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

"Gu Qinghan, don't go too far!"

Feng Liuyun gripped the fan ribs tightly with her five fingers, her usually charming peach blossom eyes now wide open.

Gu Qinghan didn't even turn his head; his frosty eyes swept over Feng Liuyun's still bleeding shoulder blade.

"Those who are injured should be aware of their injuries."

Gu Qinghan gripped the hilt of the broken sword at her waist with her fingertips.

"I didn't even have the strength to stand up straight and join in the fun."

Feng Liuyun was about to unleash his power.

The bluestone slabs beneath their feet arched upwards, and the entire black tower began to shake violently.

A sharp buzzing sound pierced the deathly silence of the Heavenly Mystery Remnant Market. The gray malevolent energy outside the prison gates churned into towering waves, completely blocking the passages surrounding the Black Tower.

"You trespassed into the prison tower and destroyed my formation; none of you will leave here alive today!"

An aged roar pierced through the baleful aura and assaulted everyone's eardrums, while the overwhelming pressure of a peak Heavenly Monarch Realm expert pressed down on the dome of the black tower.

Thousands of celestial puppets clad in dark gold heavy armor strode through the void and approached the main hall. The heavy metal soles of their boots made orderly steps, causing large areas of the surrounding space to collapse.

The Grand Elder of the Book of Fate hovered in the very center of the puppet army formation. The old man wore a striking blood-red Taoist robe, and his withered hands held a slowly rotating bronze compass. The surface of the compass was densely inlaid with tens of thousands of life beads that emitted green light.

Gu Qinghan turned around to face the fierce wind, her white hair flying wildly in the wind.

"That old man, Uncle Qinghan, is so noisy!"

Sanbao raised his two chubby little hands to cover his ears.

Gu Qinghan stepped out of the prison cell, sword in hand.

"Leave it to me."

The man, dressed in white, stood out remarkably clean amidst the swirling gray fog. He stood at the entrance to the dilapidated black tower, looking down at the cluster of iron lumps below.

The elder's face twitched twice after he saw who it was.

"What kind of swordsman dares to meddle in the affairs of the Book of Fate!"

The old man's face was contorted into a mass of flesh.

"Today, I'll use your destiny as a sacrifice for my Myriad Fates Chart!"

Driven by spiritual power, the bronze compass swelled to a hundred feet wide in the wind, and tens of thousands of life beads simultaneously emitted eerie green chains of cause and effect, sweeping towards Gu Qinghan's neck.

Gu Qinghan pushed the sword guard upwards with her thumb, and the clear sound of the sword's ringing drowned out the surrounding noise.

With the broken sword fully drawn, Gu Qinghan unleashed the pure Yang sword intent of the early stage of the Dao Inquiry Realm without reservation. He gripped the hilt tightly with both hands and slashed out with the simplest move against the sky full of chains.

"break."

A blinding white light burst forth from the sword blade, and the hundred-foot-long pure yang sword energy burned a vacuum channel in the void in front of it.

The lush green chains of cause and effect shattered into countless points of light the moment they touched the edge of the white light.

The sword energy, still powerful, crashed straight into the enormous Myriad Life Heavenly Disc, and a deafening sound of metal breaking echoed through the sky.

The Grand Elder's prized natal magic weapon was forcibly cleaved in two.

The old man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of purplish-black blood.

"You're actually a Sword Master at the Dao Inquiry Realm!"

He stared wide-eyed and took several steps back.

Gu Qinghan flicked her sword back and pointed the tip diagonally at the ground.

"Feng Liuyun cleaned up the rats in the back."

"I don't need your icy face to teach me!"

Feng Liuyun gritted his teeth and leaped into the air, the movement causing pain in his back wound that made him gasp for breath.

His ten fingers flew, forming intricate hand seals, and crimson-gold Nirvana True Fire surged forth from his body, transforming into a raging sea of ​​fire that blocked all escape routes behind the Black Tower.

The dozens of Heavenly Mystery Puppets, which were preparing to launch a sneak attack from behind, were instantly turned into pools of dark red molten iron before they could even struggle when they touched the flames.

"Big brother, it's our turn!"

Sanbao clapped her hands with joy, and the red lotus mark between the little girl's eyebrows lit up with an eerie red light.

Da Bao hugged the Anning Sword tightly, and the purple-gold lightning crackled in his eyes.

Two four-and-a-half-year-old children stood side by side on the edge of the sea of ​​fire.

Under the guidance of Da Bao and Zhong Er, the sky was filled with divine lightning, and San Bao opened his mouth and spat out a large ball of pure black chaotic demonic energy.

