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

The purple-gold light flowed endlessly in the dim stone house, making the rough stone walls appear as clear as glass.

Jiang Yining sat cross-legged on a large stone bed covered with fire fox fur, her eyes closed, guiding the extremely violent earth dragon essence blood within her body according to the route of the "Savage Ancient Spirit Technique".

The pain was constant, like someone was pulling back and forth in her meridians with a rusty saw.

She bit her lower lip tightly, and even though her lips were bitten until they bled, she didn't let out a single muffled groan of pain.

The Myriad Spirits Divine Tree, dormant deep within the dantian, sensed the energy of this high-level beast and immediately extended countless thin, hair-like purple-gold vines, greedily plunging into the boiling essence blood.

Those frenzied impurities that would have caused an ordinary body cultivator to explode and die were mercilessly crushed and stripped away by the divine tree, leaving only the purest chaotic vitality to nourish Jiang Yining's Dao foundation.

A layer of lustrous light spread along her bones to her skin, and the skin that had been somewhat pale due to the poisonous fire of the divine realm now regained its amazing jade-like texture.

The barrier of the early stage of the Qi and Blood Realm shattered under the frenzied devouring of the Divine Tree.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced straight into the house through the broken cracks in the stone roof.

Jiang Yining slowly opened her beautiful purple-gold eyes, exhaled a long breath of foul air tinged with blood, and her tense back finally went limp as if all her strength had given way.

Fan Chenxin carried a bowl of crushed, bluish-brown herbal paste to the bedside and knelt on one knee on the ground covered with dry grass.

He held a snow-white animal hide inner armor with a very high collar in his hand, his eyes fixed intently on Jiang Yining's collarbone and neck, which were covered with mottled red marks.

Last night's brutal dual cultivation, which was almost like plunder, helped her stabilize her meridians for absorbing the earth dragon's essence blood, but it also left too much evidence of her sins that could not be exposed.

"This garment is too tight; it's making it hard for me to breathe." Jiang Yining frowned slightly as she looked at the inner armor that almost covered her chin and reached out to push it away.

"You have to wear this. The wind and sand outside are strong and will hurt your newly grown skin." Ignoring her resistance, Fan Chenxin forcefully grabbed her arm.

He slipped the inner armor, which had a faint scent of herbs and wood, onto her body with incredibly gentle movements, as if afraid of hurting her in the slightest.

Fan Chenxin used her rough fingertips to pick up a little herbal juice and carefully applied it to the hickeys that couldn't be completely covered by her collar.

The cool medicinal liquid and his scalding fingertips glided alternately across his skin, creating a strange, tingling sensation that made his scalp tingle.

His eyes gleamed with a greedy lust, and his guilty conscience, yet irresistible urge to cause trouble again, ignited a nameless anger within Jiang Yining.

"If you look at me like that again, I'll dump this bowl of medicine all over your proud face (ºʖº)." Jiang Yining pinched his arm muscle without any politeness.

Instead of getting angry, Fan Chenxin took the opportunity to place her palm on her warm cheek.

"Deduct it as long as you're happy." His eyes, which were always devoid of joy or sorrow, were now filled only with her reflection.

Suddenly, a series of heavy and hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

"Madam Jiang, are you up yet? I've had the kitchen prepare a pot of high-grade beast meat soup that's incredibly nourishing. Drink it while it's hot for maximum health benefits." Hu Yanlie's gruff voice rang out from outside the door, as he held a huge, steaming stone bowl in his hand.

The warmth on Fan Chenxin's face vanished instantly, replaced by an impenetrable layer of frost.

He stood up and walked to the door, but instead of fully opening the rickety wooden door, he only pushed it open a crack just wide enough for one person to pass through sideways.

His tall, imposing figure, like an iron tower, firmly blocked the doorway, his broad shoulders completely obscuring the bright spring light inside and the woman's figure.

"My wife has just broken through to the next realm and needs to rest. Young Master, the timing of this soup is really inappropriate." Fan Chenxin looked down at Hu Yanlie, his tone flat and without any fluctuation, yet it carried an absolute sense of territorial declaration.

