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

Candles burned quietly in the side courtyard.

Jiang Yining pulled over a velvet blanket and wrapped the five treasures tightly, then used her fingertips to create a soundproof barrier.

The jade pendant at his waist, used for transmitting sound, shimmered with red light.

As soon as the call connected, Da Bao's cold voice came through, mixed with the sound of thunder.

"Mother, those guys have gone mad! This fairy ship is about to be torn apart!"

The image on the jade plaque flickered, and in the background, one could vaguely see a mess on the deck of the fairy boat.

Feng Liuyun summoned the Nirvana Fire Phoenix, whose crimson-gold wings spread to several feet in length, and the fire phoenix opened its mouth as if to burn the mountain.

Yu Luofeng's extremely yin and ghostly energy transformed into a giant blade, hovering heavily in mid-air, as if trying to cleave the mountain gate.

Frustrated, Ao Lin revealed his half-dragon form, his golden scales bristling, and his dragon claws slammed into the ground, ready to smash.

Da Bao stood between the three, carrying the Anning Heavy Sword. A bolt of purple-gold lightning struck at his feet, causing a three-foot crack to appear in the scorched ground.

The three of them froze.

The screen was pushed aside by another figure.

Sibao emerged, clutching a gleaming abacus, his eyes gleaming with a fanatical, greedy light.

"Mother! I just used the Heavenly Secrets Dao Body to perform a divination."

Sibao speaks very quickly, his little hands clicking the abacus beads.

"This town of Bitter Sea, at the foot of the Great Thunderclap Temple, only recognizes Buddhist principles and not business, resulting in an extreme shortage of cultivation resources! The unsold scrap metal in our warehouses can fetch ten times the price here! It's practically an untapped gold mine!"

Jiang Yining's eyes lit up.

No matter where you are, without money and ability, you can't do anything.

"Sibao, this business is now entirely in your hands."

Jiang Yining immediately made a decision: "Take Da Bao and the others off the ship and immediately open up a trade route in Bitter Sea Town. Also, this town is a mixed bag, so keep an eye out for any traces of spies from the Divine Realm."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the jade pendant, then it exploded.

Feng Liuyun's folding fan banged loudly on the deck, the sound rising eight octaves.

"This young master, a dignified peak Mahayana stage cultivator, going to town to sell junk? No way! I'm going up the mountain to find you!"

Yu Luofeng's semi-saintly aura surged, and his extremely yin ghostly energy condensed into a solid black mist on the deck, his voice chilling.

"Make me, an extremely Yin Ghost King, set up a stall? Ning'er, you might as well let me just tear down that bald monk's temple and go up there to keep you company."

Jiang Yining sneered, her purple-gold eyes filled with a queen-like sense of control.

"Don't want to go? Fine."

"You can leave now."

She paused, her voice lowered, and each word was like a knife.

"Anyone who interferes with Wu Bao's healing process should never appear in front of me again in this lifetime."

Yu Luofeng's ghostly aura instantly went silent.

Feng Liuyun's fire phoenix retracted into his palm, shrinking into a fist-sized flame.

Seeing their mother suppressing the entire scene, Si Bao immediately picked up the golden abacus to assign tasks and began to exploit her.

"Uncle Feng, your Nirvana True Fire has perfect temperature control. Take charge of melting the scrap metal on-site and refurbishing the broken magical artifacts!"

Si Bao pointed at Feng Liuyun, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Feng Liuyun's face turned green.

"Uncle Yu, you have the fiercest face. Release your aura as a door god and be in charge of collecting debts."

Yu Luofeng's lips twitched, his face, a half-saint level, filled with humiliation.

"Uncle Ao Lin is incredibly strong; he transformed into a dragon to haul goods!"

Ao Lin's golden eyes widened, and his dragon tail whipped out a crack in the ground.

"I am the supreme ruler of the demon realm!"

Sibao adjusted the abacus, looked up at him, and saw his third eye slightly brightening.

"Uncle Ao Lin refuses to work. Shouldn't we fire him? He eats too much. It would save us money if we fired him."

"Wait, Sibao, I'll do it! It's just taking a dump!"

Ao Lin's dragon tail immediately became docile.

Jiang Yining smiled with satisfaction. Her child was old enough to share the burden with her mother!

"Jingzhi, I'll leave everything to you. I believe you can do it."

