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

Fan Chenxin listened to the deafening roar outside that could tear the void apart, but his hands, with their distinct knuckles, did not pause for a moment. Instead, he gripped Jiang Yining's waist, which was trembling from the poisonous fire, with an obsessive force.

The white jade lotus platform gleamed with a cold, eerie light, yet it couldn't suppress the increasingly intense heat between the two.

"If you stop now, Gu Qinghan's broken sword might actually spare your neck."

Jiang Yining's eyes were bloodshot from the torment of the Dark Gold Poison Fire, yet she still managed to curl her lips into a defiant smile amidst the excruciating pain, her tone revealing a gritted-teeth provocation.

"I have even given up a hundred years of Buddhahood, so how could I be afraid of his mere Pure Yang Broken Sword?"

Fan Chenxin leaned down, pressing that blasphemous and rebellious utterance, along with his burning breath, into the crook of her neck. The pure primordial yang energy of the peak Mahayana stage surged into her parched heart meridian without reservation, flowing along their tightly pressed skin.

The extremely yang and powerful Buddhist primordial energy transformed into a devastating golden wave of fire upon entering, crushing the dark golden poisonous insects entrenched deep within the Dao foundation inch by inch.

Jiang Yining arched her back in pain on the lotus platform, her fingers tightly gripping his long, unshaved hair, her nails almost digging into his scalp.

"You'd better pray that this Joyful Meditation works. If I die on this broken lotus platform today, I'll be the first ghost to tear down the golden roof of your Great Thunderclap Temple."

Gasping for breath, she dug her other hand hard into his shoulder and back, which were covered with ring marks, using the excruciating pain to maintain her last bit of consciousness, and ripped off his already tattered undergarment.

"Then this humble monk will accompany you down to the Avici Hell. As long as I can pave a way for you to survive, what does it matter if I slaughter all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens?"

Fan Chenxin's usually aloof and ethereal face was now covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. He carefully guided his primordial yang to merge with the chaotic essence within her body, each movement carrying an extreme degree of restraint and a trembling fear of hurting her.

The dull, resounding crash of Gu Qinghan chopping down the dragon stone echoed once more from outside the stone chamber, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

"Old bald monk Kongwen, even if you summon the true Buddha to descend to earth today, you can forget about stopping me."

The moment Gu Qinghan's furious roar came through the stone wall, Fan Chenxin's body visibly tensed to its limit, and the domineering primordial yang energy belonging to the Mahayana Buddhist cultivator uncontrollably poured into Jiang Yining's limbs and bones.

"Master, if you are not even afraid of Buddha, how come you couldn't even hold your breath when you heard the voice of that quack doctor outside?"

Jiang Yining blew a cruel breath into his ear, her purple-gold eyes filled with all-knowing mockery. Even in this submissive relationship, she was determined to maintain her psychological dominance.

"It's not that I'm afraid of him. I'm just jealous that he can rightfully stay by your side, while I have to use the excuse of saving someone to even touch you."

Fan Chenxin's eyes reddened from the mockery of her words, and the strict rules and regulations she had always maintained were completely shattered at this moment.

He no longer restrained his possessiveness, forcefully rubbing his fingertips against the sword mark left by Gu Qinghan on her collarbone, trying to completely cover up the unsightly mark with his scalding Buddhist aura.

As the vital energy of Buddhism was continuously poured in, the phantom of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree behind Jiang Yining once again emitted a dazzling purple-gold light.

After absorbing the pure Buddhist light, the originally withered branches sprouted a pair of golden lotus buds at their tips. The lotus buds exuded a terrifying pressure that completely devoured the remaining divine poison fire.

Jiang Yining greedily devoured the Mahayana Origin that was delivered to her door, and her damaged Dao Foundation was rebuilding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only were the severed meridians restored to their original state, but they were also forcibly widened by this domineering force, pushing her cultivation level up to the threshold of the mid-stage peak of the Half-Saint realm.

"Your bald monk's vital energy is much more effective than Gu Qinghan's bitter medicine, but it's a pity that your three newly reattached Buddha bones are about to break completely again."

She felt the fullness and comfort of her body after the poisonous fire had subsided, and the sarcasm in her tone finally softened a bit. She took the initiative and wrapped her arms around his waist, thereby squeezing out the last bit of nutrients to repair her Dao foundation.

"No matter how many times my bones break, as long as I can get a useful word from you, it won't be a bad deal."

Fan Chenxin responded to her in a low, hoarse voice, drops of cold sweat from his forehead falling onto her fair collarbone, mingling with the mottled marks to create an exquisitely profane and breathtaking picture.

He dared not respond to her initiative, which was purely for his own benefit. He could only do his best to survive, even at the cost of burning his Bodhi heart, which he had cultivated for 120 years.

At this moment, the ten-thousand-pound dragon-severing stone erupted with a loud cracking sound, unable to bear the weight any longer.

In order to break through this barrier, Gu Qinghan burned seventy percent of his Dao Inquiry Realm Pure Yang Sword Intent without regard for the cost. That crazy obsession could peel a person's skin and dismember them even through the thick stone wall, and the foundation of the entire side hall was shaking violently.

Jiang Yining noticed that the formation was about to collapse, so she raised her hand to touch Fan Chenxin's sweaty chest, stopping him from continuing to pour in his source energy.

"The formation is about to break. Do you want those monks and Gu Qinghan outside to come in and watch how you, a Buddhist disciple, break your vows? Get out of my way right now!"

Fan Chenxin took a deep breath and, at the last moment before the Dragon-Slaying Stone was about to collapse, forcibly suppressed the surging agitation within her body and withdrew.

Before he could even calm his heavy breathing, he immediately mobilized the last of his Mahayana Buddhist light, transforming it into a gentle breeze that evaporated the lingering sweat and scent from their bodies.

He knelt on one knee at the edge of the lotus platform, his white-knuckled fingers gathering her skirt and blouse layer by layer, even smoothing out the slightest wrinkle at the neckline.

As if he were doing something wrong, he used a cleansing spell to erase all the unsightly marks on the white jade lotus platform, and even the faint sweet fragrance in the air was completely covered by the bitter smell of agarwood.

"You've been wronged to become such a clandestine lover. If Gu Qinghan goes crazy later, you'd better keep your lecturing mouth shut, otherwise I won't protect you if you anger him."

Jiang Yining looked at his deliberate yet still undeniably dejected and humble demeanor, coldly tidied her disheveled sideburns, and turned her ruthless attitude faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Since I have already committed such karmic offenses, I naturally know how to be careful with my words and actions, and will never make things difficult for you, my benefactor."

Fan Chenxin lowered her bloodshot eyes, picked up the tattered monk's robe stained with blood from the corner and draped it over her shoulders. She retreated forlornly to the warm jade bed where Wu Bao was sleeping, like a guardian whose soul had been drained.

With a deafening roar, the Dragon-Slaying Stone, said to be able to withstand a blow from a half-saint, was cleaved in two by Gu Qinghan. The heavy stone crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of acrid dust, and even the glazed tiles of the side hall collapsed.

Gu Qinghan hadn't even activated his protective true energy; his body was covered in tiny bloodstains from being cut by rubble.

He charged through the smoke and dust, carrying the cracked, frost-white broken sword, his eyes bloodshot. The sharp, unparalleled tip of the sword pointed directly at Fan Chenxin's throat without hesitation, as if he were about to behead him in the next second.

Gu Qinghan looked at Jiang Yining's still flushed cheeks and tear-filled eyelashes, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the sword bulging, and he almost squeezed out the question through clenched teeth: "What exactly did you do in there?"