is overwhelming!"

She looked Ao Lin up and down, then pursed her lips.

"No, the name 'Overbearing Daddy' sounds awful, it's so tacky."

Ao Lin's maniacal laughter froze instantly.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, pointing to his own nose.

"Unpleasant to hear? You dare say my majestic and powerful title is unpleasant?"

He was so angry that he jumped up and down on the spot, attracting the attention of the guards around him, but they dared not laugh out loud.

Jiang Yining rested her chin on her hand, watching this scene, a very faint smile curving her lips.

Feng Liuyun, who had been sitting silently in the corner, stood up.

He wore a crimson robe, which made him look like a burning flame in the night.

Her stunningly beautiful face carried a hint of nonchalant languor.

"The name of a vulgar person is naturally not worthy of Sanbao's attention."

Feng Liuyun chuckled and snapped his fingers in mid-air.

A wisp of crimson-gold Nirvana True Fire shot out from his fingertips.

Flames shot straight into the sky and exploded with a deafening roar in the deep night sky.

The flames in the sky transformed into countless lifelike fire phoenixes.

They soared and danced under the starlight, trailing their long tails, adorning the entire night sky like a dream.

Feng Liuyun turned her head, her captivating peach blossom eyes landing directly on Jiang Yining through the firelight.

The ambiguity and tension in his eyes were completely undisguised.

Sanbao tilted his little head back, watching the dazzling fireworks fill the sky, and clapped his hands happily.

"So handsome! This daddy is so handsome!"

Feng Liuyun glanced at Ao Lin provocatively before slowly walking back to her seat.

As the night breeze grew cooler, the banquet drew to a close amidst undercurrents of jealousy and rivalry.