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

Morning light streamed through the cracked windows into the hall, casting dappled shadows on the white jade floor tiles.

Jiang Yining sat cross-legged on the soft couch, with Sanbao sitting obediently on her lap, his little face tilted up, letting his mother's fingers gently trace his eyebrows.

"Mommy, it itches." Sanbao wrinkled his nose.

"Don't move." Jiang Yining's voice was very soft. "The curse has seeped into the foundation of your soul. I need to use the laws of chaos to peel it away little by little. The process will be a bit painful."

"I'm not afraid." Sanbao puffed out his little chest and said in a childish voice, "I am the most powerful Chaos Demon Child, and I'm not afraid of any curse seals."

Jiang Yining's lips curved slightly, and the purple-gold light at her fingertips softened even more.

The palace doors were suddenly pushed open.

Ao Lin strode in, followed by Yu Luofeng and Feng Liuyun. Although the three of them were still pale, their steps were incredibly fast, as if they were afraid of being a step too late.

"Ning'er, I heard that the remnants of the Divine Realm left a curse mark on Sanbao?" Ao Lin rushed to the bedside, his purple-gold dragon eyes filled with anxiety. "The Dragon Clan has an ancestral secret method for cleansing curses. As long as I lick Sanbao's forehead with my true dragon tongue, the curse mark will disappear instantly!"

Upon hearing this, Sanbao's little face immediately scrunched up like a bun.

"You're filthy!" She put her hands on her hips and glared fiercely at Ao Lin. "If you dare lick me, I'll punch you in the nose!"

Ao Lin stood frozen in place, looking aggrieved. "Sanbao, Daddy's doing this for your own good..."

"Who wants your help!" Sanbao's face turned red with anger. "Last time you used your dragon tail to wrap around me and almost threw me away, I haven't even settled the score with you yet!"

Feng Liuyun laughed heartily. "Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor, your cleansing spell is far too crude! Sanbao is a delicate young lady; how could you use such a crude method?"

He took out a crimson-gold phoenix feather from his sleeve and handed it to Jiang Yining. "Ning'er, this is a purification feather refined from the Phoenix Clan's Nirvana True Fire. Just stick it to Sanbao's forehead, and it will completely burn away the aura in the curse seal."

Yu Luofeng leaned against the doorframe, her bone fan broken, yet her folding motion remained elegant. "Feng Liuyun, your method is even more unreliable. I don't know if the curse seal will burn off once the Nirvana True Fire goes up, but Sanbao's face will definitely be burned to a crisp."

"You're talking nonsense!" Feng Liuyun exclaimed anxiously, "My control over true fire is extremely precise, how could it possibly harm the Three Treasures!"

"Last time in the weapon-forging chamber, you even burned your own eyebrows," Yu Luofeng said coolly. "With your skill level, you shouldn't be making a fool of yourself in public."

Feng Liuyun's handsome face flushed red with anger, and he was about to retort when footsteps suddenly came from outside the palace gate.

Gu Qinghan walked in.

His face remained pale, the broken sword tucked into his waistband. His frosty eyes swept over the three people in the hall, his tone indifferent: "What's all the noise about? Ning'er is healing Sanbao. You're all coming in to make things worse."

Ao Lin glared at him. "Gu Qinghan, what makes you think we're causing trouble? You came in yourself!"

"I'm here to help, not to cause trouble." Gu Qinghan walked coldly to the bedside and took out a pure white jade bottle from his sleeve. "This is the Soul Purification Dew of the Pill Tower. It can temporarily stabilize the soul foundation of the Three Treasures and buy time for Ning'er's healing."

Feng Liuyun scoffed. "The Soul-Purifying Dew can only stabilize things; it can't remove the curse mark. What's the use?"

"At least it's more useful than your burnt chicken feather." Gu Qinghan didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Who are you calling a bastard!" Feng Liuyun angrily waved his folding fan, and the Nirvana True Fire danced at his fingertips.

That's enough.

Jiang Yining's voice came from the couch, not loud, but it instantly silenced everyone in the hall.

She opened her eyes, her gaze sweeping indifferently over the four large men. "If anyone makes another sound, I'll throw them out."

The four of them fell silent.

Sanbao sat on Jiang Yining's lap, covering his mouth and giggling. "Mommy, they look like four arguing roosters."

"Sanbao!" the four exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with helplessness.

A clear, childlike voice suddenly rang out from outside the hall, coldly echoing through the sound transmission array: "Those who quarrel and destroy the hall will be fined two million spirit crystals each."

It's Erbao's voice.

Immediately afterward, Sanbao, hands on her hips, added in a childish voice, "Those who are punished by standing aren't allowed to eat!"

The expressions on the four people's faces froze instantly.

Ao Lin opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but when he met Jiang Yining's indifferent gaze, he obediently shut his mouth again.

Yu Luofeng put away her bone fan, took a step back, and acted as if it were none of her business.

Feng Liuyun also put away her folding fan, her peach blossom eyes filled with grievance.

