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

The outline of Bai Ze, covered in blood, was reflected in Wu Bao's pupils.

Blood was still flowing from Bai Ze's wrist, and the white jade bowl was already more than half full. The dark red liquid exuded a strong aura of the Nine-Tailed Fox's origin.

Upon hearing Wu Bao's words, a thin layer of tears welled up in his golden demonic eyes, and his lips trembled several times before he managed to squeeze out a sound.

"When you were little, you loved to pull my tail while you slept..."

Bai Ze tried to prop himself up on the couch, but his elbows went limp as soon as they left the mattress, and he fell to the side.

Jiang Yining reached out and supported his shoulder.

"Speak while lying down."

"I won't lie down." Bai Ze gritted his teeth stubbornly, two sickly red patches on his cheekbones. "Ning'er, let me over. I'll sit next to her, without touching her, just let her smell my scent."

"Your demonic soul can't even hold on for 10% of its current strength. If this continues, there's no point in trying to detoxify you; you'll just end up dead," Jiang Yining said worriedly.

Bai Ze's fingers gripped the fabric of the mattress.

"I know."

"Relying solely on heart's blood for medicine is too slow."

"Don't worry, Aze, leave it to me."

Jiang Yining handed the white jade bowl to Gu Qinghan.

"Is that enough?"

Gu Qinghan took the bowl, and with a flick of his slender fingers on the rim, a wisp of pure Yang true essence entered his heart blood, and a faint golden halo appeared on the surface of the dark red liquid.

"It's barely enough for one dose." Gu Qinghan's gaze shifted from the bowl to Jiang Yining's face, something flashing in his frosty eyes. "But I need to prepare the medicine myself, which will take at least two hours, during which no one can disturb me."

"Then let's get it matched." Jiang Yining glanced at him sideways.

Gu Qinghan did not leave immediately, but reached out and gently touched Jiang Yining's fingertips, which were slightly cool from continuously outputting chaotic life force.

The touch was as fast as a gust of wind, but Jiang Yining's eyelashes still twitched.

"You should rest too." Gu Qinghan's voice was very low, only the two of them could hear it. "Don't think I can't see that your meridian injuries are three times worse than yesterday."

"Keep an eye on your medicine bowl." Jiang Yining pulled her hand away.

Gu Qinghan pursed her lips slightly, picked up the white jade bowl, and turned to leave.

As they passed by Feng Liuyun, their eyes briefly met in the air.

Feng Liuyun used a folding fan to cover half of her face, her peach blossom eyes peeking out from above the fan ribs, her smile cold and indifferent.

"Gu Qinghan, you touched me really fast. Should I teach you how to hold hands openly and legitimately?"

"No need to trouble yourself." Gu Qinghan didn't stop walking, and his white-clad figure disappeared around the corner of the cabin door.

Feng Liuyun closed his folding fan and turned to look at Jiang Yining. Before the smile on his lips could deepen, he met Jiang Yining's icy gaze.

"You also have work to do."

Feng Liuyun had a smile on her lips, caught in a dilemma.

"The Nirvana True Fire can burn away the remnants of foreign laws in the soul, so work with Gu Qinghan. When he prepares the medicine, you are responsible for purifying the impurities."

"You want me to be Ice Face's assistant?" Feng Liuyun's eyebrows furrowed.

"If you don't want to, you'll lose 200 points."

Feng Liuyun took a deep breath, snapped the folding fan shut, turned around and strode out after her, the crimson hem of her robe billowing in the wind.

The cabin finally quieted down.

Bai Ze was still staring at the Five Treasures.

His wrist had been sealed with purple-gold vines by Jiang Yining, and the dark red bloodstains dried on his pale skin, like a winding river.

Wu Bao was still huddled in the corner, but his body was no longer trembling.

The nine illusory fox tails slowly drooped down from their puffed-up state, one of them even swaying gently in the air.

She was sniffing.

The lingering scent of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox's heart's blood in the air was gradually seeping into her altered soul's perception.

That wasn't the effect of medicine, but rather the most primal call of the bloodline itself.

