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

Just as Gu Qinghan sat down in the courtyard, two streaks of light ripped through the night sky and crashed directly onto the bluestone slabs of the side courtyard.

Feng Liuyun's flamboyant crimson brocade robe fluttered in the night wind as he waved his signature folding fan, his peach blossom eyes filled with the smug satisfaction of having dealt with the surrounding minions.

Yu Luofeng was dressed in a black robe, and the extremely yin ghost energy swirling around him made a sizzling corrosive sound when it came into contact with the Buddhist light of the Great Thunderclap Temple. His pale and handsome face was filled with an unconcealable ferocity.

"Gu Qinghan, you quack doctor, why are you guarding this place like a watchdog? Where is Ningning?"

Without uttering a single polite word, Yu Luofeng transformed into a wisp of black ghostly mist, ignoring the Pure Yang Sword Formation set up by Gu Qinghan, and slipped through the crack in the door into Jiang Yining's inner room.

Just as Jiang Yining had calmed down the two chaotic streams of yang energy within her body, she felt a chilling sensation on her ankle.

Yu Luofeng's ghostly aura climbed up her slender legs, eventually materializing and burying its face deep into her soft bedding.

"Ningning, those spies from the Divine Realm are too hard to kill. My extremely Yin Ghost Qi is almost exhausted by the scrap metal on their bodies, and you didn't even send a message to inquire about my well-being."

He coiled around her leg like a sickly, venomous snake, his cold lips pressed against her knee through her silk trousers, his tone filled with a morbid obsession and complaint.

Jiang Yining leaned against the headboard, reached out and ruffled his cascading black hair, channeling the last vestiges of life force from her fingertips into his Baihui acupoint to soothe his turbulent soul.

"Those strongholds that Sibao discovered were nothing more than cannon fodder used for reconnaissance. With Lord Ghost King's abilities, how could he possibly suffer losses at their hands?"

Her words were always so impeccable, affirming his abilities while subtly shifting the focus of his complaints.

Feng Liuyun followed closely behind and entered. Seeing Yu Luofeng's docile and submissive appearance, he tapped his folding fan in his palm and let out a crisp, cold laugh.

"You little devil, all you know how to do is play the victim in front of Sister Ning. When you were killing people at Qianbao Chamber of Commerce just now, your technique of tearing people out of their hearts was more skillful than anyone else's."

Feng Liuyun strode to the bedside, unceremoniously pushing aside the half of the bed occupied by Yu Luofeng, and bent down to ask for a rewarding hug.

The sense of smell of the Mahayana-stage divine beast was terrifyingly sharp. Just as its face approached Jiang Yining's neck, its movement of asking for a kiss abruptly stopped in mid-air.

Before the smile on Feng Liuyun's face had faded, his fingers, which were reaching for her waist, stopped in mid-air, and his usually flirtatious peach blossom eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

In that familiar, cool woody scent, he smelled a fragrance that didn't belong here.

It was the bitter sandalwood that the Great Thunder Temple had been offering year-round, mixed with the smell of sweat dripping from the necks of men and women, and the decadent spring atmosphere that even Gu Qinghan's domineering pure yang sword energy could not conceal.

"Sister Ning, besides the smell of Gu Qinghan's medicine, why do you also have the pungent smell of a monk from the Great Thunder Temple?"

Feng Liuyun's smile turned completely cold. He grabbed Jiang Yining's shoulder, the Nirvana True Fire flickering in his palm, as if he were about to tear off her clothes to check her.

Upon hearing this, Yu Luofeng tightened his grip on her leg, and a murderous glint appeared on her pale face.

"I knew those bald monks had bad intentions. Ningning, did you hide it from us and get taken advantage of by that Buddhist monk in the secret room?"

Facing the combined attack of two top experts, Jiang Yining didn't even flinch; her purple-gold eyes were filled with calm indifference.

"Just now in the secret chamber, in order to remove the laws of the divine realm, even the Dragon-Slaying Stone was shattered. The burning agarwood inside was scattered all over the floor. I haven't had time to change my clothes yet, so what's the big deal about them getting a little smelly?"

She raised her hand and lightly slapped away Feng Liuyun's hand that was clasped on her shoulder, her tone carrying a hint of annoyance at being disturbed.

