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

The sky outside the palace was already turning white.

Sanbao fell into a deep sleep in Jiang Yining's arms, but his little hands were still tightly clutching her clothes, and the red lotus mark between his brows shimmered slightly in his sleep.

Jiang Yining leaned against the soft couch, her fingertips gently stroking the top of Sanbao's soft hair.

She moved very gently, afraid of waking the little one in her arms.

"The patterns of the curse mark are spreading."

She didn't look up, her voice flat, "In two more days, it will take root deep in her soul."

Gu Qinghan sat on the edge of the couch, the broken sword lying across his lap.

His face was so pale it was almost transparent, and there were still traces of blood on the corners of his lips, yet he still stubbornly stared at Jiang Yining's profile.

"I'll help you."

He said.

"Your own foundation is mostly shattered, how can you help me?"

Jiang Yining finally raised her eyes and glanced at him indifferently.

Gu Qinghan pursed her lips, offering no rebuttal.

He really couldn't be of much help.

In order to shield her from the oppressive force, his Pure Yang Sword Heart has developed cracks that cannot be repaired in a short time.

"Go and rest."

Jiang Yining lowered her head again and continued to comb Sanbao's hair. "We don't need you here."

"I'm not leaving."

Gu Qinghan.

"I told you, I'm not leaving."

His voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable stubbornness: "I can feel the backlash from the laws of chaos still lingering within you."

Jiang Yining paused slightly.

She did not deny it.

When confronting the illusory figure of the child, she forcibly activated the chaotic laws of the semi-saint realm, which indeed aggravated the hidden injuries within her body.

At this moment, her meridians were still throbbing slightly, and the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree in her dantian was in a dormant state.

"It's none of your business."

She spoke, her tone still indifferent.

"It concerns me."

Gu Qinghan suddenly reached out and grasped her wrist, which was resting on Sanbao's head.

His fingertips were icy cold, carrying the unique, crisp aura of a pure Yang sword cultivator.

That energy spread along her wrist bone, silently seeping into her meridians.

Jiang Yining did not pull her hand away.

She lowered her eyes, looking at Gu Qinghan's slender fingers resting on her wrist, feeling the faint pure yang energy he was transferring to her.

That amount of true energy was pitifully small, not even enough to heal his injuries, yet he stubbornly wanted to share some with her.

"What are you doing?"

Her voice was devoid of emotion.

"It helps stabilize your meridians."

Gu Qinghan's gaze fell on her wrist, and he said softly, "I know this amount of true energy is not much, but it's better than nothing."

Jiang Yining remained silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"Gu Qinghan, are you really not afraid of death?"

"Afraid."

He raised his eyes, his frosty gaze meeting hers directly. "But I'm more afraid something will happen to you."

The air inside the hall suddenly became quiet.

Sanbao rolled over in his sleep, buried his little face in Jiang Yining's arms, and made soft breathing sounds.

Jiang Yining looked at Gu Qinghan's pale profile, at the bloodstains still wet on the corner of his lips, and at the unyielding stubbornness in his eyes.

She suddenly realized that this person was really stupid.

Even though he was already so badly injured, and even though he knew he couldn't help much, he still stubbornly stayed here, using his meager true energy to share even the slightest burden with her.

"come over."

She spoke.

Gu Qinghan was taken aback.

"What?"

"I said, come here."

Jiang Yining loosened the three-piece set of blankets, gently placed the little girl on the couch, and tucked her in.

She turned around, her back to Gu Qinghan.

"When you shielded me from the pressure just now, three of your ribs were cracked in your back, seven cracks appeared in your Pure Yang Sword Heart, and thirty percent of your Dao Foundation was damaged."

Her voice was calm. "You think I don't know?"

Gu Qinghan opened her mouth, wanting to explain.

"Shut up."

Jiang Yining interrupted him, "Sit still, I'll help you heal your wounds."

"Ning'er, no need, I can manage myself..."

I told you to shut up.

Gu Qinghan obediently shut her mouth.

