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

In the side hall of the Great Thunder Temple, which is used for distinguished guests to rest, a semi-transparent glass screen abruptly divides the space into two distinct worlds.

The five treasures were carefully placed on the innermost warm jade bed. Their sleeping faces finally regained the rosy glow of children, and their nine fox tails were quietly curled up in the corner of the quilt.

Outside the screen, Feng Liuyun didn't even say hello. He directly unleashed a crimson Nirvana True Qi, shutting out all the guest monks who tried to come in to serve him.

"Sister Ning, why is the coldness in your meridians still so heavy even after all this time? Gu Qinghan, that guy who claims to be the number one divine doctor in the Canglan Realm, those lousy pills he left behind are completely useless." Feng Liuyun pressed Jiang Yining down on the soft chaise longue, his slender fingers unceremoniously resting on her thin shoulders, his palms continuously channeling gentle pure yang fire-type spiritual energy.

As he massaged her stiff shoulders and neck, he leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, his tone carrying an undisguised desire.

"That ghost and I were out there risking our lives to clear obstacles for you, without even having a sip of water. Shouldn't Sister Ning give us laborers some tangible compensation to warm us up?"

Jiang Yining didn't even lift her eyelids, lazily leaning against the cushion, letting his just-right force relieve the fatigue of this half-saint's body.

Yu Luofeng didn't give Feng Liuyun a chance to claim all the credit. He directly lifted the brocade quilt on the other side of the chaise lounge, lay down naturally, and forcibly rested his head on Jiang Yining's long and straight legs.

His long, flowing black hair cascaded over her skirt, his pale, handsome face pressed unabashedly against her warm skin, and his morbidly possessive eyes were fixed on Feng Liuyun's restless hand.

"Stop using those high-sounding reasons to take advantage of Ningning. My extremely Yin ghost energy was severely depleted when I fought those remnants of the Star Abyss. Now I just feel a tightness and pain in my chest. Ningning, you have to help me catch my breath." As Yu Luofeng spoke, he took Jiang Yining's free hand and forcibly pressed it against his beating heart. His cold fingertips intertwined tightly with the back of her warm hand.

Jiang Yining knew that if she didn't give these two lunatics a little something, this side hall would probably be overturned again today.

She sighed softly, but instead of pulling her hand away from Yu Luofeng's grasp, she gently stroked his cold chest twice, following his lead.

"How many years have you two lived combined? Why are you still fighting over a man in April's bedside? Aren't you afraid of setting a bad example for the child?" Jiang Yining's tone was somewhat casual and indulgent. Her fingertips brushed against Yu Luofeng's clothes, immediately eliciting a muffled sound of suppressed pleasure from the ghost king.

Inside the screen, separated by a door, Fan Chenxin sat cross-legged on a worn-out futon, attempting to repair the broken Buddha bones through meditation and breath control.

However, the hearing that is at its peak during the Mahayana stage becomes the most torturous torture at this time.

The glass screen couldn't block out the noise outside at all. Yu Luofeng's low, lingering breath and Feng Liuyun's teasing voice were like tens of thousands of quenched poison needles, mercilessly piercing his eardrums.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from Fan Chenxin's tightly closed eyes. The newly replaced Bodhi prayer beads in his hand creaked as he squeezed them. The calming mantra he had memorized since childhood was torn to shreds in his mind by the seductive sounds outside.

"Sister Ning is biased. She's only concerned with soothing that ghost, leaving me, the young master who's been diligently massaging your shoulders, out in the cold." Feng Liuyun protested, his fingers restlessly sliding down Jiang Yining's collarbone as he massaged her shoulders.

A wisp of Nirvana Flame danced at his fingertips, easily prying open the neckline of her smoky blue dress.

Feng Liuyun's gaze swept over that snow-white skin, but he didn't see the unsightly sword mark left by Gu Qinghan. The fervor in his eyes intensified, and he lowered his head, wanting to leave his own crimson mark on that unclaimed territory.

"You'd better put away your temper, or I'll kick you off this bed." Jiang Yining raised her hand and slapped away Feng Liuyun's hand that was trying to cause trouble, her cold tone carrying a hint of reproach.

She casually straightened her disheveled collar, her purple-gold eyes showing no anger, but rather an air of superiority, as if she were manipulating these two arrogant men at will.

"Sister Ning, just let me take a bite. I promise I won't leave a deep mark, and I'll make sure that hypocrite Gu Qinghan doesn't notice anything amiss." Feng Liuyun shamelessly leaned forward, his peach blossom eyes full of pleading. The contrasting coquettishness, combined with his peak Mahayana cultivation, made it impossible for anyone to resist.

Yu Luofeng sneered, and the extremely Yin ghost energy transformed into a black barrier, blocking Feng Liuyun's face.

"If you can't control your mouth, I wouldn't mind pulling out all your teeth. And Ningning's body isn't something you can just touch as you please."

While spouting harsh words, Yu Luofeng took advantage of the situation and buried his face in Jiang Yining's lower abdomen, greedily inhaling the scent emanating from her that could calm his soul.

Hearing the two men outside openly discussing how to leave their mark on her, the burning jealousy in Fan Chen's heart finally broke through the suppression of centuries of Buddhist principles.

He opened his eyes, and those once clear and innocent eyes were now filled with terrifying red blood vessels, like a demon who had completely fallen into the demonic path.

He couldn't stand other men touching her so brazenly, nor could he tolerate her using such a permissive tone to comfort others.

Under his out-of-control mind, the Buddha's light of the Mahayana stage erupted completely, but instead of attacking the two people outside, it transformed into a golden light barrier that completely isolated sound.

That barrier locked the entire space inside the screen, forcibly cutting off all his perception of the outside world. In this almost self-destructive way, it stopped the words that were driving him mad from continuing to erode his soul.