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

"This body that the master used to sacrifice himself to feed demons is really useful."

Jiang Yining's blood-stained fingertips slowly slid down Fan Chenxin's shattered shoulder blade, her purple-gold eyes filled with undisguised scrutiny and aggression.

Facing her burning gaze that seemed to want to skin him alive, Fan Chenxin felt as if his throat was stuffed with dry grass, and he couldn't bring himself to utter the familiar Heart-Cleansing Mantra.

At that moment, the heavy gate emitted a chilling metallic scraping sound.

The Demon-Subduing Barrier surrounding the Great Thunderclap Temple, which was said to be able to withstand a full-force attack from a Heavenly Monarch Realm expert, was forcibly torn open by two tyrannical semi-saint forces, creating a huge crack.

Feng Liuyun, dressed in a flamboyant crimson brocade robe, followed by the swirling, extremely yin ghostly mist beneath Yu Luofeng's feet, recklessly crashed into this dark, secret chamber filled with the mingled scents of agarwood and the stench of blood.

Feng Liuyun's movement of waving a folding fan froze completely in mid-air when he saw the situation inside. His peach blossom eyes, which always carried a hint of flirtatious smile, were now filled with a terrifying killing intent that chilled the heart.

His sense of smell, sharper than that of a demon beast, immediately detected those scents in the air that should absolutely not exist.

"Sister Ning's baptism was truly breathtaking. Even the Pure Yang Sword Mark left by that hypocrite Gu Qinghan was completely washed away, but she was covered in a sandalwood scent that made me want to vomit."

Feng Liuyun slammed the folding fan into his palm, and a ball of scarlet Nirvana True Fire burst forth from his palm without restraint. The scorching flames almost blew the small space into a vacuum.

Yu Luofeng disdained to mock Feng Liuyun in a roundabout way; his pale, handsome face twisted into a cruel arc of jealousy.

The extremely Yin ghost energy at the semi-saint level rapidly condensed into five jet-black claws at his fingertips, carrying a terrifying pressure that could tear through the void, directly approaching Fan Chenxin, who had fallen to the stone slab.

"I always said that none of these vegetarian monks are good people. They chant the rules and regulations, but behind my back they use the baptism as an excuse to do such shameful and filthy things to my woman."

Yu Luofeng's ghostly aura locked onto Fan Chenxin's throat, threatening to decapitate this high-ranking Buddhist disciple on the spot.

The Buddha bone in Fan Chenxin's body was already 70% shattered. Now, it was being forcibly suppressed by the extremely yin ghost energy. The surging blood and qi in his chest could no longer be suppressed, and a dazzling crimson stream flowed down the corner of his mouth.

He did not back down in the slightest, but stared fixedly at the two furious men with his bloodshot eyes, forcibly activating the last of his Mahayana Buddhist light to build a golden protective barrier in front of him.

"If you two benefactors wish to commit mass murder in this sacred Buddhist sanctuary, I am ready to take your life at any time. But please do not use those foul words to ruin your reputation, benefactor Jiang."

Fan Chenxin's voice was terribly hoarse, yet his words revealed an unyielding stubbornness and obstinacy.

Jiang Yining watched the two men who were about to turn the secret room into ruins, knowing that if she didn't appease them now, things would definitely not end as she had planned.

She pulled the still-sleeping Wu Bao close to her chest, her pale face, already pale from exhaustion, now deliberately displayed a pitiful and sickly appearance.

She raised her hand to cover her lips, and a heart-wrenching cough, accompanied by the purple-gold blood seeping from between her fingers, successfully drew the attention of the two bloodthirsty men back to the present.

"If you think my existence is an eyesore, you might as well just kill me too, so that I won't have to suffer your unwarranted questioning after barely surviving in this divine realm illusion."

Jiang Yining's voice was as soft as a piece of glass that might shatter at any moment, and a hint of heartbreak and grievance appeared perfectly in her purple-gold eyes.

Upon hearing the words "Divine Realm Illusion," Yu Luofeng's veins on the back of his hand throbbed violently, and the deadly ghost claws stopped abruptly three inches from Fan Chenxin's throat, unable to advance any further.

Feng Liuyun extinguished the Nirvana True Fire in his palm, and the blood she coughed up completely extinguished his arrogant and fierce aura. He rushed to her in three steps.

"Sister Ning, how come your meridians have suffered a backlash again? We were just out there cleaning up those rats from the Qianbao Merchant Guild for you, and this is how these useless monks take care of you?"

