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

Yu Luofeng's icy fingers lingered on Jiang Yining's pounding heart when, without warning, the protective array that had hovered above the Great Thunderclap Temple for a thousand years erupted with nine layers of dazzling demon-subduing golden lightning.

A lightning bolt as thick as a water bucket, carrying pure Buddhist energy capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, slammed directly onto the glazed tiles of the side hall, causing the extremely yin ghost energy barrier that Yu Luofeng had erected to tumble violently.

Feng Liuyun's original intention to kiss Jiang Yining's collarbone was forced to stop in mid-air. A ball of Nirvana True Fire quickly rose in his palm to protect him, and his peach blossom eyes surged with undisguised violent killing intent.

"These bald monks who spout righteousness and morality are indeed up to no good. They dare not make a move openly, but they are secretly manipulating this sect-protecting formation to harass us."

"If you two want to die, then stay here. Don't forget that the divine laws that were just suppressed in April's body are most afraid of this kind of violent energy collision." Jiang Yining raised her hand and pushed away Yu Luofeng's arm, which was numb from the golden lightning. Her purple-gold eyes revealed an unquestionable cold decisiveness.

Yu Luofeng gritted his teeth and gathered the dissipated ghost energy back into his body. His pale and handsome face was filled with a madness that was a mixture of resentment and jealousy.

"Is Ningning trying to kick us out so that she can give that useless monk inside, who doesn't even dare to breathe, a chance to be alone?"

"This golden lightning is clearly aimed at your dead body and my phoenix fire. Sister Ning's meridians are weak and she can't withstand the slightest impact. Let's retreat outside the mountain gate, smash the array core, and then come back to settle accounts with Sister Ning." Although Feng Liuyun is usually arrogant, he knows better than anyone else what is important and urgent when it comes to Jiang Yining's safety.

Before Yu Luofeng could go berserk again, he grabbed the sickly ghost king by the collar, and the two of them transformed into two streaks of light, one red and one black, crashing through the side hall's door and retreating amidst the barrage of demon-subduing golden lightning.

As the two individuals withdrew their highly repulsive primal forces, the suffocating oppressive atmosphere in the side hall finally dissipated somewhat.

Before Jiang Yining could catch her breath, Wu Bao, who was sleeping soundly on the inner side of the warm jade bed, suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream. The lotus mark between the little girl's eyebrows, which had just returned to its crimson color, was instantly swallowed up by a dark gold residue that was even thicker and more viscous than before.

The divine laws that had been driven to the brink of despair by the ancient Buddha's relics underwent a bizarre mutation at this moment. Instead of devouring the five treasures, they transformed into hundreds of hair-thin, dark-gold poisonous insects, following the causal bond between the mother and daughter, and frantically poured into Jiang Yining's already riddled heart meridians.

Jiang Yining's throat bobbed violently, and a mouthful of black blood, exuding a putrid stench, splattered directly onto the snow-white brocade quilt. The primordial phantom of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree behind her withered and dimmed at a visible speed under the frenzied devouring of the Dark Gold Law.

"April." Jiang Yining didn't care about her meridians being burned and broken by the poisonous fire. Relying entirely on her maternal instincts, she trembled and stretched out her arms to tightly protect her daughter who was convulsing in pain in her arms.

The soundproof barrier inside the screen, which was originally indestructible, was forcibly shattered by Fan Chenxin the moment Jiang Yining coughed up blood. He scrambled to the bedside, his once compassionate and clear eyes now torn to shreds by extreme panic.

"Benefactor, please let go quickly, this mutated law is draining your lifeblood." Fan Chenxin recklessly poured the last of his Mahayana Buddhist light into Jiang Yining's body, trying to sever the fatal bloodline chain.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps came from outside the broken wooden door of the side hall. Abbot Kongwen, wearing the purple-gold kasaya that symbolized the highest power of the Great Thunderclap Temple, and holding a string of Buddhist beads that flowed with ancient vows, strode in, stepping on the broken tiles scattered on the ground.