Hu Yanlie was enraged by his hostile attitude and tried to force the door open, but found that the other man's hand on the door frame was as steady as a rock, and no matter how much he mobilized his qi and blood, he could not budge it in the slightest.

"What right do you, piece of trash, have to stop this young master? Get out of my way!" Hu Yanlie cursed in a low voice, veins bulging on his forehead.

Just as the two were secretly competing, a slender, fair hand reached out from behind Fan Chenxin and gently rested on the edge of the wooden door.

Jiang Yining, wearing a large fire fox robe, slowly walked out of Fan Chenxin's shadow.

"Young Master, you've gone to so much trouble. This soup does smell delicious." A gentle smile played on her lips as she reached out to take the scalding hot stone bowl, overcoming Fan Chenxin's obstruction.

The wide sleeves slid down an inch as she raised her hand.

Hu Yanlie was about to take the opportunity to exchange a few pleasantries when his gaze suddenly became fixed on the exposed section of her snow-white wrist.

On that delicate, jade-like skin, several striking bluish-purple finger marks were clearly imprinted, the shapes of which were obviously marks left by a man's large hand gripping her tightly.

Hu Yanlie's smile shattered instantly, his rugged face turning deathly pale. All his love and fantasies turned into an unbearable bitterness and embarrassment.

How could he not understand what kind of intense struggle had taken place in this stone house last night?

"Since my wife likes it, then drink more. I... I still have some miscellaneous matters to attend to in my tribe, so I won't bother you any longer." Hu Yanlie stammered out these words, then turned and fled in a panic, even his back view exuding a sense of defeat and wretchedness.

Seeing her rival's crushing defeat, Fan Chenxin's tense jawline finally relaxed a bit, and she turned around and closed the wooden door tightly again.

"What's wrong? Looking at his distraught appearance, are you feeling quite smug, monk?" Jiang Yining carried the stone bowl to the table and casually stirred the churning meat inside with a spoon.

Fan Chenxin stepped forward, took the spoon from her hand, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and fed it to her.

"He doesn't deserve to look at you. This soup in the bowl is just a way of offering you something he didn't deserve. If you want some, I'll go to the wilderness every day to hunt even higher-level beasts for you."

Just as the two were arguing inside the house, the chieftain's trusted guards hurriedly ran outside to announce their arrival.

"Madam Jiang, the clan leader requests your presence in the council hall. In ten days, Tianhuang City will host the once-in-a-decade 'Hundred Cities Beast Battle Tournament.' The prize this time is the opportunity to enter the Tianhuang Secret Realm and obtain the bloodline of an ancient beast. The clan leader would like you to lead the team there."

Jiang Yining swallowed the meat soup in her mouth, and a sharp, calculating glint flashed in her purple-gold eyes.

The bloodline of an ancient beast was like a piece of meat delivered right to her mouth, as she desperately needed a huge amount of energy to awaken the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree and restore her semi-saint cultivation.

"The Barbarian Stone Tribe has been exploited by several large surrounding tribes for the past few years to the point where they can't even get enough to eat. This old guy wants to use me to turn the tables in Tianhuang City." Jiang Yining scoffed and made a decision immediately.

She slammed the stone bowl she was holding onto the table and turned to get the windproof cloak hanging on the wall.

"Tidy up the things in this room, and go call April back. We'll be going to the council hall in a bit. I'll take this job." Jiang Yining gave instructions to Fan Chenxin methodically while tying the belt of her cloak.

Looking at her decisive and authoritative demeanor, Fan Chenxin felt a surge of desire to submit within her.

"Tianhuang City is a mixed bag, and Huyan Lie will definitely be there too. Do you really want to bring him along as a burden?" Fan Chenxin put away the empty bowl, her tone full of reluctance.

Jiang Yining walked to the door, reached out and pushed open the dilapidated wooden door. The dazzling sunlight instantly poured in, gilding her beautiful profile with a golden edge.

"Young Master, why look at me like that? I've said it before, in the end, it all comes down to who has the longer chopsticks to grab the meat in this bowl."