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

The next day at noon, the sunlight was completely shut out of the sealed room by the heavy, imposing gate, which also blocked out the noise from the outside world.

The walls of the secret chamber were carved with densely packed demon-subduing array patterns, and the air was filled with the bitter smell of water that had been submerged for thousands of years, making it so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The ancient Buddha relic floated above the bronze nine-palace spirit-gathering array plate in the center of the secret chamber, emitting a dazzling golden light.

Erbao Chu Anyan and Sibao Jiang Jingzhi were left outside the secret room to guard the door, serving as the last line of defense.

Chu Anyan toyed with two beads formed from purple lightning in his hand, his purple pupils scanning the surrounding monks with vigilance, his body exuding the natural pressure of the Purple Star Emperor Body.

"If these monks dare to tamper with the formation, I will summon heavenly lightning to shatter this Great Buddha Hall into ruins."

Jiang Jingzhi fiddled with the golden abacus, her small face tense, the pale golden light of her Heavenly Eye constantly monitoring the fluctuations of the laws inside the secret chamber.

"I've already calculated it. Although today's baptism is a great calamity, it is full of vitality. It's just that the monk will suffer from losing half of his cultivation. However, I have already recorded a life-saving favor for him in this ledger. I will make it up to him with top-grade spirit stones later."

The atmosphere inside the sealed room was even more tense than outside, with the risk of collapse at any moment.

Fan Chenxin sat cross-legged in front of the relic, his hands forming intricate Buddhist mudras, continuously pouring the pure Yang power within his body, which had been restored to 70%, into the array plate's core.

"Please step back half a step, the baptism will begin immediately."

"The pure Yang power within this relic has been sealed for tens of thousands of years. Once it is opened, it will be like a burst dam. Do not let your chaotic origin confront it head-on."

Jiang Yining stood at the edge of the altar and placed the five treasures flat on the white jade slab carved with the Heart-Cleansing Mantra. The last trace of purple-gold light faded from her fingertips, and her expression was frighteningly calm.

"You take care of your own Buddha relics. If the Five Treasures are in unbearable pain, I will intervene at any time."

"I don't believe in gods or Buddhas, I only believe in the cards I have in my hand."

As Fan Chenxin's final Buddhist seal erupted, the raging golden torrent transformed into a golden dragon that hurtled straight toward the five treasures on the altar.

This force was vast and fierce, carrying an overbearing aura that wanted to burn away all the filth in the world, and even the walls of the secret chamber began to tremble violently.

The red lotus mark between Wu Bao's eyebrows erupted with a dazzling dark golden light the moment it touched the golden torrent, and the previously suppressed toxins burst forth.

Sensing impending doom, the remaining poison of the divine realm transformed into countless dark gold chains with barbs, frantically binding the nine fox tails of the Five Treasures in a desperate resistance.

"It hurts! Mommy, help! Something bad bit me!"

Wu Bao let out a mournful fox cry, its small body convulsing violently on the white jade slab, a trickle of crimson blood spilling from the corner of its mouth, its soul on the verge of being torn apart.

Seeing her daughter struggling in pain, Jiang Yining's rationality was completely replaced by maternal love.

"Fan Chenxin, suppress the formation. I'll take the brunt of the backlash for her."

Ignoring the still-healing internal injuries in her meridians, she leaped directly into the storm zone at the core of the formation, using her own body as a shield.

A surge of purplish-gold chaotic vitality erupted from her body, transforming into a massive, impenetrable net that forcefully wedged itself between the five treasures and the dark gold chains.

"My daughter's fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens. You think you can take her away with just a few wisps of dust? Dream on."

The dark gold chains, blocked by the chaotic life force, immediately turned and wrapped around Jiang Yining's arm, carrying a malice that wanted to devour everything.

The higher-dimensional laws attached to the chains corroded her sleeves, leaving dark burn marks on her fair skin.

The violent laws of the relic and the residual poison of the divine realm simultaneously bombarded her protective light barrier, producing a deafening roar.

