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

Fan Chenxin was speechless again as he examined the high-class robes worn by the other person.

He only had ordinary monk's robes, and he often used the star stones he had saved up to help others.

It could be said that he was often penniless.

"Now that I'm here, Master, you don't need to worry anymore. You can leave now."

Gu Qinghan pulled Jiang Yining into his arms and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"I am close to my Daoist partner, and there is no need for the master to observe."

"A Daoist partner?"

Fan Chenxin repeated these two words.

"Jiang Yining is my Daoist partner, Gu Qinghan."

Fan Chenxin's gaze shifted from Gu Qinghan's face to the bright red sword-shaped mark on Jiang Yining's neck, then moved away.

"This humble monk takes his leave."

He waved his sleeve, and the prayer beads on the ground flew up and were caught in his sleeve. He then turned and walked out.

"master."

Jiang Yining's voice came from behind.

Fan Chenxin stopped in her tracks without turning around.

"Please deliver tomorrow's medicine on time, Master. The Five Treasures' baptism must not be interrupted."

Fan Chenxin's figure stood in the moonlight for a few breaths.

"This humble monk knows."

He stepped out of the side courtyard, the hem of his moon-white monk's robe disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Jiang Yining leaned against Gu Qinghan's chest, glanced at the Bodhi beads left in the corner, picked them up and twirled them between her fingers.

"You've come at the perfect time."

"Could you be gentler next time?"

"You want a next time?!"

Gu Qinghan tightened his arms, rested his chin on her head, and looked displeased.

"Who gave you permission to let other men touch you?"

Gu Qinghan's warm breath still lingered on the side of his neck, and the sword-shaped mark was incredibly hot.

Jiang Yining leaned against him, her fingertips twirling the Bodhi prayer beads that had been left in the corner. The beads still carried the lingering Buddhist light and coolness from when Fan Chenxin left.

"You've come at just the right time."

Jiang Yining's voice was devoid of emotion.

"Could you be gentler next time?"

She raised her hand and touched the domineering mark on the side of her neck; the skin beneath her fingertips felt slightly hot.

"You want a next time?!"

Gu Qinghan's arms tightened suddenly, his chin resting on the top of her head, his frosty eyes filled with displeasure, his voice as cold as ice, "Who told you to let another man touch you?"

Jiang Yining looked up and met his possessive gaze, and didn't continue the topic.

"The medicine is going to burn."

Gu Qinghan then loosened her grip a bit, glanced down at the still bubbling earthenware pot, poured the thick medicinal broth into a white porcelain bowl, and carried it to the bedside.

A wind rose at night, rustling the leaves of the Bodhi tree in the side courtyard.

Wu Bao was not sleeping soundly. Suddenly, he let out a weak whimper. The dark gold poison belonging to the divine realm between his brows seemed to be disturbed by the night wind and showed signs of reigniting.

Her illusory fox tail emerged from the blanket and tightly wrapped around Jiang Yining's wrist, her small body trembling in her sleep.

"Don't be afraid."

Jiang Yining grasped her cold little hand with her other hand and placed it on her forehead, a purple-gold chaotic vitality flowing over it like water.

"It's the lingering poison from the divine realm at work."

Gu Qinghan frowned, and a sharp wisp of pure Yang sword intent condensed at his fingertips. "I'll do it. I'll shatter it directly."

"no."

Jiang Yining immediately stopped him, "Wu Bao's soul is too fragile and cannot withstand your sword intent. It will sever her memories along with it."

As she spoke, she forced out a drop of her own divine wood essence and her heart's blood from her fingertips, mixed it into the warm medicinal liquid, and stirred it with a white porcelain spoon.

The smell of blood mingled with the aroma of medicine as she brought the spoon to Wu Bao's lips, speaking very softly.

"Good boy, Wubao, you won't feel uncomfortable after drinking your medicine."

She didn't force the medicine down her throat with her spiritual power, but fed it to her little by little. She breathed a sigh of relief as she watched her daughter's tightly furrowed brows slowly relax under the medicine's effects.

