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

Feng Liuyun's actions were far more ferocious than his words. The Nirvana True Fire that he had originally used to threaten him was reassembled at his fingertips, transforming into a thin, red stream that was even more supple than hot spring water.

Instead of burning her skin directly, he forcefully covered the annoying golden lotus Buddha seal with the stream of fire.

The divine beast's essence at the peak of the Mahayana stage, carrying terrifyingly high temperatures capable of igniting the soul, forcefully penetrated deep into Jiang Yining's Dao foundation through her pores.

"Are you crazy?"

Jiang Yining was forced to break out in a cold sweat by the heat that rushed straight to her limbs. She grabbed the soft pillow on the bed and bit it hard, silencing the cries of pain that were about to escape her throat.

Taking advantage of the situation, Feng Liuyun firmly imprisoned her trembling body in his broad chest, forcefully squeezing one leg between her knees, completely cutting off her room to retreat.

"Don't worry, Sister Ning. I know your body very well. This fire will only burn away the filth that shouldn't be there and won't hurt a single hair on your head."

While spouting vulgarities in the most offensive tone, he pushed his divine sense to its limit, carefully manipulating the true fire to strip away the Buddhist vows that had seeped into his bones and blood.

Two top-tier primal forces engaged in a primal tearing and devouring frenzy at Jiang Yining's lower back.

The pure golden Buddhist light tried to resist, but it was gradually devoured by Feng Liuyun's crimson flames, which were filled with a determination to die.

Jiang Yining tilted her head back amidst this torment of extreme heat and cold, her slender neck forming a delicate and graceful arc, sweat trickling down her collarbone and into the depths of her disheveled clothes.

As the last ray of golden light was extinguished, the temperature in Feng Liuyun's palm suddenly soared.

He bit his tongue, forcing out a drop of divine beast blood, which he mixed with the Nirvana True Fire and slammed onto the reddened skin.

A lifelike crimson phoenix feather imprint, imbued with violent demonic power, was firmly imprinted on the original location of the Buddhist seal.

This mark not only asserts sovereignty but also forms an invisible firewall, completely isolating any spiritual energy from the outside world that attempts to probe.

"From now on, you can only carry my scent. If that monk dares to touch you again, I'll pull out all his teeth."

Feng Liuyun looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, then lowered his head and placed a possessive kiss on the feather that radiated an alluring heat.

His burning lips traced a path up her spine, leaving a wet trail near her earlobe, as he began to interrogate her with a morbid obsession.

"Sister Ning, swear to me that once you return to Abandoned Star Island, you will completely forget about that bald monk and never see him again."

Jiang Yining spat out the deformed soft pillow from her mouth, panting heavily, her purplish-gold eyes filled with the clear-eyed satisfaction of her successful scheme.

"Young Master Feng has vented his anger enough, and his bargaining skills have certainly improved. Unfortunately, I hate it when people force me to make oaths."

She deliberately dragged out her words, using her slightly sweaty fingertips to pick up a strand of his red hair that fell across his chest, and casually twirled it between her fingertips.

The desire in Feng Liuyun's eyes was completely aroused by her casual actions, and he was about to press down on her to force a promise that he would never go back on.

The soundproof barrier outside the door, constructed from the essence of the Mahayana stage, emitted a dull, cracking sound.

A pure Yang sword intent, carrying the extreme chill of frost and snow, forcefully tore open the crimson wall of fire as if shredding rags.

Gu Qinghan, dressed in a spotless white shirt, appeared at the shattered doorway, holding a bowl of calming soup that had just been prepared and was ready to be delivered to nourish the heart.

As the lofty Tower Master of the Pill Tower looked at the absurd and utterly ridiculous scene in the inner chamber, the warmth in his eyes instantly plummeted into an icy abyss.

Feng Liuyun's crimson brocade robe hung loosely at his elbows as he pressed down on Jiang Yining in an extremely aggressive manner.

Jiang Yining's smoky blue outer garment was roughly stripped off, revealing large areas of her snow-white skin soaked in hot sweat, as well as the phoenix feather mark on her lower back that was still emitting a scorching glow.

The destructive sword intent went completely berserk at this moment, and the air in the entire courtyard seemed to be frozen into sharp ice shards.

The remaining candlelight on the table was extinguished by the cold air, and the lingering, intimate scent of a man and woman touching skin was mercilessly crushed into frost.

"What are you doing?"

Gu Qinghan's voice was extremely low, and the madness that was being suppressed to the extreme seeped into every inch of the surrounding space along his taut jawline.

He didn't look at Feng Liuyun's provocative face; his eyes, brimming with murderous intent, were fixed on Jiang Yining's disheveled clothes, trying to find a clue on her face that she had been forced.

Jiang Yining did not show any panic at being caught, and her breathing rate did not change at all.

She calmly pulled over a thin blanket to cover most of her body, her purple-gold eyes meeting Gu Qinghan's murderous gaze with composure.

Facing Gu Qinghan's gaze, which could tear a person to pieces, Feng Liuyun not only did not back down in the slightest, but instead let out a arrogant sneer.

He slowly straightened up, deliberately gathering the corner of Jiang Yining's blanket that had slipped down, and carefully shielding her behind his tall frame.

Feng Liuyun turned his head and, without any hesitation, raised his two fingers, still warm from the fire, to Gu Qinghan, his peach blossom eyes filled with the arrogance of a victor.

"Does Master Gu have poor eyesight? Sister Ning complained that the monks from the Great Thunderclap Temple smelled bad, so I'm using Nirvana True Fire to dispel the cold and cleanse her of bad luck."

He emphasized the words "wash away bad luck" heavily, not only mocking Gu Qinghan's previous incompetence in guarding the gate, but also blatantly declaring that he had just left an indelible mark on this body.

Gu Qinghan's fingers tensed to their limit instantly.

He couldn't deceive himself into ignoring the glaring feather that had just been branded on him, and he couldn't bear to see other men flaunting their power in his territory with such a condescending attitude.

The jade bowl in Gu Qinghan's hand shattered into powder, and the frost-white broken sword let out a mournful cry like a dragon's roar: "Feng Liuyun, if you don't leave behind a pair of broken wings tonight, don't even think about leaving this door!"