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

Blood-red characters floated above the jade plate, the coordinates of Tianji Canshi and Qingqiu Guyue flickering, revealing a mocking malice.

Sanbao was so anxious that he jumped up and down, grabbing Jiang Yining's sleeve tightly.

"Mother, we'll save them both, we won't choose!"

Da Bao took a step forward, the Tranquility Sword in his small hand flashing with lightning, his voice as cold as frost.

"Whoever forces Mother to choose, I'll go and cut their head off first."

Mo Xie frowned, her mechanical eyes rapidly scanning the data on the jade disc.

"Mistress, this mark contains a double restriction. If one location is forcibly tracked, the other coordinate will be erased and sink into nothingness."

Feng Liuyun stared at the four characters "Qingqiu Guyue," and his usually carefree face unusually lost its smile.

"The Ancient Moon Altar is the oldest forbidden area of ​​the demon race. If the blood of a nine-tailed fox falls in, its soul will be gradually stripped away by the formation and turned into nourishment for the altar."

Erbao's purple eyes darkened, and her little hands clenched so tightly they cracked: "Then Fifth Sister must be there."

Yu Luofeng turned her head to look at "Tianji Canshi", her well-defined fingers rhythmically tapping her knees.

"Those old fogies in the Book of Fate have probably tied Situ Kong and Si Bao together. That guy who pretends to be blind may be glib and greedy, but once the child with the Heavenly Mystery Dao Body is refined into the Key of Fate, the entire Heavenly Mystery of the Canglan Realm will be in the hands of the Divine Realm."

Jiang Yining glanced at Yu Luofeng indifferently.

"It's rare to see you speak up for Situ Kong."

Yu Luofeng sneered, his eyes filled with malice.

"I'm just afraid that if he dies too easily, there will be no one for you to bring up old grievances in the future. If he's going to die, he should die by my hand."

The flames of battle were about to ignite again.

Erbao suddenly slammed the small account book onto the white jade table.

The childish voice, though innocent and childlike, carried an undeniable coldness.

"Calculate battle losses before setting off."

Ao Lin was preoccupied with how to storm the Divine Realm when he heard this, and his thick eyebrows furrowed.

"With a formidable enemy at hand, what's the point of keeping score?"

Erbao raised his eyelids, his purple eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Because it's very expensive for your mother to raise you."

Sanbao immediately nodded emphatically beside him, pointing his little finger at the four big men.

"Yes! Mother always said that you only learn a lesson when you lose money!"

Erbao didn't give them a chance to argue, and waved his little hand.

The spirit ink automatically appeared in mid-air, with rows of clear accounts neatly arranged.

"Gu Qinghan broke the Haotian Chunyang Sword and owes 50 million for repair and reforging materials."

"Yu Luofeng broke the Ghost King's folding fan and owes 30 million in refining fees."

"Ao Lin dropped dragon scales all over the ground, soiling the jade bricks of Xuan Yin Square. He owes 20 million for cleaning and brick repair fees."

"Feng Liuyun just released true fire, which burned down three side halls, and the reconstruction costs are 40 million."

The four powerful figures who had just been arguing over a woman fell silent at the same time.

Jiang Yining leaned back in the white jade chair, her fingertips tapping the armrest casually, a smile finally appearing on her lips.

Ao Lin was so angry that he slammed his dragon tail into the floor tile, creating a crack.

"I, the Emperor, bled while protecting the island and almost lost my life, and now I have to pay compensation?"

Erbao turned a page expressionlessly.

"The blood you just shed has been collected by Mo Xie for medicinal use. At market price, it can offset 30% of your debt."

Feng Liuyun weakly raised her hand, trying to get leniency.

"My Nirvana Fire also contributed, shouldn't I be paid for that?"

Sanbao tilted his head and mercilessly delivered the finishing blow.

"Uncle Scraggly Bird, you've burned the most doors! You still haven't paid for the last one!"

Gu Qinghan did not argue.

He gave Jiang Yining a deep look and said in a low voice, "Put it on my tab. I'll give you all the spirit stones I earn in the future."

Jiang Yining looked at his pale face and the still-damp bloodstains on his chest, and her heart skipped a beat.

