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

Dark red rocks were scattered and overlapping, and the gate of the Barbarian Stone Tribe, built of huge animal bones, appeared at the end of the line of sight.

Jiang Yining calmly surveyed her surroundings. The clansmen responsible for guarding the area were all burly and strong; even seven- or eight-year-old children could carry stone locks weighing over a hundred pounds and run around the courtyard.

She followed Huyan Tuo through the defensive wooden fence surrounding the tribe, her ears filled with the roars of various wild beasts and rough curses.

"The people here are quite fierce. I wonder what they usually use to trade?"

Jiang Yining found an excuse to strike up a conversation with Hu Yantuo, her tone revealing just the right amount of timidity and curiosity, perfectly disguising herself as a naive and down-on-her-luck woman.

Huyan Tuo looked around warily and lowered his voice to explain the survival rules of this world to her.

In this realm known as the Martial Spirit Realm, there is no spiritual energy needed by cultivators; all power comes from the flesh and blood of strange beasts.

To survive, and even to become stronger, one must constantly hunt high-level beasts, drink their blood, and devour their flesh.

Through extreme medicinal baths and agonizing torture, the violent energy is refined into one's own bones and blood, creating a terrifying body capable of tearing through the void with bare hands.

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible glint of light flashed deep within Jiang Yining's purple-gold eyes.

Since this place can make you stronger by eating exotic beasts, it's practically a free resource pool created by nature for her. As long as she can get high-level beast blood, restoring her cultivation level is only a matter of time.

Huyan Tuo settled them in front of a dilapidated thatched hut on the edge of the tribe, left a few warnings, and hurriedly ran to the large wooden house in the center of the tribe to claim credit.

Jiang Yining walked to the well, drew a bucket of cold water with ice crystals, and quickly cleaned the bloodstains off her face and hands.

Without saying a word, Fan Chenxin walked to the well, took the wooden bucket from her hand, and skillfully washed the several badly damaged robes for her.

Although he had lost his Buddha-like aura, his meticulous care for others remained unchanged; however, a layer of gloom always shrouded his aloof face.

Suddenly, a thunderous cheer erupted from the center of the tribe.

A young man covered in paint and with bulging muscles strode over, carrying a huge, strange beast on his back, his feet crunching through the dust.

The man had a wild, filthy braid, and his bare upper body was covered with large and small animal scratches, each scar showcasing his powerful masculine hormones.

He was none other than Hu Yanlie, the young master of the Barbarian Stone Tribe. At a young age, he had already reached the peak of the Body Tempering Realm and was the strongest warrior in the tribe.

Hu Yanlie casually tossed the still-bleeding Tier 1 tusked blood boar from his shoulder onto the ground, his gaze fixed intently on Jiang Yining, who was washing up by the well.

He had spent years dealing with this desolate land and was used to seeing those rough-skinned tribal women, but he had never seen such a fair-skinned and delicate beauty as Jiang Yining.

Hu Yanlie wiped the pig's blood off his face, strode over to Jiang Yining, and looked down at her.

"You're the woman Huyan Tuo brought back. You're quite pretty, but what future do you have following that sickly man who can't even lift a bucket of water? You'd be better off following me and living a life of luxury."

His words were frivolous, and he made no attempt to hide the possessiveness in his eyes. He reached out to pinch Jiang Yining's smooth, fair chin.

Jiang Yining turned her head away, avoiding his greasy, dirty hand, and a perfectly timed, gentle smile appeared on her lips.

Instead of turning hostile on the spot, she went along with the other person's words and subtly positioned herself as a vulnerable person in need of protection.

"Young Master is mighty and extraordinary, and naturally he is a support for us who have wandered in a foreign land. However, my body is weak and I am afraid I cannot bear the favor of Young Master."

She deliberately spoke in a soft and melodious voice, coupled with her pitiful appearance, which completely captivated Huyan Lie, leaving him utterly disoriented.

Hu Yanlie was overjoyed by the flattery and immediately pulled out a bone knife from his waist, stabbing it into the heart of the blood pig right in front of Jiang Yining.

He filled a worn wooden bowl with steaming hot blood and offered it to Jiang Yining with great care.

"This is the most concentrated tonic from the tusked blood boar. It's the best medicine for you outsiders to strengthen your bodies. This is a gift from your young master. Drink it now."