He sat cross-legged as Jiang Yining instructed, and felt a pair of warm hands pressing against his back.

A purple-gold vitality surged from Jiang Yining's palm, slowly flowing along his spine, gently yet forcefully repairing his shattered meridians.

Gu Qinghan's body stiffened slightly.

That vitality was too warm, too gentle, completely different from the cold sword intent he was used to encountering.

It spread along his meridians, and wherever it passed, the shattered bone seams were healed one by one, and the shattered sword heart gradually calmed down.

He couldn't help but whisper, "Ning'er..."

"Don't speak."

Jiang Yining's voice came from behind, "Focus on guiding your own true energy."

Gu Qinghan obediently closed her eyes.

He could feel Jiang Yining's presence right next to him, her warm breath gently brushing against the back of his neck, carrying a faint medicinal fragrance.

The scent of the medicine mingled with his own, giving him a sense of peace he had never experienced before.

"Stand closer."

Jiang Yining suddenly spoke.

Gu Qinghan was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he felt a pair of slender arms wrap around his waist from behind.

Her palm was placed on his lower abdomen, and the purple-gold life force flowed directly into his body from his dantian.

This position brought their backs tightly together, and her body heat seeped through the fabric, making his heart flutter.

"Your sword heart is cracked too deeply; ordinary healing methods will not work."

Jiang Yining's voice was right next to his ear, slightly hoarse, "I need to use the Chaos Law to directly repair your Dao Foundation, and the process may be a little uncomfortable."

"I'm not afraid."

Gu Qinghan's voice was a little tense.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and the skin on the back of his neck turned slightly red from the heat of her breath.

Jiang Yining did not speak again.

She closed her eyes, activated the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree within her body, and transferred an extremely pure wisp of chaotic life force into Gu Qinghan's body.

The life force surged into his dantian through her palm, slowly traveling along his meridians. Wherever it passed, the shattered foundation of his Dao was repaired little by little, and the shattered sword heart gradually healed.

Gu Qinghan groaned, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

That force was too domineering; even the repair process was accompanied by excruciating, tearing pain.

But he gritted his teeth and remained silent, only leaning back slightly to press their backs even closer together.

"If you can't take it anymore, just say so."

Jiang Yining's voice rang in his ear, "Don't be stubborn."

"I can handle it."

His voice was a little hoarse, "Go on."

Jiang Yining didn't speak again, but continued to enter the chaotic life force.

After an unknown amount of time, Gu Qinghan's Dao foundation was finally repaired.

He exhaled a long breath and was about to express his gratitude when he suddenly felt a slight sway behind him.

"Ning'er!"

He turned around abruptly and caught Jiang Yining as she fell backward.

Her face was pale, and her eyes showed undisguised exhaustion.

She had just used up a lot of her chaotic life force to heal him, making her already weak body even more overwhelmed.

"I'm fine."

She leaned against him, her voice soft, "I'm just a little tired."

"Who are you trying to fool?"

Gu Qinghan picked her up and gently placed her on the couch, then covered her with a light blanket. "Your chaotic laws are already unstable, and you still forced yourself to heal me. Are you courting death?"

Jiang Yining did not answer.

She closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

Gu Qinghan sat down on the edge of the couch, his fingers gently brushing away the stray hairs on her forehead.

His movements were very gentle, as if he were touching some fragile treasure.

"Ning'er."

He spoke in a low voice, "I'll help you figure out a way to deal with the cursed seal."

"You can't help."

Jiang Yining kept her eyes closed. "That's a technique from the Divine Realm. Only the Laws of Chaos can neutralize it."

"Then I'll stay with you."

His fingers rested on the red mole between her eyebrows, and he said softly, "No matter what you do, I'll be with you."

Jiang Yining didn't open her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Gu Qinghan.

She suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

"You're really stupid."

Gu Qinghan was stunned for a moment. Before he could refute, he felt a warm hand grasp his wrist.

"However..." her voice was soft, with a hint of amusement, "...it's kind of cute being silly."