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

"Go." Jiang Yining's purple-gold skirt twirled slightly as her gaze swept over the devastated ruins of the Black Tower. "Once Sibao has finished taking inventory, we'll set off immediately."

Half an hour later.

The dark golden interdimensional immortal ship tore through the thick gray fog surrounding the Heavenly Mystery Remnant City and plunged into the vast sea of ​​stars.

Inside the main bedroom of the Immortal Ship, a faint, calming incense burns.

Si Bao was curled up on Jiang Yining's lap, fast asleep. His soft silver hair, just like Situ Kong's, was scattered on the purple-gold fabric, and his long eyelashes were still trembling nervously.

Even in his sleep, his chubby little hands were still tightly gripping the booklet that recorded four hundred days of blood and tears, his knuckles turning white.

"Mother... storage ring... my spirit crystals..." Sibao smacked her lips and mumbled something indistinctly, kicking her short legs twice in mid-air.

Jiang Yining gathered a gentle purple-gold vitality at her fingertips and slowly pushed it down Si Bao's back, soothing the residual Heavenly Secret Evil Qi in his body.

"One hundred and ten million top-grade spirit crystals. They even pried off the black iron rivets on the gate of the Book of Fate. No one will dare to steal from you." Jiang Yining spoke softly, gently loosening his tightly clenched hand with her fingers.

Sanbao lay sprawled on the other side of Jiang Yining, his sleeping posture arrogant.

She draped one of her short legs over Jiang Yining's waist, her small mouth slightly open, snoring loudly, and drool dripping from the corner of her mouth onto the quilt.

The red lotus mark between his brows shimmered with a rhythmic glow as he breathed.

Da Bao is not asleep.

Holding the heavy sword of peace, he sat cross-legged on the half-closed threshold of the bedchamber, like a cold and ruthless little demon.

Its purplish-gold eyes warily scanned the corridor, and its perfect-grade Nine Heavens Thunder Body formed a very faint arc of electricity on its surface, completely isolating any noise that tried to approach.

A rare moment of tranquility inside the cabin.

At the end of the Immortal Boat Corridor, two tall and slender figures met unexpectedly.

Gu Qinghan carried a bowl of steaming medicinal porridge, dressed in white as snow, her full head of silver hair casually tied up with a jade hairpin.

His frosty eyes swept coldly across the area ahead, his knuckles gripping the tray turning slightly white.

At the other end of the corridor, Feng Liuyun was holding a cup of detoxifying tea. The collar of her crimson robe was slightly open, revealing her left shoulder wrapped in bandages.

His peach blossom eyes were half-closed, and a provocative smile curved his lips.

The two met on a narrow path three zhang away from the entrance of the sleeping quarters.

No one took a step back, and the air in the corridor froze instantly.

"Get out of the way." Gu Qinghan's voice was cold and clear. The pure Yang sword intent spread silently under his feet, freezing the wooden floor inch by inch.

"Sword Master, what a magnificent sight!" Feng Liuyun unfolded his folding fan and held it in front of his chest. Crimson-gold Nirvana True Fire flowed along the fan ribs, instantly melting the approaching frost. "This young master is the one who shielded Ning'er from the spear of law. I must deliver this bowl of spiritual tea to her first."

Gu Qinghan sneered, his gaze sweeping over Feng Liuyun's shoulder. "One instance of feigned injury is enough. Ning'er expended her life force to heal you; you should be lying on the lower deck now, not getting in the way here."

"What's it to you?" Feng Liuyun took a step forward, his true fire and sword intent clashing fiercely in mid-air, producing a faint crackling sound. "Even if I were on my last breath, I could still bring tea to Ning'er's lips. But you, your sword heart hasn't even been repaired yet, and you're already in such a hurry to curry favor?"

"Clang!"

The broken sword at Gu Qinghan's waist emitted a clear, resonant hum, and half an inch of its remaining blade emerged from its sheath.

"Want to fight?" Feng Liuyun raised an eyebrow, the spirit tea in his palm as steady as Mount Tai, while a violent flame rose from his other hand.

