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

"Ning'er, I have something to tell you."

Gu Qinghan's voice came from outside the cabin door.

She pressed her fingertips against her cuffs and winked at Sanbao. Sanbao obediently shrank into the blankets, revealing only his two bright, heterochromatic eyes.

"Enter."

Gu Qinghan pushed open the door and entered, his gaze lingering on her waist for a moment before quickly shifting away.

"Speak."

Jiang Yining leaned back on the soft couch, her tone indifferent.

Gu Qinghan pursed her lips and sat down on the edge of the couch.

He remained silent for a few moments before speaking in a low voice.

"Yu Luofeng's ghostly aura pattern needs to be neutralized with pure Yang True Essence."

"I know."

"I can help you."

She shifted her gaze to the side, looking at him indifferently.

"How can I help?"

A thin blush rose to Gu Qinghan's ears.

He looked away and lowered his voice even further.

"By closely channeling pure Yang energy into the body, Yang can overcome Yin, thus naturally resolving the conflict."

"Then let's cross."

Gu Qinghan was stunned.

He looked up and met her ambiguous smile, and his throat tightened.

"You agreed?"

"I let you transfer your true energy, but I didn't let you get that close."

Gu Qinghan then realized that she had sat on the edge of the couch, her knees almost touching the hem of her skirt.

He coughed lightly and took half an inch back.

"Sorry."

"OK."

Jiang Yining stretched out her hand, palm facing up.

Gu Qinghan placed her palm on it.

The pure Yang energy flowed into her meridians through her palms, and the warm power touched the ghostly energy patterns on her waist, causing a slight tingling sensation.

Sanbao poked his head out from under the covers, his heterochromatic eyes sparkling as he stared at the two clasped hands.

"Uncle Qinghan, what are you playing with Mommy?"

"Healing."

"That's a lie."

Sanbao pouted, "She was clearly secretly holding her mother's hand."

Gu Qinghan clenched his back teeth, and even his neck turned red from the heat.

Jiang Yining chuckled and pulled her hand back.

"Alright, half of the ghostly energy has dissipated. I'll handle the other half myself."

"But if that dark pattern isn't completely removed..."

Gu Qinghan.

Jiang Yining interrupted him, her voice icy.

"If you keep nagging, I'll deduct your points."

Gu Qinghan wisely kept quiet.

He stood up and walked towards the door, but looked back once he reached the threshold.

"Ning'er, that hidden pattern..."

"I will handle it."

"Yes."

The hatch closed.

Sanbao crawled out of bed and clung to Jiang Yining's arm, acting coquettishly.

"Mother, why did Uncle Qinghan remove the thing that creepy uncle drew on your waist?"

"Because he's a jealous person."

"A vinegar jar?"

"It's a matter between adults."

Jiang Yining rubbed her head and said, "All you need to know is that whoever disturbs you will have points deducted from their account."

"What are points?"

"The money used to fine them for washing the deck."

Sanbao's eyes lit up immediately.

"Then I want lots and lots of points!"

"Can."

Jiang Yining tucked her back into bed, saying, "Sleep first, we'll talk when you wake up."

Sanbao pouted and closed his eyes.

The cabin fell silent again. Jiang Yining looked down at the very faint mole on her waist. Although the pure yang energy had dispelled most of the ghostly energy, the yin coldness at its core remained stubborn.

Yu Luofeng's mark does possess some skill.

She closed her eyes and ran her fingertips over the mole.

There was still more than half a day's journey to the Heavenly Mystery Remnant Market. Before that, she had to establish the rules for this spirit ship.

The nebulae outside the porthole have changed countless times, and the lamps on the bulkhead have had their wicks replaced three times.

When Sanbao woke up, there was a line of words carved with spiritual ink on the white jade wall of the public cabin.

"Three rules."

"First, no fighting."

Second, you are not allowed to be jealous.

Third, one is not allowed to enter the bedroom under any pretext.

"Violators will have 100 points deducted, and those who violate this rule will be punished by having to wash the deck."

Gu Qinghan stood in front of the cabin wall, his gaze lingering on the three rules for a moment.

"Ning'er, these rules..."

"Any objections?"

"no."

Gu Qinghan withdrew his gaze, turned and walked to the other end of the corridor. As he reached the corner, he bumped into Feng Liuyun who was coming from the opposite direction.

The two stood facing each other, about ten feet apart.

With a flick of her phoenix-shaped fan, she subtly raised the corner of her eye.

"Good morning, Sword Master."

"It's getting late."

"I spent so much time in the mother cabin last night, but I got up early this morning."

Gu Qinghan's expression remained unchanged as he twirled the broken sword hilt halfway in his palm.

"If Young Master Feng is so bored, he can go and count how many cracks are on the bulkhead."

"This young master is busy."

Feng Liuyun closed his folding fan and gestured towards the cabin with his lip. "I need to report to Ning'er on matters related to weapon forging at any time. This young master needs to go to the sleeping quarters..."

Before he could finish speaking, a beam of black and red light shot out from the cabin door.

Feng Liuyun's eyes narrowed suddenly, and she instinctively leaned back.

The beam of light grazed past his nose and blasted a charred hole in the bulkhead behind him.