Gu Qinghan stood to the side, watching Jiang Yining's profile as she bent down to coax the child. The light from the fireplace made her silhouette look exceptionally soft.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he ultimately didn't mention using sword intent again.

Meanwhile, inside a side hall.

Fan Chenxin sat cross-legged on the futon, trying to force himself into a meditative state.

But when he closed his eyes, what appeared in his mind was not Buddhist scriptures, but the bright red, eye-catching sword-shaped brand on Jiang Yining's neck.

The brand was like a red-hot needle, piercing his calm and unwavering Buddhist heart.

Jealousy, shock, and a stinging pain he couldn't even describe, like countless fine vines, entangled his soul.

He opened his eyes and saw that the newly replaced wooden fish on the low table in front of him was covered with fine cracks.

"Smack."

The wooden fish shattered instantly, turning into dust on the ground.

The Buddha's light beside him suddenly went out of control, turning into golden ripples that surged outwards, causing the scrolls of scriptures hanging on the wall to rattle.

"A Buddhist disciple?"

From outside the hall came the worried voice of the monk Mingzhao, who was in charge of receiving guests.

Fan Chenxin did not respond; he just stared intently at the wooden fish fragments on the ground, his chest heaving violently.

Just then, a violent fluctuation of the Five Treasures Divine Soul came from the direction of the side courtyard, and that cold aura belonging to the Divine Realm erupted once again.

Fan Chenxin's expression changed. Ignoring the mess, she got up and pushed open the door to leave.

Drawn by the fluctuation, his steps, uncontrollably, led him back to the gate of the side courtyard.

Under the moonlight, he saw a scene that made his breath catch in his throat.

Jiang Yining's hair was ruffled by the night wind, with a few stray strands sticking to her cheeks.

Gu Qinghan reached out and familiarly tucked her loose long hair behind her ear, his movements intimate and practiced.

It is "reasonable" for me to heal her wounds myself.

And this man tidied her hair, as if it were "perfectly natural."

Fan Chenxin stopped outside the door, his moon-white monk's robe almost blending into the night in the shadows.

He wanted to go in and interrupt the two men by saying that the child's condition was recurring, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move.

It was a sense of powerlessness he had never experienced before.

"Disciple of Buddha, what are you doing here?"

Mingzhao, accompanied by two monks from the Vinaya Academy carrying Buddhist staffs, had somehow followed them.

Following Fan Chenxin's gaze, they also saw the intimate scene in the courtyard, and their expressions immediately darkened.

"Amitabha."

The leading monk stepped forward, slamming his staff heavily on the bluestone slab.

"The back mountain is a place for Buddhist meditation, and men are strictly prohibited from staying overnight. We request that this benefactor descend the mountain immediately."

Gu Qinghan didn't even lift his eyelids, still focusing intently on Jiang Yining.

"What if I don't leave?"

His voice carried the pressure of a sword cultivator at the Dao Inquiry Realm, causing the staffs in the hands of the two disciplinary monks to vibrate.

"Then don't blame us for acting according to temple rules and forcibly asking you to leave."

As soon as the monk finished speaking, Gu Qinghan's pure Yang sword intent erupted instantly, and a sharp sword cry rang out in the air.

"Stop it, all of you."

Jiang Yining stood up, hugged Wubao in her arms, walked to the courtyard gate, and stood between Gu Qinghan and the Discipline Hall.

"Gentlemen, you have misunderstood."

Holding the child, she bowed slightly, her posture extremely humble: "This is Gu Qinghan, the owner of Dantata. He has come to help because his daughter's condition is critical."

"He will descend the mountain immediately after his daughter finishes taking this bowl of medicine, and he would never dare to disturb the tranquility of the Buddhist temple."

Jiang Yining's words were impeccable, highlighting Gu Qinghan's noble status while attributing everything to her deep love for her daughter, thus putting the Discipline Hall in a difficult position.