Hearing his mother's affirmation, Sibao puffed out his little chest: "Mom, don't worry about treating my sister. My uncles and I will work hard to earn money to support the family!"

Half an hour later, three top-notch "laborers" arrived in Bitter Sea Town in a grand procession, pulling a mountain of supplies.

The streets of Kuhai Town are narrow and cramped, lined with dilapidated stone shops, and the air is filled with the smell of sandalwood mixed with dust.

Sibao jumped onto the highest cargo box, placed the abacus on his knee, and his clear voice echoed throughout the street.

"High-grade magic treasures from the Upper Realm are on direct sale! Ten mid-grade star stones per item! First come, first served, while supplies last!"

Ao Lin's eyes widened: "What? We're from the Upper Realm..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Luofeng covered his mouth.

Si Bao quickly punched his butt: "Business tactics, don't you understand?!"

The cultivators from all directions flocked to the town of Bitter Sea.

This town is closed off year-round, and cultivation resources are so scarce that you can't even buy a decent magical artifact.

"Heavens! Such a high-quality magic weapon, only ten mid-grade star stones? Give me two!"

"Me too!"

"Give me a defensive one!"

But the local bullies arrived shortly after the four treasures had been sold.

The signboard of "Qianbao Chamber of Commerce" was carried by four strong men, followed by hundreds of cultivators at the Soul Building Realm and Void Realm, who surrounded the stall with magic weapons in hand.

The president, with a face full of scars, squeezed to the front and poked Sibao's nose with his finger.

"Who did this brat come from, daring to cause trouble on my turf? Smash it!"

Si Bao's abacus beads didn't move at all.

He turned to look at Yu Luofeng behind him, his voice sweet and childlike.

"Uncle Yu, someone said they're going to sabotage our business."

Yu Luofeng was overjoyed; fighting was much more fun than doing business.

A semi-saint-level extremely yin ghost energy erupted.

Hundreds of black chains burst forth from his sleeves, piercing through the crowd in an instant.

*Clap clap clap clap clap*

Chains lashed at all the rioters, the cracking of bones breaking echoing throughout the area.

Hundreds of cultivators knelt down and screamed in agony. The guild leader, with his muscular face, had chains wrapped around his neck, and his face turned a deep purplish-red.

"I want to do my part too!"

Not to be outdone, Feng Liuyun flicked her fingertips.

The Nirvana True Fire transformed into a thin thread of crimson gold, precisely striking the plaque of the Thousand Treasures Merchant Guild.

The wooden plaque evaporated instantly, leaving not even ashes.

The entire market was eerily quiet.

Sibao nodded in satisfaction and took out an exquisite jade bottle from the cargo box.

"Don't be afraid, uncles and sisters, we are doing legitimate business."

He uncorked the bottle, and a mysterious aura wafted out.

"This is top-grade holy liquid, originally priced at 10,000 top-grade spirit crystals per bottle, but today, on the first day of the special offer in Bitter Sea Town, it's only 200 mid-grade star stones!"

The surrounding cultivators stared wide-eyed.

They may be closed off, but they're not stupid.

A medicinal liquid with such an aura would be worth at least an astronomical price if left outside.

"I want one bottle!"

"Give me three bottles!"

Star Stones rained down on Sibao's abacus.

Feng Liuyun squatted in the corner melting scrap iron. The Nirvana True Fire made the molten iron boil, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Yu Luofeng stood with his hands on his hips in front of the stall like a doorman, his semi-saintly aura so intimidating that buyers dared not haggle and obediently handed over their money.

Ao Lin transformed into a half-dragon, his back piled high with cargo boxes, each trip crushing the stone slabs on the road.

The mighty Dragon Emperor of the Demon Realm hauls goods, the Half-Saint of the Ghost Realm guards the gate, and the young master of the Phoenix Clan forges iron.

Si Bao's third eye, between his eyebrows, suddenly lit up slightly.

His gaze swept past the frenzied crowd, catching a glimpse of a hidden, dark gold aura flitting across the periphery.

That aura vanished in an instant, hidden very deeply.

Sibao subtly withdrew her gaze, her little hands continuing to manipulate the abacus, but her lips were slightly pursed.

After finishing work and returning to the Immortal Boat, the trade route in Bitter Sea Town was reopened. Jiang Yining listened to the entire report and gently stroked the top of Wu Bao's head with her fingertips.

"Understood, keep an eye on that aura."