Jiang Yining looked at the bowl of foul-smelling beast blood, suppressed the churning in her stomach, and took the wooden bowl with trembling hands.

She didn't actually drink it, but instead, while Hu Yanlie turned around to boast to his subordinates, she secretly dipped her finger into the thick blood.

The myriad spirits tree deep within the dantian silently extracted all the energy from the entire bowl of beast blood, leaving only a few drops of turbid waste blood.

On the other side came the tribal chief's exclamation.

While the adults weren't looking, Wu Bao Jiang secretly ran to the large iron pot used by the tribe to brew medicinal baths.

The little girl looked at the bitter beast blood grass piled on the ground for body tempering, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.

Those beast blood herbs are extremely poisonous. Even adult physical cultivators only dare to dilute one or two roots in water before using them. Eating them raw would definitely cause their bodies to explode and they would die.

The tribal chief turned pale with fright, but it was too late to stop them.

Instead of bleeding from all seven orifices as they had expected, Wu Bao licked his lips with a lingering sense of satisfaction and let out a loud, long burp.

Excitement gleamed in her heterochromatic eyes as she reached for a second handful of grass, as if she were devouring some unparalleled delicacy.

The nine-tailed celestial fox's divine beast bloodline endowed her with formidable immunity; these lowly weeds were not even enough to fill a gap in her teeth.

The entire Barbarian Stone Tribe was dumbfounded, staring at the little girl with the same look they had of a monster.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Yining quickly went over and pulled Wu Bao out of the haystack, brushing the bits of grass off her clothes.

"The child is ignorant and will stuff anything into his mouth when he's starving, making a fool of himself in front of you all."

She shielded Wubao behind her like a mother hen protecting her own, her expression as calm as if her children had only eaten a few extra bites of cabbage.

Fan Chenxin stood not far away, holding a wooden basin filled with washed clothes.

He stared at the spot where Jiang Yining and Hu Yanlie had just been chatting and laughing, and his heart, which had finally started beating again, felt like it was being pierced by countless poisonous needles.

When faced with flirting, the woman not only did not refuse, but also responded with a seductive smile.

The veins on the back of Fan Chenxin's hands, which had once been used to fiddle with Buddhist prayer beads, bulged as he desperately tried to control his urge to rush forward and tear that young master of body cultivation to pieces.

The sturdy hardwood basin in his hand made a cracking sound as it succumbed to the terrifying force of his grip.

He squeezed the wooden basin until it cracked, and cold water droplets dripped from the cracks onto the reddish-brown soil.

However, his current body, which was being devoured by the poisonous fire of the divine realm, was completely unable to use any Buddhist light. He could do nothing but endure it.

Hu Yanlie was completely unaware of the murderous gaze lurking in the corner. As he looked at Jiang Yining's calm and beautiful face, his desire to conquer her grew stronger.

This woman from out of town is not only stunningly beautiful, but her daughter is also a monstrous talent for physical training. If I could bring her into my tent, the offspring she would bear would definitely be the most outstanding children in the entire wilderness.

Huyan Lie waved his hand, and immediately several of his men came over carrying half a piece of snow wolf meat and several fiery red fox pelts.

"You're new here, and that dilapidated hut is hardly habitable. Take these fine fox pelts to make your beds, and the snow wolf meat is the best for nourishing your blood and energy."

He strode up to Jiang Yining, piled the precious supplies at her feet, and laughed heartily while patting his muscular chest.

"From now on, in our Barbarian Stone Tribe, with me protecting you, if anyone dares to let you and your mother suffer even the slightest grievance, I, Huyan Lie, will be the first to break their neck!"

Jiang Yining held the five treasures protectively in her arms, her peripheral vision glancing at the pile of beast meat radiating a rich aura of blood. The devouring desire of the Myriad Spirit Divine Tree trembled excitedly in her dantian.

She stretched out her slender hands, reddened by the wind and snow, and unceremoniously accepted the warmest fox fur.

She slowly raised her head, her captivating purple-gold eyes gazing at the simple-minded, physically strong body cultivator before her, the curve of her lips perfectly revealing a hint of gratitude and flattery.

"Young Master is so generous, how can we possibly repay him?"