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

"Go and cut open the belly of this armored earth dragon, avoiding the venom sac," Jiang Yining said, pointing casually to the massive, mountain-like corpse of the beast in the center of the tribal square.

Her fingertips, stained with thick beast blood, twitched slightly.

Fan Chenxin stepped forward with a clean piece of animal hide, intending to wipe the red and white stains off the back of her fair hand.

Jiang Yining pushed his wrist away without any mercy, not even giving the monk beside her a second glance.

"Now that the chieftain has witnessed my abilities, shouldn't we settle this deal?" Her purple-gold eyes pierced through the crowd and fixed on the chieftain of the Barbarian Stone Tribe, whose expression was unpredictable as he stood on the high platform.

The old patriarch, leaning on his bone staff, walked down the steps, and hundreds of body cultivators and guards around him stepped forward in unison.

A heavy aura of killing intent enveloped this small area, making it completely impenetrable.

"Madam Jiang wants to take away the ancient and barbaric spirit manual that has been passed down in my clan for hundreds of years, as well as the essence blood of this fourth-order earth dragon. Isn't that asking for the moon?"

The old patriarch's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and the fingers gripping the bone staff turned bluish-white from the force.

"This earth dragon's shell is as hard as iron. If it weren't for me, your tribe would have lost at least half of its elite troops today." Jiang Yining was completely unaffected by the murderous aura.

She casually brushed the dust off her cuffs.

"You'll only profit from this deal. If the clan leader feels it's a loss, I can take the method for extracting the essence blood with me and let this beast rot and decay in your hands."

Jiang Yining's words were cold and unyielding, and the oppressive feeling of a superior loomed over the old patriarch.

The old patriarch's face twitched a few times, but he ultimately succumbed to the intense, piercing gaze.

He waved his hand weakly, signaling the servant behind him to fetch the animal skin scroll containing the cultivation manual.

"Madam Jiang, you have quite the skills. I've lived most of my life and have never seen a woman with such extraordinary courage as you." The old clan chief handed over the yellowed animal skin scroll, his tone tinged with deep apprehension.

Jiang Yining reached out and took the scroll, then casually tossed it to Fan Chenxin, who was standing behind her.

"Crack." A crisp sound of bone breaking stood out starkly in the tense standoff.

Just as Hu Yanlie had arranged for someone to remove the earth dragon's thigh, he saw a furry little figure pounce on it.

Wu Bao Jiang Siyue held the earth dragon leg bone, which was taller than her, in her two chubby little hands.

The little girl opened her mouth, revealing a few white baby teeth, and bit down hard on the bone marrow wall that even refined steel couldn't break.

With a teeth-grinding cracking sound, she managed to gnaw a large gap into that seemingly indestructible leg bone.

Hot, viscous bone marrow dripped down her fair chin.

"This is really delicious, much chewier than the lotus seeds roasted by that bald uncle (๑´ㅂ๑)`."

While swallowing large gulps of the violent bone marrow that could burst an ordinary Body Tempering Realm martial artist, Wu Bao slapped the ground with its furry fox tail.

Her heterochromatic eyes were filled with the joy and satisfaction of eating delicious food.

Huyan Lie and the guards around him who were responsible for dismembering the body retreated in terror.

They have fought against wild beasts for years, but they have never seen a human cub swallow the marrow of a fourth-tier beast without exploding and dying.

"Young Master, don't be afraid. My Siyue has always had a good appetite since she was little. She won't eat your tribe out of house and home." Jiang Yining turned her head and looked at Huyan Lie's pale face, and said mockingly.

"Madam Jiang is too kind. This child is exceptionally talented and will surely become a peerless powerhouse renowned throughout the wilderness in the future." Hu Yanlie swallowed and forced a flattering smile.

His gaze lingered unconsciously on Jiang Yining's stunningly beautiful face, which was stained with a little blood, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and greed.

Fan Chenxin took in the whole scene, his broad and sturdy chest heaving violently a few times.

His large, well-defined hand gripped Jiang Yining's slender waist.

"You've got something dirty on you, you should go back inside and wash up." He didn't give Jiang Yining a chance to resist at all, and pressed his tall body forward.

Fan Chenxin scooped her up in his arms with an overbearing manner and strode towards the secluded stone house.

Hu Yanlie wanted to speak up to stop her, but he was rooted to the spot by Fan Chenxin's icy gaze, which was as cold as if she were looking at a dead man. A fine layer of cold sweat seeped out from his back.

The door to the stone house was kicked open and then slammed shut with a deafening thud.

Fan Chenxin supported Jiang Yining's back with one hand, grabbed a thick wooden stick from the side of the door, and used it to firmly block the door shut.

The room was dimly lit, and a giant stone tub in the corner was filled with boiling water, the rising steam making the whole room somewhat hazy.

"What's wrong with you? Put me down." Jiang Yining was getting annoyed by his indiscriminate brute force, and her nails dug into his strong forearm muscles.

Ignoring her resistance, Fan Chenxin strode to the bathtub and roughly stripped off her tattered robe, which was stained with beast blood.

His calloused hands gripped Jiang Yining's slender shoulders like iron clamps, pressing her into the scalding hot water.

Water splashed everywhere, wetting Fan Chenxin's coarse monk's robe, which clung tightly to his wild body covered with old scars.

"Do you know how dirty the body cultivator's eyes were when he looked at you?" Fan Chenxin's voice was hoarse as if he had swallowed coarse sand, and his rough fingertips traced down Jiang Yining's slender neck.

He scrubbed the snow-white skin, stained with beast blood, so hard that he almost ripped through the delicate skin.

"I'm just using him to obtain resources from the tribe. You're meddling way too much." Jiang Yining winced in pain and reached out to grab his wrist, trying to stop his almost self-destructive washing action.

The hot water churned between the two of them, and the temperature continued to rise.

Fan Chenxin grabbed her ten fingers with his backhand and raised her hands high, pressing them against the wet, slippery wooden board at the edge of the bathtub.

He bent down, his tall shadow completely enveloping Jiang Yining in the mist.

"I can't control who you use, but I will never allow his disgusting gaze to linger on you." Fan Chenxin, like a wild beast on the verge of losing control, forcefully squeezed between her legs underwater.

He kissed those red lips that always uttered cruel words without mercy, swallowing all her unfinished taunts.

Jiang Yining's struggles underwater created waves, but they couldn't shake the man's body, which was as steady as a mountain.

Fan Chenxin's breathing was heavy and hot, and his tongue pried open her teeth with a punishing force, wantonly plundering every inch of her breath.

Fan Chenxin guided the domineering blood and qi within his body, flowing along the skin that was closely connected between the two of them, continuously pouring into Jiang Yining's parched meridians.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet." Jiang Yining managed to utter a few words between breaths, the bloating sensation from being forcibly flushed by the foreign blood making her tremble uncontrollably.

"Even if I die, I will not stop." A sickly redness appeared at the corners of Fan Chenxin's eyes as her hands swam upwards along her slender waistline underwater.

Wherever he went, he left large, shocking red marks on that fair, snow-white skin.

The sound of water masked the unspeakable, ambiguous noises inside the stone house.

Jiang Yining's usually clear purple-gold eyes gradually became misty under the extreme temperature difference and the impact of blood and qi.

Her fingers, forcibly pressed against the wooden board, curled up helplessly, her fingertips tracing the rough wood grain, trying to find a foothold to lean on.

Fan Chenxin sensed her submissiveness and weakness, and the madness in his eyes gradually transformed into a morbid obsession.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth gently biting her throbbing pulse, his breath burning her earlobe.

"Once you're tainted by me, you can never let go."