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

The night wind, carrying coarse sand and dust, swept through the cracks in the stone houses of the Barbarian Stone Tribe. Jiang Yining settled the sleeping Wu Bao on the stone bed covered with thick fire fox fur before straightening up to close the rickety wooden door.

Before the wooden door was fully closed, a large hand with distinct knuckles and fresh burn scars forced its way in through the crack, its burning palm gripping the rough wooden edge tightly.

Fan Chenxin's tall and imposing figure, along with the impenetrable darkness and chill of the night outside, squeezed into the cramped inner room, pushed the door shut with his back, locked the wooden door, and then slammed Jiang Yining's thin back against the cold stone wall.

"What's wrong with you, monk, staying up all night? What's gotten into you?"

Jiang Yining was only wearing a thin undergarment. The stone wall behind her was bone-chillingly cold, while the man's chest pressed against hers felt like a red-hot iron. The sensation of being both hot and cold made her frown slightly.

Fan Chenxin remained silent, her usually emotionless eyes now swirling with intense jealousy, her gaze fixed on the expensive fur coat that Huyan Lie had sent her during the day, clinging to her neckline.

"That barbarian only gave you a dead object, yet you smiled so beautifully at him, not even willing to glance at me."

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed coarse sand. His hot breath sprayed onto Jiang Yining's sensitive neck, carrying a powerful and oppressive feeling that made one's scalp tingle.

"We've ended up in this godforsaken place where there's not even any spiritual energy. If we don't squeeze some benefits out of this local tyrant, are we going to starve along with April?"

Jiang Yining raised her hands to push against his hard chest, her tone carrying her usual rationality and mockery, trying to forcefully suppress this unreasonable questioning.

Fan Chenxin not only did not back down, but instead pressed his body even tighter, one hand gripping her slender waist like an iron hoop, and the other hand roughly pulling the edge of the fire fox fur to the side.

"I'm not dead yet. Even if I need to go out and hunt strange beasts for food, it's not up to other men to fawn over you."

"Your broken body has lost even its Buddha aura. What are you going to use to fight those Body Tempering Realm cultivators? I'm just going along with what he said to give him a little taste of sweetness. Don't be so confused about priorities here."

Upon hearing the word "sweetness," the last trace of restraint in Fan Chenxin's eyes shattered. His fingers, which were gripping Jiang Yining's waist, tightened suddenly, so much so that they almost left bruises on her fair skin.

"What kind of incentive are you going to give him?"

His eyes were tinged with a sickly red, and his questioning words were filled with undisguised bitterness.

"You're completely unreasonable."

Just as Jiang Yining was about to raise her hand to slap him to bring him to his senses, Fan Chenxin leaned down and sealed her lips with his.

This punitive kiss, tinged with the strong smell of blood, saw Fan Chenxin's tongue savagely pry open her tightly closed teeth, brutally sweeping through every inch of her territory.

Jiang Yining, who was used to being in control of everything, suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in the face of this vigorous mortal body, and her breathing became disordered as he kissed her.

She bent her knee to nudge the man's lower abdomen, but Fan Chenxin, as if anticipating this, used his strong thighs to pin her firmly against the wall, trapping her completely between himself and the stone wall, unable to move.

Fan Chenxin released her lips, panting heavily as he created some distance. His rough fingertips pried open the collar of Jiang Yining's already loose inner garment, revealing the snow-white collarbone that Hu Yanlie had repeatedly scrutinized with disgusting eyes during the day.

"Are you crazy? April is still sleeping right next to us. If you wake her up, I will never forgive you."

Jiang Yining deliberately lowered her voice and cursed, gripping the rough fabric of his chest with both hands, trying to stop him from exploring further down.

"I'm crazy. He stared at this place all day long. Why didn't you move away?"

Fan Chenxin ignored all warnings and mercilessly lowered his head to bite that tender skin, his teeth piercing the skin and bringing a sharp stinging sensation.

He was like a wild beast marking its territory, stubbornly trying to cover up all traces of outsiders' gaze with his own aura, and to dye that snow-white land with his own mottled red plum blossoms.

Warm, moist lips and tongue lingered on the red marks, and the possessive movements made Jiang Yining's body tremble involuntarily.

Jiang Yining winced and gripped the short hair at the back of his head, her nails digging into his scalp. Just as she was about to speak up and push the crazed man away, a series of heavy, chaotic footsteps came from outside the door.

"Is Madam Jiang asleep? I hunted a very rare musk deer tonight and specially cut off a piece of the tenderest leg meat to bring to you to nourish your body."

Hu Yanlie's rough and unrestrained voice was very clear in the quiet night, and his footsteps stopped outside the wooden door.

Jiang Yining was so shocked that her back was instantly covered in a layer of cold sweat. The sound in her throat had only rolled halfway out when Fan Chenxin kissed her.

The thrill of being constantly threatened with destruction caused her heartbeat to completely lose its rhythm, and her blood surged wildly through her veins, pounding against her taut nerves.

Fan Chenxin leaned down and kissed her earlobe deeply.

"Madam Jiang, why aren't you making a sound? Has some wild animal gotten into this dilapidated house? I'm going to break down the door and come in."

Hu Yanlie pounded on the fragile wooden door, which creaked under the weight, sending wisps of dust flying and landing on their intertwined shoulders.

Jiang Yining didn't have time to argue with Fan Chenxin. She opened her mouth and bit down hard on his messy lips. Taking advantage of the moment when he was in pain, she hurriedly regulated her disordered breathing.

"Thank you for your kindness, young master. I have already gone to rest. My husband is injured and sleeps very lightly. I don't want to wake him and cause his illness to flare up. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

She deliberately emphasized the word "husband," her voice still carrying a slight tremor from the man's earlier caresses.

Upon hearing that address, Fan Chenxin's dark pupils constricted, and his tall frame, pressed against the wall, trembled uncontrollably. The ecstatic joy seeping from his very bones made him relentlessly pursue her.

There was a moment of silence outside the door, as if Hu Yanlie was trying to determine if there was any other movement inside.

"Since Lady Jiang feels sorry for that useless piece of trash, I'll hang this meat on the door frame for you. There's no woman in this Barbarian Stone Tribe that I, Huyan Lie, can't have. You'll understand sooner or later who you'll be with to have a good life."

Hearing the heavy footsteps of the man cursing and leaving outside the door, Jiang Yining's tense back finally went limp, and she slid down the stone wall.

Fan Chenxin used his strong arms to support her knees, lifting her off the cold ground and striding toward the slightly more spacious wooden bed.

"Have you finished acting? Hurry up and put me down."

Jiang Yining braced her hands on his shoulders, trying to break free from the aggressive sandalwood scent, her eyes regaining their usual clarity and coldness.

Fan Chenxin pressed her heavily onto the wooden plank covered with dry grass, placed his hands on either side of her head, and looked down at her face, which was breathtakingly beautiful even in the darkness.

"Tell me, whose are you!"