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

Jiang Yining sat upright in the spacious bone-carved carriage pulled by four giant sand beasts.

She casually tossed the animal hide map in her hand onto the low table covered with thick, soft fox fur.

The wheels made a dull, rough sound as they rolled over the gravel in the wilderness.

The swirling, yellowish sandstorm was completely kept out of the thick felt curtains of the carriage.

Fan Chenxin did not stay in the sheltered carriage.

He sat stubbornly on the swaying carriage shaft, wearing only the coarse cloth monk's robe that had been torn to shreds in the battle.

He let the fierce wind, mixed with sharp pebbles, pound against his strong chest, which was as strong as if cast in bronze and iron.

His large, calloused hands gripped the edge of the car door tightly.

His eyes gleamed with the ferocity of a lone wolf, keeping all the sandstorms and strange beasts that tried to approach the carriage at bay.

"You monk, you don't seem to mind suffering, standing outside in the wind like this makes me look like a cruel and miserly landlord."

Jiang Yining lifted half of the carriage curtain.

Her gaze fell on the man's back, which was covered with tiny scratches from the wind and sand, yet remained upright and broad.

Fan Chenxin turned her head when she heard the sound.

The wariness and ferocity in his eyes vanished instantly, and his fingertips gently caressed the rough wooden shaft of the cart.

"I am your protector, and it is my duty to shield you from the hardships of this world."

"As long as you don't push me to someone else, I'd be willing to roll on a mountain of knives several times."

As Fan Chenxin spoke, she moved her body closer to the wind.

She was afraid that even a speck of sand would blow into the carriage and dirty the hem of her clothes.

Jiang Yining chuckled but didn't reply.

She picked up a Crimson Blood Fruit from the fruit plate on the table and held it to Wu Bao's mouth, who was snoring on her lap.

The little girl, still half asleep, opened her mouth, bit into the fruit, and swallowed it whole without even spitting out the pit.

The fluffy fox tail swept back and forth on the carriage floor.

Huyan Lie, who was leading the way on his blue-armored rhinoceros, slowed down.

He deliberately moved closer to the side of the carriage, wanting to strike up a conversation with Jiang Yining through the curtain.

"Jiang Niangzi still felt stuffy in the carriage. Black Wind Canyon is just five miles ahead."

"That place is perpetually dark and teeming with poisonous creatures, so you and the child must never stick your heads out."

Hu Yanlie loudly flattered him in a rough voice.

His eyes kept glancing into the slightly parted curtain of the carriage.

Fan Chenxin's usually cold face was instantly covered with frost.

He stepped directly to block Huyan Lie's probing gaze.

His large, well-defined hand rested on the hilt of the broken sword he always carried at his waist.

"My wife is doing very well, so there's no need for Young Master Huyan to worry about her."

"You should keep an eye on the road ahead and make sure the convoy doesn't get into a trap."

Fan Chenxin's tone carried an undisguised sense of rejection.

The terrifying Vajra Qi and Blood that had settled out after the Mahayana Buddhist practice shifted to physical cultivation swept over him along his line of sight.

Huyan Lie was forced to take two steps back, along with his mount, by this invisible pressure.

He gritted his teeth, still wanting to argue, when a chilling hissing sound came from the entrance to the canyon ahead.

The entire Black Wind Canyon was trembling violently.

Large shards of black gravel tumbled down from mid-air, striking the unsuspecting elite guards of the Barbarian Stone Tribe.

Three black-armored venomous pythons, each over five zhang long, darted out from a hidden crack in the rock wall.

The jet-black scales gleamed with a fishy, ​​foul luster in the dim light.

The five Qi and Blood Realm guards at the front didn't even have time to draw their bone knives.

It was then bitten in two by the largest venomous python in the lead, which opened its blood-red maw.

Hot blood sprayed onto the dry sand.

"Quickly form a defensive formation! This is a peak third-tier Black Armored Poisonous Python! Raise all your shields!"

Huyan Lie drew his long sword.

He channeled all his energy and blood towards the ferocious beast that was devouring the guarding corpse.

The python's thick, powerful tail swept across with a sharp gust of wind.

He sent Huyan Lie and the heavy, armored rhinoceros flying together.

The man and the beast crashed heavily against the rock wall, leaving a deep crater.

The caravan of the Barbarian Stone Tribe was instantly thrown into chaos.

Those proud physical warriors had no chance to fight back when faced with this tough-skinned and highly venomous beast.

Jiang Yining lifted the curtain and stepped out of the dimly lit carriage.

She stood atop the high carriage shaft, her purple-gold eyes coldly observing the horrific massacre without even blinking.

Long, slender, white fingers emerged from the wide sleeves, casually smoothing the wind-blown ruffles at her temples.

"How long are you going to sit in the car before you go and get the gallbladder out of that biggest venomous python?"

"In April, I was clamoring to eat something bitter to cut through the richness of the food."

Jiang Yining turned her head to look at Fan Chenxin, who was guarding her side.

In her words, she completely regarded this man as her sharpest and most handy weapon.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fan Chenxin jumped off the carriage shaft.

His tall and imposing figure drew a powerful arc in mid-air.

Instead of drawing his sword, he simply tore off the hem of the monk's robe that was in the way.