This person really risked his life just now to protect her.

She lowered her eyes, suppressing her emotions without making a sound, and her words remained cold.

"Live first. If you die, this debt will become a dead debt, and you'll have to pay it back slowly."

These words made Gu Qinghan's frosty eyes light up instantly.

He leaned forward, trying to smooth the stray hairs that had been blown about by the wind at Jiang Yining's temples.

Her hand was halfway out when Yu Luofeng stopped it without any politeness.

Yu Luofeng laughed in a sinister tone and moved closer to Jiang Yining.

"The healing isn't over yet. Ning'er's hands are cold, so I'll warm them for her."

"You're injured like this, and you're still arguing?"

Jiang Yining slapped their chests with her backhand, forcibly pressing them back into their seats.

Just then, several screams suddenly came from the edge of the outer island.

A few survivors of the Star Abyss Ancient Clan were attempting to steal a scattered fragment of divine dust amidst the chaos.

Ao Lin didn't even turn his head.

He casually reached out and grabbed at the void, and a thousand-foot-long purple-gold dragon claw descended from the sky, striking down from a distance.

"boom--"

Several Nascent Soul stage soldiers, along with their high-level protective array ships, were instantly reduced to fine powder.

The unaffiliated cultivators and guards in the square all shivered in unison.

These four men were less than ants in front of the island owner, and could be punished at any time, but to outsiders, they were still powerful and unapproachable figures.

Sanbao's eyes lit up as he watched, clapping his little hands and cheering.

"Uncle Long swatting flies is actually quite a sight!"

Ao Lin's gloom vanished, and he was just about to straighten his back and show off the majesty of the dragon race.

Erbao added insult to injury with a chilling undertone.

"But with that one strike, you shattered the array patterns on the outer island as well. That adds another 500,000 to the cost of repairing the plaza."

Ao Lin felt a tightness in his chest and almost vomited blood again.

Jiang Yining finally couldn't help but chuckle and reached out to ruffle Erbao's soft hair.

"Okay, remember it clearly, not a single spirit stone can be missing."

Da Bao walked up to Gu Qinghan and handed him the half of the dim Haotian Chunyang Sword.

"Uncle Jian, your sword is broken, but the sword intent of that last strike is not broken."

Gu Qinghan paused for a moment, then reached out and took the broken sword, a gentle look appearing in his eyes.

Thank you.

Da Bao maintained his stern face and coldly added, "No need to thank me. Mother will need you to take the fall in the future, so don't become useless too soon."

At this moment, Mo Xie sealed all the remnants of the divine realm into the Sevenfold Spirit Box.

"Mistress, the spiritual energy at both coordinates is waning. According to calculations, they will disappear in three days."

Jiang Yining only had three days left.

She must break the double restriction within three days, otherwise she will be forced to divide her forces and face the danger of being defeated one by one by the divine realm.

Feng Liuyun said solemnly, "There should be records about the Qingqiu Ancient Moon Twin Formation in the ancient books of the Phoenix Clan. I will have someone check it immediately."

Jiang Yining stood up, her purple and gold dress tracing a sharp arc in the wind.

"Check the remnants of dust, cultivate the immortal boat."

Her gaze swept over the line of blood-red characters, her voice steady.

"I won't choose. I want all my children, not one less.

Late at night, the renovation work on Abandoned Star Island was in full swing.

Sanbao was fast asleep in Jiang Yining's arms, his little hands still tightly clutching her clothes.

Jiang Yining leaned against the couch, closing her eyes to refine the chaotic energy within her body.

Suddenly, she felt a cold, sticky gaze coming from the direction of the jade table in the corner of the room.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

On the seven-layered spirit box that was placed there, a tiny crack silently appeared in the seal.

Gu Qinghan had already appeared in front of the bed at some point, his broken sword held horizontally in front of Jiang Yining, its sword energy poised to be unleashed.

"Ning'er, don't come any closer."

A wisp of dark golden mist slowly seeped from the crack in the spirit box.

A hollow, cold, and emotionless child's voice echoed softly in the quiet bedroom.

"The mother tree has been reversed; hand over the Chaos Demon Child."