"Anyone who dares to trespass into Mother's bedchamber, I'll twist their head off and use it as a football!"

Sanbao stood at the cabin door, hands on his hips, his heterochromatic eyes filled with a fierce yet adorable rage.

Feng Liuyun covered her nose, which was red from the heat, looking aggrieved.

"Sanbao, your uncle just..."

"The third point!"

Sanbao pointed to the words on the wall with his little hand, his baby voice loud and clear.

"Violators will have 100 points deducted!"

Da Bao walked out carrying the Anning Sword, half a head taller than San Bao, with a cold little face.

"One hundred points is already being very polite."

Feng Liuyun: (´°̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥`)

Da Bao ignored him and turned to look at the other end of the corridor.

"Uncle Jian, Mother wants you to send some soup over."

Gu Qinghan paused slightly in the hand holding the white jade soup bowl.

"Let me deliver it?"

"Um."

Da Bao, holding the sword, leaned against the side of the cabin door. "Come out after you've delivered it. Don't linger."

"I know."

Gu Qinghan carried the soup bowl into the cabin, and the cabin door behind her closed. Da Bao sat guarding the doorway, holding his sword.

Feng Liuyun leaned closer and lowered her voice.

"Lei'er, Uncle brought you some delicious food, could you make an exception?"

Da Bao didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Stay three zhang away from me."

"Isn't three zhang too far?"

"Then five zhang (approximately 10 meters)."

Feng Liuyun awkwardly took three steps back and found a chair at the corner of the corridor to sit down.

Gu Qinghan carried an empty bowl out of the cabin and walked straight to the other end of the corridor without stopping.

Feng Liuyun watched his retreating figure, her eyelids slightly lowered.

"Sword Master, the soup was delivered quite quickly."

"The bowl has cooled down."

"Then why didn't you stay a little longer?"

Rule number three.

Feng Liuyun: (ꐦ°᷄д°᷅)

"What a well-behaved and disciplined swordsman."

"Same to you."

Gu Qinghan found a chair at the other end of the corridor and sat down. The two of them looked at each other from a distance of ten feet, their eyes meeting, neither willing to give way.

The spirit lamps on both sides of the corridor flickered under the collision of their auras. Mo Xie pushed her wheelchair past the end of the corridor, and the Thousand Machines Recording Disc held on the mechanical arm quietly recorded this scene.

"My lords, the atmosphere is quite pleasant."

The cabin door was suddenly pushed open.

Sanbao ran out with his short legs, tugging at Jiang Yining's skirt with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other, acting cute in a childish voice.

"Mother, I can't sleep."

"Why can't you sleep?"

"Because those uncles are so noisy."

Sanbao pouted, his heterochromatic eyes filled with grievance.

"From now on, we can just keep all these uncles in cages."

Jiang Yining chuckled softly and bent down to pick her up.

"If she's locked in a cage, who will do the chores for her?"

"Then lock one up and release one."

"Then who should be imprisoned?"

Sanbao tilted his head and thought for a moment before answering in a childish voice.

"Turn off the noisiest one."

Which one is the noisiest?

"That's the one that breathes fire the most."

Feng Liuyun opened her mouth, but then swallowed it back down.

"Sanbao, where is Uncle breathing fire?"

Sanbao pouted and pointed with his little finger to the charred, round hole on the cabin wall that had been burned by the Phoenix Flowing Cloud Nirvana True Fire.

"You burned it."

"Rule number two! No jealousy! You clearly burned the wall because you were jealous of Uncle Qinghan!"

"Uncle didn't..."

"have!"

Sanbao stood with his hands on his hips, his heterochromatic eyes full of accusation.

"I saw it!"

Jiang Yining couldn't hold back any longer and laughed as she carried the three treasures back to the cabin.

"Okay, stop arguing."

"Mommy, you're going to deduct points from his score!"

"buckle."

Sanbao then huddled contentedly under the covers, clinging to Jiang Yining's arm and refusing to let go.

Jiang Yining leaned against the couch, her gaze fixed on the rapidly receding nebulae outside the porthole.

Mo Xie's voice suddenly rang out from the sound transmission array.

The light on the compass dimmed a little more.

She looked down at the jade plate beside her pillow.

The positioning light spot of Jiang Jingzhi, the Four Treasures, was a few shades dimmer than before, and irregular flickering appeared at the edges of the light spot.

"How much longer?"

"At the current speed, we can reach the outskirts of the Heavenly Mystery Remnant Market in two hours."

"Faster."

"That's already the fastest."

Jiang Yining remained silent for a moment, then looked down at the three babies who were already fast asleep in her arms.

Outside the cabin, the spirit lamps at both ends of the corridor still flickered on and off due to the clash of their auras.

Gu Qinghan and Feng Liuyun sat facing each other, ten feet apart, and neither of them spoke first.

"Two hours."

Feng Liuyun suddenly spoke, her peach blossom eyes half-closed.

"Um."

"Sword Master, do you think the Four Treasures can still hold on?"

Gu Qinghan did not answer, but simply gripped the broken sword tighter.

The hatch was pushed open with a bang.

Jiang Yining stood at the door, her gaze sweeping across both ends of the corridor.

"Come in, all of you."

"Discussing how to kill someone."