Gu Qinghan stood there expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Yining withdrew her gaze and focused her attention back on the mantra mark between Sanbao's eyebrows.

A purple-gold light flowed from her fingertips, and the laws of chaos transformed into countless fine threads, gradually wrapping around the dark golden curse mark.

The cursed seal struggled violently, trying to resist her stripping away.

Jiang Yining's eyes turned cold, and the chaotic laws in her palm suddenly intensified. The purple-gold threads tightened abruptly, binding the curse seal tightly and gradually pulling it away from the soul foundation of the three treasures.

Sanbao's little face scrunched up, but he bit his lip and didn't make a sound.

"If it hurts, just say so," Jiang Yining said softly.

"It doesn't hurt." Sanbao shook his head. "I am the most powerful Chaos Demon Child. What is this little bit of pain?"

Jiang Yining looked at the little one in her arms, who was pretending to be strong, and her heart melted.

She accelerated the peeling process, and the laws of chaos rampaged through Sanbao's soul, gradually crushing and dissolving the dark golden curse mark.

After an unknown amount of time, the red lotus mark between Sanbao's eyebrows suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

The dark gold curse mark that had troubled them for so long was finally completely stripped away, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

Sanbao let out a long sigh of relief, his little face nestled in Jiang Yining's arms. "Mommy, I'm sleepy."

"Go to sleep." Jiang Yining gently patted her back, her voice incredibly tender. "Mother is watching over you."

Sanbao quickly fell into a deep sleep, his little hands still tightly clutching Jiang Yining's clothes.

Jiang Yining placed her on the couch, tucked her in, and then slowly stood up.

She turned to look at the four men inside the hall.

The four of them took a step back in unison, their faces filled with guilt.

"You four," Jiang Yining said calmly, "who destroyed the palace gate just now?"

The four looked at each other, none of them willing to speak first.

"None of you will talk, huh?" Jiang Yining chuckled. "Then we'll all be punished together. From today onwards, the four of you will be responsible for repairing all the damaged buildings on Abandoned Star Island. You are not allowed to use the power of laws; you can only move bricks by hand."

"Moving bricks?" Ao Lin's eyes widened. "Ning'er, I am the mighty Dragon Emperor of the Demon Realm! You want me to move bricks?"

"What, you don't want to?" Jiang Yining raised an eyebrow.

"No, no, no, I'm willing, I'm willing." Ao Lin quickly changed his mind, "As long as Ning'er says so, I'm willing."

Yu Luofeng sneered from the side. "His Majesty the Dragon Emperor is truly humble."

"You have a problem with that?" Ao Lin glared at him.

"No." Yu Luofeng stopped smiling and lowered her head obediently.

Feng Liuyun raised his hand and said timidly, "Ning'er, may I request permission to use Nirvana True Fire to bake the bricks? That would be more efficient..."

"No way." Jiang Yining refused without hesitation. "Just move it by hand."

Feng Liuyun lowered her hand, looking aggrieved.

Gu Qinghan remained silent, simply standing still, his gaze fixed on Jiang Yining's pale profile.

He suddenly spoke up: "Ning'er, you've exhausted yourself, you should rest first."

Jiang Yining glanced at him but did not refute him.

She was indeed exhausted. Removing the curse seal from the Three Treasures had nearly depleted her vital energy, and now she was even struggling to stand.

"Everyone out." She leaned back on the soft couch, her voice filled with undisguised exhaustion. "I need to rest."

The four exchanged a glance and were about to turn and leave when they heard Jiang Yining's voice ring out again.

"Gu Qinghan, stay."

The other three paused, their expressions instantly becoming quite interesting.

Ao Lin glared at Gu Qinghan, but dared not say anything more. He could only turn around and leave, seething with anger.

As Yu Luofeng passed by Gu Qinghan, she coldly remarked, "A despicable person who takes advantage of others' misfortunes."

Feng Liuyun snorted heavily and turned away.

Gu Qinghan stood there, watching the three figures leave, a slight smile curving her lips.

He walked to the bedside and tucked the blanket around Jiang Yining. "Sleep, I'll stay with you."

"What are you guarding? You're more injured than me." Jiang Yining said softly with her eyes closed.

"I'm fine." Gu Qinghan sat down by the bed, his frosty eyes falling on her pale face. "You sleep, I'll watch over you."

Jiang Yining didn't speak again, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

Gu Qinghan sat quietly by the couch, his gaze fixed on her face.

Outside the hall, the sound of three people arguing could be heard, seemingly arguing fiercely about who should be ranked first.

Erbao's cold voice came through the sound transmission array: "The rules for queuing were set by Mother. Anyone who dares to cut in line will have a year's bonus deducted."

Sanbao added in his childish voice, "Yes, yes, yes, whoever cuts in line is a little dog!"

Gu Qinghan's smile deepened.

He reached out and gently brushed away the stray hairs on Jiang Yining's forehead, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

"Ning'er, when you wake up, I'll go with you to find the other two children."