Thunder and demonic energy intertwined in mid-air to form a massive strangulation net, slicing the escaped puppets so thoroughly that not even a single piece of metal remained.

Ignoring the deafening fighting outside, Jiang Yining knelt on one knee in front of Situ Kong, placing her palms on the blind man's chest. The purplish-gold chaotic life force flowed continuously into his parched meridians through her palms.

Situ Kong leaned limply against the stone wall, his silver hair disheveled and scattered over his shoulders, but his chapped lips still managed to force out that irritating smile.

"Ning'er, don't waste your energy."

Situ Kong coughed up two mouthfuls of blood mixed with black scum, his dim silver eyes staring straight at the woman in front of him.

"I'd be lucky if my crippled body could earn you the trip yourself."

The vitality emanating from Jiang Yining's palm intensified even further.

"You still haven't paid back the spirit crystals you owe me."

She looked at the other person's half-dead state.

"You're not going to die."

Situ Kong let out a few low laughs.

"How heartless."

He continued his jerk-like behavior, panting heavily.

"But I like the way you do accounting."

Ripples spread through the air in the corner of the cell as a jet-black arrow, shrouded in malevolent energy, shot out from the void. Using spatial refraction, it bypassed the battlefield outside and aimed directly at Jiang Yining's back.

Its flight speed was so fast that even the divine sense of a Mahayana stage cultivator could not lock onto its trajectory.

"Mother, be careful!"

The silver third eye on Sibao's forehead suddenly opened, and the little guy stretched out his short hand to grab it but missed.

Jiang Yining was doing her best to suppress the backlash of the laws within Situ Kong's body. If she forcibly withdrew her spiritual power at this moment, Situ Kong would definitely die on the spot.

She gritted her teeth, preparing to take the blow with her own body.

A crimson blur pierced in from the side, followed by the dull thud of an arrow tearing through flesh.

Feng Liuyun spread his arms to shield Jiang Yining beneath him, and the black arrow pierced through her left shoulder blade, the intense killing intent surging into her blood vessels through the wound.

Feng Liuyun let out a painful groan, her legs went weak, and she collapsed into Jiang Yining's arms.

Jiang Yining wrapped her arms around Feng Liuyun's waist and supported him.

"Phoenix Flowing Clouds".

The phoenix's face was deathly pale, and large drops of cold sweat dripped down its forehead, but it rested its head on Jiang Yining's neck and smiled triumphantly.

His warm breath showered all around Jiang Yining's ears.

"Ning'er, this young master has taken another arrow for you."

Feng Liuyun's lips brushed against her earlobe, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Can we repay that favor we owed you last time?"

Gu Qinghan had just smashed the last iron lump outside the tower when he turned around and stumbled upon this scene. The veins on the back of his hand holding the sword bulged, and the pure Yang sword intent surged wildly at the edge of the blade.

"Feng Liuyun, you're asking for death!"

Gu Qinghan drew her sword and charged back.

Jiang Yining didn't even spare a glance for Gu Qinghan. She freed her right hand, gathered a dense ball of purple-gold vitality, and unceremoniously covered Feng Liuyun's incessantly chattering mouth.

"If you utter another word, I'll throw you out to feed the puppets."

A domineering life force seeped into the other person's body through the gap between their lips. This force forcibly suppressed the rampant evil energy and also blocked all those vulgar words.

Feng Liuyun blinked repeatedly. Instead of dodging, he pouted and rubbed his lips against Jiang Yining's palm twice.

"Ning'er's hands smell so good."

Outside the tower came the Grand Elder's hysterical roar. The old man's hair was completely disheveled, his body was covered in purplish-black blood, and his five fingers were tightly gripping a jade talisman that emitted black smoke.

"Destroyed my natal magic weapon and killed my elite troops from the Book of Fate!"

The elder's eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Today, I will make you all pay with your lives!"

The jade talisman shattered into powder in the old man's palm.

A muffled tremor emanated from the depths of the Black Tower's foundation, and countless blood-red array patterns burst forth from the ground. These patterns, baring their fangs and claws, climbed wildly and covered the entire Cage City in the blink of an eye.

"It's a self-destruct formation!"

Gu Qinghan drew her sword and leaped back into the tower.

The Grand Elder, suspended in mid-air, laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"The formation has been activated. Within ten breaths, the entire headquarters of the Book of Fate will be reduced to ashes!"

The old man pointed at the crowd below.

"You'll all just wait here in this malevolent aura to be blown to bits!"