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

"It's a pity we're still missing them..."

Sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, scattering across the white jade bricks of the ruined square, reflecting tiny, fragmented spots of light.

Jiang Yining sat cross-legged in front of the Array Pivot Hall, her left palm emitting purple-gold life force, which flowed continuously into Gu Qinghan and Yu Luofeng's bodies, while her right hand steadily suppressed the disordered spiritual veins of Ao Lin and Feng Liuyun.

She lowered her eyes, but her gaze fell on three exquisitely carved dolls not far away.

Sanbao ran over with his short legs and hugged Jiang Yining's knee.

She looked up at her tear-streaked face and asked in a childish voice, "Mother, are those my fourth brother and fifth sister?"

Da Bao Jiang Lei stepped forward, carrying the Anning Heavy Sword.

He had a cold, expressionless face, a spitting image of Ji Lingxiao.

"Mother, I will find them."

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Anyone who gets in my way, I'll cut them down."

Erbao Chu Anyan raised his sleeve and slowly wiped the blood from his lips.

Those purple eyes were frighteningly deep.

He opened the small ledger he carried with him, his voice young yet sharp as ice: "And that Situ Kong, who pretends to be blind, lies, and loves to calculate, shouldn't be allowed to get away with this either."

Upon hearing the words "pretending to be blind and deceiving people," Jiang Yining raised an eyebrow slightly.

She didn't say a word in defense of Situ Kong, only calmly stating, "Old scores are old scores; we need to get him back first before settling accounts."

Gu Qinghan swallowed the metallic taste rising in his throat, enduring the excruciating pain of his Dao Foundation being torn apart, and fixed his gaze on Jiang Yining: "Ning'er, I'll go with you to find her."

Yu Luofeng leaned against the broken stone pillar; the bone fan was destroyed.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his eye with his fingertip and sneered, "Your sword is broken now, are you going to die with her?"

Ao Lin, not to be outdone, his purple-gold dragon scales still seeping blood, sneered and retorted, "You're not much better. Your ghostly aura dissipates like a leaky, broken lantern. Are you trying to scare mice?"

Feng Liuyun shakily raised one hand, coughed up blood, and his peach blossom eyes still forced a seductive smile: "This young master can still start a fire..."

"Shut up, all of you!"

Sanbao suddenly released Jiang Yining's knees, turned around, and put his hands on his hips.

The red lotus mark between her brows gleamed with an eerie light as she pointed at the four powerful figures renowned throughout the Canglan Realm with a fierce yet adorable expression.

"Mommy just had her big eyes done, she's so tired! If any of you keep making noise, I'll bury you in a pit and use you as a radish!"

The four top-tier experts, who were usually capable of destroying the world, fell silent instantly.

The Abandoned Star Island cultivators who were cleaning up the battlefield all lowered their heads, their shoulders shaking from suppressing their laughter, but none of them dared to make a sound.

Just as Jiang Yining was about to withdraw her hand to continue regulating her breathing, a sudden change occurred in mid-air.

A speck of dark gold dust that fell after the Eye of the Gods shattered suddenly rose against the wind.

Instead of dissipating with the wind, it shot towards the red lotus mark between Sanbao's eyebrows as if it were alive.

Jiang Yining's eyes suddenly turned cold.

With a flick of his finger, the purple-gold vitality transformed into a sharp flying blade, instantly pinning the dark gold dust particle to the white jade floor tile.

The dust hissed shrilly beneath the blade's tip.

Mo Xie rushed over, pushing a wheelchair, with a mechanical arm holding a jade plate with mysterious patterns.

"Mistress, the divine projection has not completely dissipated; these remnants seem to be chasing after the young master's origin."

He looked at the struggling dark golden light on the ground and reported in a deep voice, "The Divine Realm has already remembered the child's aura."

Jiang Yining's palms felt slightly cool, and a fine chill rose up on her back.

Those high-dimensional rats from the Divine Realm still won't settle down even after being driven back.

We just pulled the three children back from the brink of death, and now someone is trying to take advantage of them again.

Do they really think Jiang Yining is an easy target to be sacrificed on the altar?