"Mother." Sanbao tugged at Jiang Yining's sleeve, his voice still nasal from crying, "Is Fifth Sister about to remember? Her tail is wagging."

Jiang Yining glanced down at Sanbao and reached out to wipe away the still-damp tears on her face.

"Don't rush, let her take her time."

"But the wound on her shoulder hasn't been bandaged yet..." Sanbao pouted, her eyes reddening again.

Da Bao walked over from the cabin door, holding the Anning Heavy Sword horizontally in front of him, his purple-gold pupils sweeping over the five treasures.

"Her injuries are already healing on their own; the bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox inherently possesses regenerative abilities."

Da Bao's voice was flat, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

But when he walked over to Sanbao, he raised his free hand and patted Sanbao on the head.

"Your shoulder injury is more serious than hers."

Sanbao was stunned. He looked down at the bloodstain on his left shoulder where the Moonbeam Blade had struck, and a thin scar was visible through the tear in the fabric.

"It doesn't hurt." Sanbao raised his chin.

"Even if it doesn't hurt, you still need to apply the medicine." Da Bao took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, which was the healing ointment that Gu Qinghan had left behind.

He unscrewed the bottle cap with one hand and deftly applied a layer to Sanbao's shoulder.

Sanbao hissed, but did not dodge.

Jiang Yining looked at this scene, her gaze softened for a moment, and then fell back on Bai Ze.

"Do you even have the strength to speak?"

Bai Ze nodded reluctantly, his golden demonic eyes never leaving the Five Treasures.

"Say a few words to her," Jiang Yining said softly. "Don't get too excited, just say the same things you usually say at home."

Bai Ze's Adam's apple bobbed, and his chapped lips opened and closed as if he were organizing his thoughts.

"Five Treasures".

His voice was hoarse beyond recognition, yet it carried a cautious tenderness.

"When you were little, you were most afraid of thunder. Every time there was a thunderclap in the sky, you would crawl into your father's tail and wouldn't come out."

"Your older brother said thunder is a good thing, so you spat at him."

Wu Bao tilted his head to look at him, the fear in his black pupils gradually fading, replaced by a bewildered curiosity.

"Later, your third sister beat up your eldest brother to avenge you, and you started following your third sister around every day."

Sanbao nodded vigorously beside him, almost snot bubbles coming out of his nose.

Wu Bao's lips twitched.

It was just a minor muscle reaction, but it was enough to make Bai Ze's eyes turn completely red.

"Let me hold her," Bai Ze spoke again, his golden demonic eyes filled with pleading, "Just for a moment."

Jiang Yining remained silent for two breaths.

"Sanbao, bring Wubao over."

Sanbao jogged over, squatted down in front of Wubao, and instead of reaching out to pull her, he brought his injured shoulder to Wubao's nose.

"Smell it, do I smell the same as him?"

Wu Bao's nose twitched.

At the bottom layer of the chaotic demonic energy on Sanbao's body, there was indeed a very faint trace of demonic aura. That was a trace left behind after the Myriad Spirits Divine Wood in Jiang Yining's body merged with the origin of Bai Ze.

Wu Bao blinked his eyes, stretched out a chubby little hand, and gently touched San Bao's finger.

Sanbao immediately grabbed her and slowly pulled her out of the corner.

Wu Bao was led by San Bao to the edge of the bed, and looked down at Bai Ze's pale, almost transparent face.

Bai Ze used all his strength to raise his arm, his fingers trembling, hovering in front of the five treasures, not daring to let it fall.

Wu Bao did not dodge.

She tilted her head, brought her nose close to Bai Ze's palm, and took a deep breath.

Something shattered in those clear black pupils.

It's not fear that shatters, but the layer of ice covering memories.

Wu Bao's lower lip began to tremble, and large tears rolled down her cheeks, landing on Bai Ze's cracked palm.

"You..." Wu Bao's voice was soft and fragmented, "Your tail seems... to be missing a lot."

Bai Ze's tears finally fell, silently sliding down his blood-stained face.

He didn't answer, but gently pulled Wubao into his arms and rested his chin on the top of his daughter's soft hair.