"It's no use. The essence of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree within her body is completely bound to the girl's Nine-Tailed Bloodline. The curse of the Divine Realm has already invaded the depths of her Dao Foundation. Ordinary Buddhist light and medicine cannot suppress this mutated poisonous fire." Abbot Kongwen stood three steps away, looking at Jiang Yining on the bed with pity as her life force rapidly ebbed away.

"Now that Abbot Master has arrived, he must have a way to save her. Your disciple begs you to open the Thunder Sound Treasure Vault and retrieve the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill." Fan Chenxin slammed his knees heavily onto the hard bluestone slab, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold floor tiles, his voice filled with a desperate plea that was unbearable to hear.

"The Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill can't save her. Only you can save her. It all depends on whether you are willing to completely abandon the supreme Buddhahood you have cultivated for 120 years for this mortal woman." Abbot Kongwen's worldly and wise eyes quietly watched his proud disciple kneeling on the ground.

"What do you mean by that, Master? As long as I can save her, I'm willing to give up my own life. What do I have to fear about my meager cultivation?" Fan Chenxin raised his head, his handsome and refined face filled with a resolute determination that disregarded everything.

Abbot Kongwen let out a long sigh, stopped moving his prayer beads, and his tone became more solemn and grim than ever before.

"The core vitality of the ancient Buddha relic requires an extremely yang and strong vessel to be fully activated. Only when a Mahayana Buddhist practitioner uses the Tantric practice of 'Joyful Meditation' as a guide and conducts a dual cultivation method involving physical intercourse to transfer this vitality into her heart meridian without reservation can those mutated divine laws be completely crushed."

These words struck Fan Chenxin like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, leaving him completely frozen in place.

"The abbot wants him to break the precepts. Your Buddhist sect values ​​strict rules above all else. If he really does that, do you think the Disciplinary Hall of the Great Thunderclap Temple will let him off the hook?" Jiang Yining leaned weakly against the bed rail, her forehead covered in cold sweat, but a mocking sneer still lingered on her lips, her purple-gold eyes fixed on Kong Wen.

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Buddha is compassionate, but he also values ​​cause and effect and reincarnation. Since he has developed feelings for you, this is the tribulation he is destined to overcome." Abbot Kongwen did not look at Jiang Yining's extremely aggressive eyes, but turned and walked out of the hall.

With a heavy wave of his wide sleeves, a massive stone, inscribed with the Diamond Sutra and weighing ten thousand catties, crashed down from above the hall's entrance, completely sealing off the side hall from all contact with the outside world into endless darkness.

"Once this Dragon-Slaying Stone falls, even a half-saint will not be able to forcibly break it from the outside within twelve hours. Chen Xin, your Buddha and your demon, let's settle our differences here in this stone chamber today." Abbot Kong Wen's aged voice came through the thick stone walls in a muffled tone.

Only intermittent, heavy breathing and Wu Bao's painful sobs remained in the secret room.

Jiang Yining felt as if the blood in her body was being boiled by the dark golden poisonous fire. Her consciousness began to dissipate on a large scale, and even the last bit of strength to maintain her half-saint body was completely drained.

"Bald monk, if you can't bring yourself to defile your precious body, then hurry up and go to the corner to chant your scriptures. Don't get in my way here." Jiang Yining bit her dry, bleeding lips tightly, not wanting to show any weakness or pleading in front of this monk who had fallen for her.

Fan Chenxin quietly looked at her arrogant and domineering face, which was clearly in so much pain that she was about to die, and slowly straightened up.

He didn't refute her sarcastic remarks, but instead turned around, faced the direction of the Western Sacred Mountain, and kowtowed heavily without hesitation.

His forehead slammed into the bluestone floor, leaving a dent. Blood trickled down his brow and into his eyes, which were now completely consumed by the flames of worldly karma.

He straightened up, his long, slender fingers slowly placing them on the thousand-year-old Bodhi prayer beads around his neck, a symbol of his status as a Buddhist disciple. With a forceful pull, the 108 beads shattered with a crisp sound in the silent chamber.

He took off the moon-white robe, stained with blood but still symbolizing the highest honor in Buddhism, piece by piece, and casually tossed it into a dusty corner.

He kowtowed heavily towards the direction of the Western Sacred Mountain. When he stood up, he no longer saw any living beings, only the woman on the bed whose body was covered in poisonous flames.