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

The morning sunlight streamed straight in through the cracks in the stone roof, casting beams of light onto the dusty ground.

Jiang Yining opened her beautiful purple-gold eyes. Just as she was about to turn over, the soreness left by the excessive demands on her body surged into her limbs and bones like a tide.

With a cold expression, she turned her head to look at the man lying beside her, still savoring the madness of the previous night with his eyes closed. Without the slightest hesitation, she raised her long, straight leg and kicked him hard in the waist.

Fan Chenxin's tall and sturdy body was kicked so mercilessly that he rolled off the wooden bed and crashed heavily onto the muddy ground covered with weeds with a dull thud.

Jiang Yining slowly and deliberately tightened the tattered undergarment she was wearing, propped her forehead with one hand, and looked down at the man who was getting up from the ground.

There wasn't a trace of the tenderness of the previous night on her stunningly beautiful face.

Fan Chenxin lowered his head and straightened his mud-covered monk's robe. Far from being angry at the rough treatment, his eyes instead shone with a morbid obsession and satisfaction.

He knelt on one knee by the bed, his large hands skillfully lifting Jiang Yining's slender ankle, which was slightly red from the cold, and warming her bones little by little with his own body heat.

Jiang Yining pulled her foot back without hesitation, reached out and grabbed the fox fur coat she had worn the night before, draping it over her shoulders to cover herself completely.

Fan Chenxin silently stood up, walked to the stone pot, and filled a bowl with the beast blood soup that had been simmering all night.

He knelt down on one knee in front of the bed again, picked up a wooden spoon, scooped up a spoonful of thick blood soup, carefully blew away the scalding heat from his lips, and then cautiously offered it to Jiang Yining's lips.

"Drink this soup. Your meridians are damaged and you need this blood and energy to replenish the deficiency."

His handsome, aloof face carried an almost devout humility, and his deep eyes reflected Jiang Yining's indifferent face, as if there was nothing else in the world worth his attention except her.

Seeing his submissive appearance, Jiang Yining felt the anger she had been holding back since the night before dissipate. She lowered her head and drank the bowl of blood soup clean from his hand.

A loud whooshing sound suddenly came from outside the courtyard, followed by the crisp sound of firewood being broken by footsteps.

"Madam Jiang, the sun is already high in the sky, why are you still cooped up inside? I've found something nice for you and brought it over."

Hu Yanlie's rough and impatient voice rang out, accompanied by his undisguised and flamboyant laughter, clearly showing his confidence in the gift he had brought today.

Jiang Yining took the coarse cloth handkerchief handed to her by Fan Chenxin, wiped the bloodstains from the corner of her lips, and strode towards the door.

She pushed open the rickety wooden door, and the morning light shone on her beautiful and refined face, deliberately concealing her original sharpness, revealing a delicate fragility in her eyes that evoked pity.

Hu Yanlie was standing in the courtyard, holding a set of soft armor made of rare white fox fur. The armor was even inlaid with several exotic beast crystal cores that emitted a faint heat.

"This is a Frost White Fox that I hunted down after spending three days guarding the extreme cold of the Icefall. The soft armor made from its fur is the best for keeping you warm and comfortable. In this Barbarian Stone Tribe, only a beauty like you is worthy of it."

While boasting about his achievements, Hu Yanlie couldn't wait to step forward and grab Jiang Yining's shoulder, trying to personally help her put on the soft armor that symbolized her status and favor.

Jiang Yining did not back down. Her purple-gold eyes revealed a hint of flattered joy, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.

Just as she was about to reach out to take the soft armor, a large, rough hand darted in from behind her, precisely blocking her from Huyan Lie.

"We appreciate Young Master Huyan's kindness, but there's no need for you to do such a private thing as changing clothes."

Fan Chenxin stood beside Jiang Yining, her tone calm and even as she spoke, but the hand that was blocking her way gripped Hu Yanlie's wrist.

Hu Yanlie's smile froze as he felt a terrifying grip on his wrist, his bones even making a slight grinding sound.

"You piece of trash, how dare you stop me? Do you really think I wouldn't dare to tear you apart right here in this courtyard?"

Hu Yanlie's muscles tensed instantly, and the violent blood and qi of the peak of the Body Tempering Realm surged wildly within his body as he tried to break the meddlesome hand of the other party with brute force.

Fan Chenxin did not back down. A dangerous glint flashed in his deep eyes as he withstood the pressure from the other party.

"Let go! Young Master Huyan is our benefactor. How can you be so rude and disrespectful?"

Jiang Yining spoke up at the right moment to break the deadlock, calming Hu Yanlie's impending outburst of anger, while also warning Fan Chenxin not to forget the rules that had just been established that morning.

Fan Chenxin's hand throbbed a few times, and she loosened her grip on Hu Yanlie, lowered her eyes, and retreated behind Jiang Yining.

Hu Yanlie rubbed his slightly numb wrist, glanced suspiciously at the sick man who had retreated into the shadows, and wondered to himself how the other party could have such great strength.

"Madam Jiang, there's no need to get angry over such a piece of trash. Take this soft armor inside and try it on to see if it fits. If the size is wrong, I'll have the embroiderers in the tribe take it apart and redo it immediately."

He put on that ingratiating smile again, forcefully shoving the expensive white fox fur armor into Jiang Yining's hands, his eyes fixed on her slender waist.

"Young Master's reward is naturally excellent, but these clothes are complicated. I need to try them on slowly by myself in the room. It's windy in the courtyard, so please don't stand in the wind."

Holding the soft fur coat, Jiang Yining used a few gentle words to keep both men outside the rickety wooden door.

She turned and went into the house, locking the wooden door behind her. The delicate and gentle look on her face vanished instantly.

Jiang Yining casually tossed the white fox armor onto the stone table beside her, sat cross-legged on the cold stone bed, closed her eyes, and began to guide the blood and qi from the tusk-toothed pig she had just drunk into her body.

The raging beast blood energy surged through her dried-up meridians, bringing a tearing pain, but she didn't even flinch.

The Myriad Spirits Divine Tree, dormant deep within the dantian, silently began to circulate the moment it came into contact with this pure blood and qi.

The chaotic qi and blood were decomposed and recombined by the divine tree, transforming into drops of pure chaotic life force, which slowly nourished her Dao foundation.

A tiny, purplish-gold sprout broke through the bark of the sacred tree, bringing with it a powerful surge of life energy. Jiang Yining could clearly feel the power of her mortal body increasing at an alarming rate.

Suddenly, a suppressed argument broke out outside the door. It was Huyan Lie verbally humiliating and provoking Fan Chenxin, trying to provoke him.

Jiang Yining opened her eyes, feeling the faint purple-gold light flowing through her fingertips.

She stood up and walked to the door, but didn't open it, separated by the thin wooden board.

"If you two brothers are bored, why don't you go to the back mountain and catch a couple of rabbits for April to satisfy her craving?"