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

The only sound on the silent bluestone square was heavy breathing. All the members of the Barbarian Stone Tribe were stunned into place by the two murderous strangers, and even the fierce guards quietly retreated.

Hu Yanlie stood at the edge of the altar, looking down at the stunning woman covered in blood, holding a child. His heart pounded wildly, as if he had been punched hard, a frenzied rhythm of submission.

Suddenly, a group of imposing elders rushed out of the largest stone house in the center of the tribe. Leading the way was the chieftain of the Barbarian Stone Tribe, a burly giant with a face full of scars and a cultivation level that had reached the early stage of the Qi and Blood Realm.

The clan chief, looking at the gruesome corpses on the ground, angrily slammed the thick animal bone staff in his hand onto the bluestone slab, creating a deep, spiderweb-like crater.

"How dare you! You devour my tribe's blood crystals and kill my tribe's priests! Do you really think my Barbarian Stone Tribe is a pushover that no one can bully? Today, your lives must be offered as a sacrifice to the gods!"

His violent blood energy burst forth, forming a visible layer of red blood mist around him, which forced the lower-level clansmen around him to kneel on the ground.

Jiang Yining comforted Wu Bao, who was still sobbing in her arms, handed the child to Fan Chenxin behind her, and casually tore off a clean strip of cloth to wipe the bits of flesh between her fingers.

She took two steps forward against the clan leader's murderous aura, showing no fear whatsoever, and instead let out a mocking laugh.

"What the chieftain said is quite interesting. Your priest was killed because he was less skilled than others, which only proves that he was a useless waste of food. Keeping such a person in the tribe will drag you all down sooner or later."

The clan chief was so angry that his veins bulged. He was about to swing his stone fist to smash it when Jiang Yining gave him no chance to retaliate. She quickly threw out a bait that he couldn't refuse.

"Kill me, and you will not only lose most of your elite guards, but you will also lose an opportunity to win a resource mine at the Hundred Cities Beast Fighting Tournament."

Her purple-gold eyes stared directly into the chieftain's eyes, grasping the biggest fatal weakness facing the entire Barbarian Stone Tribe.

"On my way here, I heard that your Barbarian Stone Tribe has been at the bottom of the Beast Fighting Tournament for three consecutive years. If you can't keep your share of the mine this year, the whole tribe will starve when winter comes."

Hu Yanlie chimed in from the steps, eagerly speaking up for Jiang Yining and trying to prove the value of her suggestion.

"Father, although the priest is dead, you just witnessed Lady Jiang's skills. If she's willing to fight in our place, our tribe can definitely wash away the shame of the past three years!"

The clan leader looked into Jiang Yining's calculating and confident eyes, and his fist, which was raised in mid-air, abruptly stopped, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Although this woman from out of town didn't have any magical power, the ruthlessness she displayed in hand-to-hand combat just now was indeed far superior to the brave warriors he had who only knew how to show off their strength and ferocity.

"Stop spouting nonsense. Do you think your delicate frame can withstand the ferocious beasts that go berserk at the Hundred Cities Beast Fighting Tournament?"

The clan leader withdrew the blood mist he had been releasing, his tone still carrying a strong sense of distrust, attempting to suppress her arrogance with words.

Jiang Yining casually tossed away the blood-stained strip of cloth, crossed her arms, and struck an arrogant pose befitting a superior.

"Since the clan leader doesn't believe me, then pick out the fiercest beast here for me to fight one-on-one. If I can't even kill a beast, then you can do whatever you want with my life."

Half an hour later, the circular arena in the center of the tribe, which went ten feet underground, was filled with the lingering stench of decay and blood.

The clan leader sat on the highest stone platform, coldly watching Jiang Yining being thrown into the center of the arena, and without hesitation pulled the mechanism to open the heavy iron cage.

A second-tier peak armored earth dragon, over three zhang long and covered in jet-black scales, roared as it charged out of its cage.

Every time the monster landed, the entire underground area trembled violently, and a highly corrosive yellow viscous liquid dripped continuously from its gaping maw full of fangs.

The tribesmen watching around the arena gasped in shock; no one believed that the beautiful woman, who looked like she could be blown away by a gust of wind, could survive three rounds in the mouth of this mad beast.

Hu Yanlie clung to the edge of the stone wall, his palms sweating profusely, and shouted at the top of his lungs to warn her to take cover.

"Madam Jiang, get out of the way! This earth dragon's scales can't even cut through fine steel. Don't try to fight it head-on!"

Jiang Yining stood on the open sand, her cold eyes fixed on the massive beast charging towards her, her hand holding only an ordinary white bone spur that she had taken from the guards earlier.

She didn't use any lightning or wood-based spells, completely embracing herself as a pure body cultivator, feeling the blood and qi within her body boiling over due to the danger.

The armored earth dragon rushed forward with a gust of foul wind, its massive head plunging downwards, attempting to swallow the tiny human whole.

Just as those serrated fangs were about to snap shut, Jiang Yining's body arched backward with an absurd flexibility, sliding forward almost touching the ground.

Using the momentum of the earth dragon's charge, she slid directly beneath the monster's soft, weakly defended abdomen, the bone spike in her hand reflecting a chilling white light in the darkness.

Although this beast has hard scales, there is a fatal gap, only as thick as a hair, between the scales at the location where its heart beats.

Jiang Yining's eyes were as cold as the frost and snow of the Arctic ice plains, without the slightest panic. With a burst of penetrating skill, she thrust the ordinary bone spur fiercely into the gap.

The bone spurs were completely embedded in the beast's flesh, piercing its beating heart.

The armored earth dragon let out an extremely mournful scream, its massive body continuing to charge forward for more than ten feet due to its enormous inertia, before finally collapsing onto the sand and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The gushing, scalding beast blood rained down, completely staining Jiang Yining's already tattered robes a shocking dark red.

The entire underground arena fell into a deathly silence; everyone was like ducks with their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound.

Without any fancy moves or lengthy tug-of-war, he used only an ordinary bone spike to defeat the peak second-tier behemoth that even Qi and Blood Realm cultivators dared not easily provoke.

After a brief pause, the entire arena erupted in a tsunami of wild gasps and cheers. The barbarian stone tribesmen, who worshipped power, looked at the stunning woman on the stage bathed in beast blood and set aside all their prejudices and hostility.

Hu Yanlie gripped the stone railing tightly with both hands, his fingernails scratching the stone until they bled. His eyes blazed with fervent adoration and infatuation, as if he wanted to jump down right now and embrace this woman who was like a goddess of war descended to earth.

Jiang Yining stood up from the ground, disgustedly shaking the sticky liquid off her hands, and was about to walk up the stone steps to the stands to negotiate with the clan chief.

Fan Chenxin, who had been standing in the shadows of the passageway, strode into the arena. His tall and imposing figure directly blocked Hu Yanlie's burning, sticky gaze from the stands.

He held a piece of white cotton cloth that had been washed very clean with water, ignored the noisy cheers around him, and stopped in front of Jiang Yining.

Fan Chenxin lowered her head slightly, her deep eyes surging with an almost morbid possessiveness. Her movements were gentle yet carried an undeniable force as she pressed the cotton cloth against her blood-stained cheek.

He carefully wiped away the bewitching drop of beastly blood from the corner of her eye, and his thumb, through the fabric, rubbed heavily against her skin twice, as if asserting his ownership.

"I'll clean it for you."