Feng Liuyun knelt on one knee on the cold white jade slab, trying to reach out and feel her pulse, but he was afraid that the fire poison in his body would damage her fragile meridians, so his slender fingers trembled slightly as they hovered in mid-air.

Taking advantage of his approach, Jiang Yining naturally leaned half her body weight against him, her slender fingers lightly grasping the edge of his luxurious brocade robe.

"That traitor Jingtan planted a self-destruction curse seal in the core of the ancient Buddha relic. The relic detonated the Nine-Tailed Fox's ancestral power within April, directly dragging us into Qingqiu's inner demon dead end."

Jiang Yining lowered her eyelashes, her tone filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, every word she uttered trying to find the perfect cover for the ambiguous and romantic encounter that had just taken place.

She turned her head to look at Fan Chenxin, who was covered in blood, her voice carrying an unyielding and undeniable force.

"If it weren't for the master risking his life to shield me from the fatal blow of that dark golden demonic beast in that perilous situation, I would have long since become a mangled skeleton corrupted by the laws of the divine realm. Now you want to kill my savior without even knowing the facts, do you want to brand me with the eternal infamy of ingratitude?"

These words were like a series of resounding slaps, leaving Feng Liuyun and Yu Luofeng speechless in the face of such flawless logic.

They knew exactly where Jiang Yining's bottom line was; if anyone dared to touch her or anyone she cared about, she would absolutely turn her back on them without hesitation.

Yu Luofeng gritted his teeth and withdrew the churning Yin energy, but his eyes, filled with a morbid possessiveness, scraped across Fan Chenxin's handsome face like sharp blades.

"So you're not entirely useless, monk. For Ningning's sake, I'll spare your life and leave you with a whole corpse."

Yu Luofeng snorted coldly, and without saying a word, pushed aside Feng Liuyun who was blocking his way, and with his other hand, he domineeringly wrapped his arm around Jiang Yining's slender waist.

Not to be outdone, Feng Liuyun immediately grabbed Jiang Yining's arm from the other side, and the two of them formed an impenetrable wall of flesh, completely blocking all of Fan Chenxin's gaze and any possibility of getting close.

Jiang Yining comfortably enjoyed the close support of the two top experts, then turned to Feng Liuyun to explain the upcoming strategic plan.

"Has the information from the Four Treasures' deductions been verified? How is the cleanup operation with the Thousand Treasures Merchant Guild progressing?"

While carefully drying the sticky cold sweat on her clothes with Nirvana True Qi, Feng Liuyun leaned close to her sensitive earlobe as if to ask for credit.

"I dare not slack off on what Sister Ning ordered. All the Divine Realm spies hidden in the dark web were burned to ashes by me with true fire. Si Bao, that little money-grubber, was calculating with his abacus, insisting that the top-grade Star Essence Stones of those merchants were all tainted by our Jiang family's karma. He even pried off the floor tiles of their secret vault on the third basement floor."

As Feng Liuyun spoke, his eyes were filled with indulgence and pride.

Seeing Feng Liuyun's deliberately showy face, Yu Luofeng couldn't help but increase the force in his hands, forcefully pulling Jiang Yining into his arms.

"What's there to be proud of in cleaning up the small fry on the periphery? As for those blind merchant guards who tried to resist, I only used the move 'Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts' to save them even the chance to be reincarnated."

Yu Luofeng lowered his head to look into her eyes, his tone laced with a sour, almost maniacal probing.

"Ningning, Ning ...

Jiang Yining raised her hand and gently patted Yu Luofeng's cold hand. The soothing touch instantly extinguished most of the yandere ghost king's rage.

"If you all stay here, those rats from the Divine Realm will run out and wreak havoc on the rogue cultivators of Bitter Sea Town, and all the foundation and merits I have painstakingly built up will be destroyed."

Her words were always so impeccable, affirming their irreplaceable nature while cleverly avoiding the ambiguous and alluring atmosphere in the secret room.

Feng Liuyun and Yu Luofeng were completely won over by her impeccable words. Although they were still bothered by the sandalwood scent, they dared not cause any further trouble at this crucial moment when the Five Treasures had just finished their baptism.

Together, the two erected an indestructible protective barrier, shielding Jiang Yining and Wu Bao in the core area, preventing outsiders from even glancing at a single piece of their clothing.

Fan Chenxin retreated into the shadows, looking at the two tall figures clinging to her. Her Buddha bones, which had just begun to heal, suddenly erupted with a piercing, bone-chilling pain of jealousy.