Her knuckles tightened inch by inch, leaving several red marks on her palms from her fingernails, and the murderous intent in her eyes was undisguised.

Instead of revealing the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree in public, she used the name "Secret Technique of Natal Spiritual Root" and used her fingertips to release purple-gold leaf patterns, firmly sealing the grain of dark gold dust.

The dust struggled violently.

Jiang Yining snorted coldly, and the wood element law transformed into countless sharp needles, slowly extracting the high-dimensional aura from within.

She keenly sensed that this speck of dust was faintly connected to bloodline, destiny plate, and demon soul.

Just then, a subtle spatial fluctuation came from the shadows in the distance.

Gu Qinghan suddenly forced herself to sit up.

Even with only a broken sword remaining in his hand, the pure Yang sword intent still soared like a rainbow.

A sword strike was unleashed.

The hundred-zhang space was cleaved into a bright crack, and the three dark gold afterimages that attempted to sneak in were burned to ashes by the pure yang sword fire before they could even show themselves.

The monks in the square were so shocked that they knelt down.

Even when these big shots are seriously injured, they can still kill people like cutting vegetables.

Yu Luofeng gave a light hum.

Although the bone folding fan was shattered, he pointed it out of thin air and captured the remaining soul fire of one of the afterimages, trapping it in his palm.

Ao Lin opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of purple-gold dragon breath, instantly transforming another ball of fire into a dim pearl of light.

With a flick of her finger, Feng Liuyun sent out a Nirvana Fire Lotus, which firmly sealed the light pearl.

The four moved with fluid grace, their faces pale, yet they still exuded an overwhelming power capable of annihilating opponents.

Erbao stood to the side and calmly commented, "It's alright, it wasn't a waste of Mom's medicine."

Ao Lin was about to strike a nonchalant pose when he heard this, his eyes widening: "What do you mean 'okay'?"

Erbao opened the ledger and immediately wrote: "Your healing just now consumed three drops of Mother's Purple Gold Essence Blood. Converted to top-grade spirit crystals, this is a debt of ten million."

Ao Lin's dragon horns stiffened, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

Sanbao clapped his hands happily: "Second Brother was right! No one who owes Mother money is allowed to die!"

Jiang Yining ignored the commotion caused by the group.

Using the faint trace of dust emanating from the sacred tree, she suddenly detected two extremely weak calls in her consciousness.

A voice, though young, was surprisingly calm, accompanied by the crisp sound of abacus beads falling.

"Mother, I've kept the account books safe."

Another voice, soft and sweet like a fox's cry, trembled uncontrollably.

"Mother, the moon is so cold."

Jiang Yining's heart suddenly tightened.

Four treasures, five treasures.

They are still alive.

Reason instantly prevailed over impulse.

She did not immediately order the departure, but instead forced down the churning blood in her throat.

"Mo Xie, seal off the entire island of remnants, urgently repair the interdimensional immortal ship, and take stock of the battle damage."

His voice was calm and steady, showing no sign of panic.

Haste makes waste, and mistakes are bound to happen.

Forcing their way in will only drag the three children they just rescued back into a deadly predicament.

She has to stay alive so she can bring the remaining two back.

Mo Xie accepted the order and brought the jade plate close to the suppressed speck of dust.

His gaze sharpened: "Mistress, there is a cracked rune hidden in the dust."

A faint light shone from the jade plate, and a strange pattern appeared in mid-air, half of the Heavenly Destiny Plate and half of the Nine-Tailed Fox Tail.

Feng Liuyun's expression changed slightly, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed: "This is not an ordinary divine domain mark. It contains the sacrificial runes of Qingqiu Guyue."

Yu Luofeng stared at the half of the destiny chart and added, "There's also the death aura from the Book of Fate."

Jiang Yining raised her eyes, her gaze icy cold: "Mo Xie, enlarge the Remnant Dust."

The spiritual light on the jade plate suddenly unfolded.

A line of small, blood-red characters slowly appeared in mid-air.

"Choose one: Tianji Remnant Market or Qingqiu Ancient Moon."

Erbao gripped the magic pen tightly, suddenly raised his head, his little face tense.

"Mother, this forces you to save only one."