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

The cold morning wind howled and swept through the cave, and the icy chill seeped in through the cracks in the rocks.

Jiang Yining casually grabbed a barely intact robe and draped it over her shoulders. As soon as her soft, fragrant body moved, a crushing pain shot through her bones.

She forced herself to stand up, her legs weak and trembling. Holding a few torn strips of cloth in her hand, she glanced coldly at the man sitting on the pile of dry grass.

Fan Chenxin's broad, sturdy back was covered with dense red marks, some were scratches from fingernails, and others were deep red marks from forceful bites.

These marks stood out starkly in the dim light, clearly demonstrating just how insane the absurd clash of the previous night, which had occurred without any spiritual energy buffer, truly was.

Jiang Yining stepped forward and unceremoniously wrapped the strip of cloth around his shoulder, deftly binding those shameful marks inch by inch.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, carrying the guilty conscience of someone trying to destroy a crime scene, afraid of leaving behind even the slightest incriminating evidence.

Fan Chenxin turned her head, and her once calm eyes now simmered with a deep, dark fire of desire.

He raised his large, calloused hand, trying to take the loose sash from Jiang Yining's hand, wanting to straighten her slightly disheveled clothes.

Jiang Yining slapped his hand away without any mercy, leaving several red marks on it with such force.

"Wrap your clothes up tightly. If outsiders see the marks on your back, they'll think I, this demoness, forcibly took you, this holy monk."

She lowered her voice and scoffed coldly, but her hand continued tying the knot without stopping.

Instead of being annoyed, Fan Chenxin took the opportunity to grasp her slender wrist, his thumb lingeringly stroking the veins on her wrist.

"This humble monk has long since broken his vows. Now I am but a mortal under your skirt. It is good to keep this mark, consider it a brand bestowed upon me by the benefactor."

His voice was still a bit hoarse from the overexertion of the previous night, and he no longer bothered to hide the obsession and possessiveness in his tone.

Jiang Yining forcefully pulled her hand back, and in doing so, she pulled up his disheveled monk's robe, directly covering his face, which was filled with unsatisfied desire.

"Stop trying to glorify yourself. Last night I was just using you as a warm seat because you were dying. You'd better keep all those messy thoughts to yourself."

She turned to gather the hay on the tatami mat, refusing to spare him even a second glance.

Fan Chenxin pulled the monk's robe off his face, his gaze fixed on her back, and a very soft sigh escaped his lips.

Just as the two were locked in a tense standoff, a small figure wrapped in a robe stirred.

Wu Bao Jiang rubbed her sleepy eyes and got up in April, her fluffy fox tail unconsciously sweeping back and forth in mid-air.

The little girl yawned, her gaze wandering aimlessly over the two of them before finally settling on Jiang Yining's fair neck.

"Why does Mother have so many red bumps on her neck? She needs to blow them off in April."

Wu Bao toddled into Jiang Yining's arms with his short legs, reaching out his chubby little hands to touch the eye-catching red marks that couldn't be covered up at all.

Jiang Yining froze on the spot, even her breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively pulled her collar up.

"Last night there was a big, blind mosquito in the cave that chased and bit my mother all night. Don't touch her in April, lest you catch the poison gas."

She continued fabricating lies without batting an eye, while simultaneously giving the culprit a fierce glare out of the corner of her eye.

Upon hearing the word "big mosquito," Fan Chenxin not only did not refute it, but instead lowered her eyes, clasped her hands together, and recited an obscure sutra for purifying the mind, as if no one else was around.

Wu Bao tilted his head and looked at Fan Chenxin, then at Jiang Yining, his eyes filled with innocent confusion.

"That big mosquito must be really fierce. Even Uncle Baldy got bitten and was covered in blood. Mommy, let's go quickly. This place is no fun at all."

Jiang Yining picked up the five treasures, tied them back to her front with a strip of cloth, and grabbed a relatively sharp stone for self-defense.

"Let's go, I don't want to stay in this awful place for another second."

She was the first to emerge from the cave, stepping onto the desolate, dark red land against the biting wind.

Fan Chenxin followed silently behind her, his steps steady and powerful. Although the intercourse last night was dangerous, it had genuinely helped him clear his blocked blood and qi in a mortal way, saving his life.

The three had walked less than half a mile when a tall, burly figure suddenly emerged from behind the reddish-brown rocks ahead.

The newcomer was dressed in thick, unidentified animal hides, holding a sharpened white bone spear upside down in his hand, staring at them warily.

Huyan Tuo had been hunting in this desolate wilderness for many years and had never seen a woman with such fair and delicate features.

Jiang Yining's beautiful and refined face appeared even more breathtakingly beautiful in the wind and snow. Even though she was only wearing tattered robes, she could not hide the aura of a superior that was etched into her bones.

Huyan Tuo swallowed hard, and tentatively moved the bone spear forward half a foot, its tip pointing directly at Jiang Yining's throat.

"Who are you people, and what brings you to our Barbarian Stone Tribe's hunting grounds?"

He questioned her in a rough voice, but his gaze couldn't help lingering on the patch of snow-white skin exposed at Jiang Yining's neckline.

Jiang Yining didn't even blink twice; the close-quarters combat skills she had honed in her previous life during family infighting were fully activated at this moment.

Holding Wu Bao, she slightly turned her body and precisely avoided the murderous tip of the bone spear. Her free right hand coiled around the spear like a nimble snake.

Huyan Tuo didn't even have time to react; he only felt an extremely subtle force being deflected through the bone spear and transmitted to his palm.

Using the opponent's force against her, Jiang Yining flipped her wrist, and the heavy bone spear landed steadily in her hand.

With a flick of her wrist, the sharp tip of her spear pressed directly against Huyan Tuo's Adam's apple; a mere half-inch more and it would pierce his flesh.

"We are nothing but a lost orphan and widow, with a sick husband, begging for food. Your threats and violence are not the way to treat guests."

Jiang Yining spoke words of submission, but the bone spear pressed against the man's throat remained as steady as Mount Tai, and her eyes were as cold as the frost and snow on the Arctic ice plains.

Huyan Tuo was stunned by the undisguised killing intent. A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he raised his hands above his head to indicate his surrender.

He couldn't understand how a delicate woman with no energy fluctuations could have such a terrifying reaction speed.

"Please have mercy, brave woman. I only offended you in a moment of impulse because I was trying to protect myself from those mutated carrion beasts."

Huyan Tuo retreated repeatedly, fearing that the other party might slip up and kill him right there.

Jiang Yining knew when to stop, casually tossing the bone spear back to Huyan Tuo's feet and pulling Wu Bao's robes tighter.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, would you be so kind as to take us to your tribe to exchange for some food and warm clothing?"

She knew all too well that in this ghostly place devoid of spiritual power, to survive she had to first find the local natives to gather information; going it alone would only lead to a quicker death.

Huyan Tuo picked up the bone spear, looked at Jiang Yining's stunningly beautiful face, then glanced at Fan Chenxin behind him, who was as silent as a taciturn gourd, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Our tribe is located in that mountain valley ahead. If you have items that can be exchanged, the chieftain will naturally not drive you away."

He turned around and led the way, secretly plotting to offer this stunningly beautiful woman to the young master in exchange for a reward.

Jiang Yining followed behind, her pace neither hurried nor slow. Wu Bao, perched on her shoulder, suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

"This giant mosquito not only bites people, but it also loves to chant scriptures."