"Take one more step, and this corridor will be your burial ground." Gu Qinghan's tone was completely flat, and the pure Yang true energy on the broken sword was already poised to be unleashed.

"Squeak—"

The carved wooden door of the sleeping quarters was pushed open from the inside.

Da Bao, sword in hand, stepped aside, giving the two men in the corridor, who were locked in a tense standoff, a cold glance. "So noisy."

Jiang Yining stepped across the threshold and closed the door behind her.

She wore a thin purple-gold cloak, and the red mole between her eyebrows looked somewhat eerie under the dim lamplight of the corridor.

The sword intent and true fire in the corridor vanished without a trace in an instant.

Gu Qinghan sheathed his sword, his cold aura transforming into a pool of spring water. He strode forward and handed her the bowl of medicinal porridge. "Ning'er, you've expended too much of your life force. This porridge contains thousand-year-old snow lotus; drink it while it's hot."

Not to be outdone, Feng Liuyun forcefully pushed aside Gu Qinghan's shoulder and presented the detoxifying tea to Jiang Yining. "Ning'er, the Heavenly Mystery Remnant Market is filled with malevolent energy; this tea can clear the mind and moisten the lungs. I personally brewed it for half an hour."

Jiang Yining's gaze swept across the two faces.

Gu Qinghan's aloof and restrained face revealed a hint of suppressed anticipation, while Feng Liuyun's peach blossom eyes were filled with blatant sycophancy.

"Give it to me," Jiang Yining sighed softly, showing no favoritism towards either side.

She stretched out both hands, taking Gu Qinghan's medicinal porridge with her left hand and accepting Feng Liuyun's detoxifying tea with her right.

Jiang Yining turned and walked to the white jade railing of the immortal boat, placing two porcelain bowls on its wide edge. The immortal boat traversed the sea of ​​stars, and the bright moonlight shone softly through the array's light barrier, gently illuminating her slightly upturned eyebrows.

She picked up the medicinal porridge and slowly took a sip.

Gu Qinghan stood to her left, his gaze fixed on her glistening lips, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly in the night.

He didn't speak, but simply leaned his body slightly towards her, his wide sleeves intentionally or unintentionally shielding her from the starlight blowing from the side.

Jiang Yining put down the porridge bowl, then picked up the cup of detoxifying tea and took a sip.

Feng Liuyun stood to her right, leaning against the railing, her chin resting on one hand.

His amorous peach blossom eyes were fixed on her profile, his gaze tracing her long eyelashes and straight nose.

"Ning'er," Feng Liuyun's voice was low and slightly hoarse, with a seductive quality, "Is the tea sweet?"

Jiang Yining didn't look at him; her gaze was fixed on the boundless sea of ​​stars. "It's a little bitter."

"Bitter is good." Feng Liuyun chuckled softly, then suddenly leaned closer, his nose almost brushing against her earlobe. "Next time, I'll feed you in a different way, and I guarantee it will be sweet."

Gu Qinghan's face instantly darkened. He grabbed Feng Liuyun's shoulder and yanked him backward violently. "Feng Liuyun, how dare you!"

"What business is it of yours, with your ice-cold face, that I'm talking to my Ning'er?" Feng Liuyun blocked with his backhand, and the two secretly competed again behind Jiang Yining.

Jiang Yining leaned against the railing, fiddling with the edge of the porcelain bowl in her hand, oblivious to the power struggles behind her.

The moonlight was serene.

Two top experts, renowned throughout the Canglan Realm, stood on the left and right, like two silent guardian deities, neither willing to move an inch first.

Just as this tender moment, tinged with tension, was about to unfold.

Suddenly, the communication jade pendant at Jiang Yining's waist emitted a dazzling red light.

The array patterns flickered violently, and Ao Lin's anxious, almost voiceless roar instantly shattered the tranquility on the immortal ship.

"Jiang Yining! Something's happened! The Moonlit Altar of Qingqiu Ancient Moon has been activated ahead of schedule! The aura of the Five Treasures is rapidly weakening!"