His strong arms were covered with dark gold totems and old scars.

The largest black-armored venomous python flicked its scarlet forked tongue.

It shook off the pesky stone guards and opened its massive maw, dripping with green venom, to bite the reckless human.

Fan Chenxin braved the foul wind and pressed forward.

Just as the fangs were about to pierce his flesh, his calloused, rough hand reached out at an incredible angle.

With his left hand gripping the python's smooth, hard upper jaw, he bent the five fingers of his right hand into a claw.

With its terrifying Vajra Qi and Blood, it forcefully pierced through the softest flesh of the venomous python's lower jaw, firmly locking the two thick bones.

The venomous python writhed its massive body wildly.

They tried to suffocate the man with force enough to crush steel.

Fan Chenxin let out a low growl, and the muscles on his arms bulged high.

The veins bulged out like gnarled tree roots.

Despite the immense strangulation force of the venomous python, he managed to tear its gaping maw apart.

Hot, foul-smelling snake blood cascaded down like a waterfall, completely staining Fan Chenxin's resolute and handsome face a dark red.

He gave the beast no chance to catch its breath, twisting it forcefully with both hands.

With a crisp cracking sound, the python's enormous head slumped down limply.

Fan Chenxin stood amidst a mountain of snake corpses.

He reached out and pierced the scales at the seven-inch mark of the venomous python, pulling out a gall bladder that emitted a rich, bloody red light.

He turned around and strode to Jiang Yining's car, presenting the item with both hands.

The guards of the Barbarian Stone Tribe who had escaped death were all dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that this monk, who seemed to only know how to serve tea and water to women, actually possessed such savage and terrifying fighting power?

Hu Yanlie, clutching his broken ribs, crawled out of the rubble.

Before he could thank Jiang Yining, a deafening sound of strange beast hooves suddenly came from behind the canyon.

Dozens of knights clad in fine iron armor rode tall, fiery red horses and roared in.

This completely blocked the already congested canyon passage.

The young man leading the group, dressed in magnificent brocade, was playing with a small, brightly colored venomous snake that was his companion.

His gaze swept contemptuously over the mess on the ground, finally settling on the still-dripping snake gall in Fan Chenxin's hand.

"I wondered who was making such a commotion in Black Wind Canyon. It turns out it was those uncivilized barbarians from the Barbarian Stone Tribe."

"You guys are lucky, you've saved me the trouble of personally slaughtering snakes."

Zhang Kuang is the young master of the Zhang family, one of the four major families in Tianhuang City.

He pointed his riding whip at Fan Chenxin's blood-stained face.

"Wrap up that third-tier snake gall and the venomous python's core and send them over. My mount just needs some nourishment."

"This thing is mine now."

Zhang Kuang threw his head back and laughed wildly.

The iron cavalry behind them also joined in with unrestrained mockery.

The killing intent in Fan Chen's eyes surged instantly.

He was about to hand the snake gall to Jiang Yining to snap Zhang Kuang's neck when a calm gaze stopped him.

Jiang Yining pulled her fire fox cloak tighter around herself.

She looked down at the arrogant and domineering young master of the Zhang family, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Young Master Zhang, you have quite the airs. You think you can just snatch away what others have earned with a few words?"

"Are all the rules of Tianhuang City set by your Zhang family?"

Jiang Yining's voice is clear, cool, and pleasant.

Yet it carries a sense of oppressive authority that could pierce your eardrums.

Zhang Kuang then noticed Jiang Yining standing on the carriage shaft.

Her beautiful and refined face caught his eye, and his greed swelled even more.

"The rules of Tianhuang City are naturally set by the strong. You, young lady, are quite striking in appearance."

"Why not get rid of that stinking barbarian and come back with me to enjoy a life of luxury?"

Zhang Kuang urged his crimson horse forward a few steps.

He reached out with his riding whip to lift Jiang Yining's chin.

The colorful venomous snake in his hand crawled up the whip to the very front, flicking its tongue and hissing menacingly.

Just when the venomous snake was still half a foot away from Jiang Yining.

Suddenly, a chubby, fair hand reached out from behind Jiang Yining and grabbed the snake by its vital spot.

Wu Baojiang emerged from the carriage in April, yawning.

He gripped the highly poisonous substance, which would be fatal to an ordinary person, with both hands as if it were an ordinary rope.

She looked at the still writhing venomous snake in her hand with some disdain.

He swung the cart shaft twice with force.

"Mommy, this colorful rope isn't fun at all; it even spits!"

The little girl complained in a childish voice.

He casually tied the venomous snake, which had been flung around in a daze, into a tight knot.

Zhang Kuang watched as his carefully raised, third-tier companion venomous snake, used for self-defense, was casually kneaded and rubbed like a toy by a three-year-old child.

Terrified, he turned pale and pulled on the reins, taking several steps backward.

The iron cavalry guards behind him, who had been joining the commotion, also drew their weapons.

They stared at the delicate, beautiful little girl, who was barely taller than their thighs, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Jiang Yining reached out and touched Wu Bao's soft hair.

His beautiful, dignified eyes met once again with the arrogant face filled with terror.

"If Young Master Zhang is afraid of even a toy in a child's hand, you might as well go home and nurse at the Hundred Cities Conference."