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

"it is good."

Jiang Yining took Sanbao's soft little hand in her own.

"Xiao Si will be fine."

Da Bao followed beside him, carrying the Anning Heavy Sword.

"As long as the abacus wasn't lost, that's fine."

Da Bao continued speaking with a straight face.

"If he can't even protect the abacus, he shouldn't acknowledge me as his elder brother."

Gu Qinghan and Feng Liuyun flanked the mother and her two children.

The five abandoned their boat and walked into the depths of the group of stone tablets.

The deeper one goes, the denser the gray fog becomes, severely suppressing even one's divine sense.

The solid ground beneath our feet gradually disappeared, transforming into a slowly flowing gray river.

The river was completely still, without a ripple.

Countless yellowed pages of the Book of Fate floated densely on the water's surface.

Each page was inscribed with the birth date and time in glaring cinnabar, and one could vaguely hear painful wails and cries emanating from the pages, penetrating straight into one's consciousness.

"The Water of Destiny".

Feng Liuyun half-covered the tip of her nose with a folding fan, her peach blossom eyes half-closed.

"The river flows with the karma that has been forcibly erased by the Book of Fate."

"A single drop of this will shorten your lifespan by a hundred years."

"A person whose spiritual sense is not strong enough will be pulled into the karma of others and go insane just by looking at them."

Gu Qinghan held his broken sword horizontally in front of him, activating his pure Yang sword intent to create a visible frost barrier, repelling all the approaching gray mist and wails.

"Stay close to me."

He turned his head to give instructions, while keeping his eyes fixed on the churning river ahead.

Jiang Yining didn't speak, but her fingers shimmered with a purple-gold light.

The chaotic laws of the semi-saint realm transformed into a transparent film, completely protecting the three treasures within it.

The water was splashing loudly.

Three gray columns of water broke through the calm river surface.

Three fate book puppets, covered in gray scales and with unrecognizable faces, suddenly rose from the bottom of the water.

The oppressive aura of the Void Realm surged and spread, causing the surrounding gray mist to scatter and retreat.

These puppets had no eyes, but they held gray blades woven from threads of fate, and they charged straight at Jiang Yining in the center in a triangular formation, their killing intent palpable.

"court death."

Gu Qinghan snorted coldly, his frost-like eyes blazing with murderous intent.

He didn't retreat a single step, nor did he even sway his shoulder, before fiercely swinging his broken sword.

Three pure yang sword flowers bloomed instantly in the void, so fast that even the divine sense of a Mahayana stage cultivator could hardly catch them.

The sword energy, like a rainbow, carrying the supreme yang power that could burn everything, slashed head-on at the three puppets.

There was a loud bang.

The three Void Realm puppets didn't even have time to swing their blades before they were struck by the sword flowers in mid-air.

The hard gray scales shattered inch by inch, and the body instantly turned into powder that fell into the river.

It was swallowed up by the River of Fate without even a splash.

Sanbao clapped his little hands, his heterochromatic eyes shining.

"Uncle Qinghan is amazing! He sliced ​​a watermelon so fast, it was gone in a flash!"

Gu Qinghan sheathed his sword, his white hair remaining spotless in the gray mist.

He tilted his head slightly, and the cold, sharp lines on Jiang Yining's face softened instantly.

"You weren't surprised by my little tricks, were you?"

Jiang Yining smiled and praised him generously.

"The Sword Master's sword is naturally fast."

Feng Liuyun watched from the side, feeling incredibly envious. She could only fan herself with her folding fan, letting the cold air blow directly onto her face.

"They're just a few brainless puppets, yet they're not worth the Sword Master showing off like this."

Feng Liuyun chuckled and stepped forward, scanning the vast river ahead.

"This river of fate is turbulent and full of traps of cause and effect; traveling by water is too slow and too dirty."

Feng Liuyun flicked her fingers lightly.

A cluster of crimson-gold Nirvana True Fire shot out from his hand, trailing a long tail as it fell straight into the river.

A deafening roar was heard.

The flames did not extinguish upon contact with water; instead, they burned even more fiercely.

The gray river water was forcibly evaporated by real fire, emitting a piercing hissing sound and rising into a large cloud of white mist.

The silt at the bottom of the river was instantly burned through by the high temperature, revealing a dark and gloomy stone staircase leading directly to the heart of the Book of Fate.

Feng Liuyun turned her head, raised an eyebrow and smiled at Jiang Yining, her peach blossom eyes sparkling.

"Ning'er, take the secret passage."

"The path scorched by my fire will be absolutely clean and will not soil your skirt."

Jiang Yining glanced at the entrance to the secret passage.

"Walk."

The group stepped onto the stone steps and entered the secret passage.

The secret passage was completely dark, and the air was filled with a strong musty smell.

The stone steps underfoot were covered in moss and were extremely slippery; with each step, you could hear the faint dripping sound.

Jiang Yining had just taken a step when she stepped on a loose bluestone, causing her to sway slightly.

A cool hand reached out from the side and firmly grasped her hand.

It was Gu Qinghan.

He didn't say anything, but simply wrapped her hand tightly in his own palm.

The secret passage was dark, and no one could see anyone else's face.

Gu Qinghan's palms were warm with pure Yang energy, and that heat flowed along their clasped skin, gradually dispelling the chill from the stone steps.

He led the way, holding her hand, his steps slow and steady.

Jiang Yining did not break free.

Not only did she not break free, she could even clearly feel Gu Qinghan's thumb silently rubbing against the back of her hand.

again and again.

It was a test fueled by a secret longing and extreme self-control.

In this dark and narrow passage, the slight tactile sensation was amplified infinitely, and even the breathing rhythms intertwined.

Jiang Yining let him lead her, and gently scratched his palm with her finger.

Gu Qinghan stopped in her tracks, her breathing momentarily erratic.

He gripped her hand tightly, his knuckles trembling, revealing a desperate attempt at restraint.

Feng Liuyun walked at the very back. Although he couldn't see clearly, his divine sense at the Mahayana stage was extremely sharp.

The sound of the two people's overlapping sleeves rubbing together made his peach blossom eyes almost spit fire.

"The secret passage is so dark, Sword Master, please don't lead us astray."

Feng Liuyun spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"If you go the wrong way, you'll implicate Ning'er."

Gu Qinghan's voice was cold, yet it revealed an barely suppressed pleasure and a secret boast.

"Young Master Feng need not trouble yourself; I see things very clearly."

"Just watch your feet and make sure you don't fall again."

"You're so annoying!"

Da Bao led San Bao in the middle.

There's some noise ahead.

Da Bao interrupted the jealous argument that followed.

Everyone held their breath.

A faint ripple came from the end of the secret passage.

Crackling sounds.

It was the crisp sound of abacus beads colliding, its unique rhythm making it exceptionally clear in the deathly silent passage.

Da Bao's eyes narrowed, a flash of purple-gold lightning passing through them, as he gripped the Anning Sword tightly.

"It's my fourth brother."