A metallic taste rose in Jiang Yining's throat, which she swallowed forcefully, while a sharp pain, like being crushed by a boulder, surged through her meridians.

"Please step aside, benefactor. This divine law will devour your very essence, and you will perish."

Fan Chenxin watched her swaying figure in the eye of the storm, her usually clear and calm eyes now filled with bloodshot veins.

He was supposed to be guarding the center of the formation to maintain the flow of spiritual energy, but seeing the wounds spreading across her arm, his cracked Buddhist heart finally crumbled completely.

"Shut up, maintain your formation. This little bit of poison won't kill me."

Jiang Yining bit her tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The phantom of the Myriad Spirit Divine Tree rose up behind her, forcibly keeping the chains three feet away.

Ignoring the backlash from the laws, Fan Chenxin forcibly stood up, crossed three zhang (approximately 10 meters) and rushed directly into the center of the storm, throwing all the rules and regulations to the winds.

The moon-white monk's robe was torn into countless rips by the turbulent flow of laws, and the three sections of the Buddha's bones that had just healed once again emitted a cracking sound as they succumbed to the unbearable pressure.

He walked behind Jiang Yining and poured out his own Buddhist light, weaving it little by little into the meridians of Jiang Yining.

"I have said I would protect you and your daughter with my life, and I will never break my word."

Golden Buddhist light and purplish-gold chaotic vitality formed a perfect soul resonance above the Five Treasures' bodies.

This fusion of power requires no physical contact, yet surpasses any dual cultivation technique in the world; the two souls achieve an unprecedented harmony in the light.

Their auras intertwined in the secret chamber, together suppressing the menacing dark gold chains and shattering the malice of the divine realm bit by bit.

Under the crushing force of this dual origin, the remaining poison of the divine realm finally collapsed and retreated, turning into wisps of black smoke that were completely purified by the ancient Buddha relic.

The red lotus mark between Wu Bao's eyebrows returned to its pure crimson color, his breathing became steady again, and his nine fox tails drooped softly onto the white jade slab as he fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing that her daughter was completely out of danger, Jiang Yining finally relaxed, unable to support her weight any longer.

The chaotic essence within her body was completely drained, leaving her legs weak and unable to even stand, and her vision blurred in waves.

Staggering, she fell backward, crashing unprepared into a broad chest that exuded a strong sandalwood scent. The hard touch brought her back to her senses.

Cold sweat had already soaked through her thin, smoky blue dress, the fabric clinging tightly to her back, transmitting the astonishing heat of her skin to the person behind her.

Fan Chenxin instinctively reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, lifting her steadily in front of him, his arm muscles stiffening completely from the effort.

Jiang Yining didn't push him away coldly. Instead, she leaned weakly on his shoulder, her warm breath spraying unhindered onto the skin of his rapidly beating neck.

"Your Buddha relics are broken again. You really don't learn your lesson."

Jiang Yining's voice was hoarse from exhaustion, and the heat emanating from her made half of Fan Chenxin's body feel numb and hot.

Fan Chenxin stiffly supported that slender waist that seemed to break at the slightest pressure, his nose filled with the cool woody scent of her hair, and his palms felt the heartbeat emanating from her chest through the damp fabric.

He lowered his eyes to look at her pale and tired face, and the strict rules and regulations he had cultivated for 120 years were burned away by her warm body temperature.

"Please do not speak further, benefactor. This humble monk will now channel my true energy to help you regulate your breathing and heal your injuries."

Jiang Yining turned her head slightly to look at his jawline, which was so close to hers. A weak smile appeared on her lips, and her eyes held a hint of mockery, as if she had just survived a disaster.

"You should save that little bit of true energy for setting your own bones. Help me sit down."

He stiffly supported her slender waist and helped her to the prayer mat beside him. The word "Amitabha" stuck in his throat and he could not utter it no matter what. Only a low murmur filled with worldly thoughts remained.

"This humble monk is already entrenched in the mortal world; what difference does it make whether these Buddha relics are broken or not?"