"If you don't believe me, you can call Gu Qinghan in for a face-to-face confrontation and see if he's so blind that he can't even notice someone touching his Daoist partner."

These words precisely struck at the weak points of these two men. Gu Qinghan's expression in the courtyard just now was indeed extremely ugly. If there had really been any transgression, given the temper of the Pure Yang Sword Master, the Great Thunderclap Temple should have been razed to the ground by now.

Feng Liuyun's doubts lessened somewhat, but the displeasure of his territory being invaded still made him like a phoenix with its feathers standing on end.

"I don't care, this smell is awful. Sister Ning, take off your clothes and I'll use Nirvana Fire to bake you clean, and I guarantee this monk smell will be completely gone."

Feng Liuyun shamelessly moved closer and reached out to unbutton her inner garment.

Suddenly, a flurry of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate. Xuanbei, the head of the Discipline Hall, rushed in in a fit of rage, abandoning all pretense of maintaining the image of a virtuous and enlightened monk.

"Master Gu, I have always treated you as guests and been very tolerant of you, but your people have been so audacious as to steal the purple-gold donation box that has been enshrined in the main hall of my Great Thunderclap Temple for thousands of years."

Xuan Bei held a broken incense stick in his hand, pointed it at Gu Qinghan sitting by the stone table, and cursed loudly, the muscles on his face twitching violently with anger.

"That contains three million incense coins, the finest offerings my temple used to recast the golden statues. If you don't hand them over today, don't blame me for activating the Demon-Subduing Formation and suppressing you all here."

Upon hearing the commotion, Yu Luofeng, who was inside the house, transformed into a cloud of ghostly mist and rushed out of the house, looking down at the furious Xuan Bei.

"You old bald monk, you can't even keep an eye on your own broken chest at home, yet you have the nerve to come here and yell at us. I think you're tired of living and want to go to the Western Paradise to see Buddha as soon as possible."

Gu Qinghan didn't even lift his eyelids, his slender fingers wiping the dust off the broken sword, his tone extremely arrogant.

"A mere three million top-grade spirit stones isn't even enough to reward my servants. I wouldn't stoop so low as to steal your broken box."

Enraged by these two demons, Xuanbei felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat and was about to crush his prayer beads to forcibly shake them off.

A crisp hiccup suddenly came from the dense foliage of the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree in the side courtyard.

Sanbao Jiang Yeyao, holding a gold brick with a missing corner, jumped steadily down from a tree branch two zhang high, her chubby little mouth still chewing on something.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, this tastes awful."

Sanbao spat the unchewed gold crumbs in his mouth onto Xuanbei's bald head, complaining in a childish voice.

"This broken box is so hard it hurts your teeth. It's not nearly as delicious as the spiritual fruits in my fourth brother's room. I thought this glowing thing could be a snack."

A deathly silence fell over the entire place. All eyes were on the broken gold brick still bearing teeth marks, and the pile of gnawed fragments of the purple-gold box behind Sanbao.

Xuanbei watched as his treasured donation box turned into a pile of scrap metal. He rolled his eyes and, in a fit of rage, fell backward into the arms of the guest monk behind him.

"You lawless troublemaker! I only had a short rest, and you've already gone out and caused me trouble again."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Yining directly lifted the quilt and got off the bed, naturally avoiding Feng Liuyun's hand that was trying to unbutton her clothes.

She walked into the courtyard, picked up Sanbao, whose mouth was full of gold dust, and hugged him tightly. Although her actions were scolding, there was no blame in her eyes.

"Da Bao, take your sister to the well to wash her mouth. Call Si Bao out and compensate them for their losses, plus an extra 20% as payment for repairing the box."

Holding her daughter, Jiang Yining calmly directed the entire operation, defusing a tense confrontation into a child's childish antics.

Feng Liuyun leaned against the door frame, fanning himself with a folding fan. Watching her fluid movements, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

Her avoidance of him was so natural, so natural, that it seemed she was really just there to teach her troublesome daughter a lesson.

But Feng Liuyun is a Mahayana-stage divine beast, and he knows all too well Jiang Yining's habitual pretense of controlling the overall situation when she feels guilty.

As Feng Liuyun watched her walk towards the well with the three treasures in her arms, a hint of obsessive madness flashed in his eyes.

Sister Ning, do you really think this set of tricks to fool a monk can fool my phoenix eyes?