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

"At least enough to sever your empty shell of ancestral fire."

Fan Chenxin's voice was low and hoarse, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the knife bulged out. The dark golden Buddhist light forcefully resisted the pressure of the half-saint that was about to hit him.

Jiang Yining didn't have time to look at his glint of a blade.

The Blood-Chasing Mark on her side was incredibly hot, and the dark silver veins of the leaves seemed like living insects, desperately trying to burrow into the depths of her dantian.

The purple-gold wood energy transformed into countless tiny spikes, tightly gripping the elder's blood belonging to Pei Henian, dragging it out bit by bit.

With each half-inch pulled out, the right main vein felt like it was being sawed back and forth by a blunt knife.

She clenched her teeth, and tasted a strong metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

Cold sweat slid down his pale chin, dripping onto his dark clothes and instantly staining them with a dark color.

"The seventh time."

She silently counted the number of times the blood-mark pulsed in her mind.

Lou Xiaotian stood a few steps away, his life-protecting blood pact activated, and the green vine on his chest began to burn.

His jaw tightened, and he took half a step forward, gripping the Overlord Spear.

Before his heels even touched the ground, a purple-gold demonic vine shot out like a venomous snake, precisely wrapping around his wrist and pulling him sharply backward.

"Go back."

Jiang Yining didn't turn her head, her voice trembling slightly with suppressed emotion, yet revealing an undeniable strength.

Lou Xiaotian froze on the spot, his gaze fixed on her back, which trembled slightly from the pain. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he didn't dare to break her rules.

The bloodline finally left the body the moment the ninth jump landed.

A fresh bloodstain appeared on Jiang Yining's right side meridian. Without stopping, she slammed the dark silver bloodstain into the charred military flag.

The withered tree totem instantly came back to life, and dark silver fire patterns instantly covered the flag.

She grabbed the bronze seal and slammed it heavily onto the center of the wooden table.

The purple-gold wood energy poured wildly into the nine grooves, causing the entire military tent to shake violently.

"The first level of military order: No member of the Pei family is permitted to forcibly enter the forbidden area of ​​the main tomb without the permission of the tomb guardian."

Jiang Yining speaks very quickly.

The sound of armor plates rubbing together outside the tent suddenly exploded.

Hundreds of armored guards stopped in their tracks, their empty helmets all turning toward Pei Henian's projection.

"Second-level military order: This person stole the guardian sacred wood and used ancestral fire to damage the core of the tomb-guarding array."

The fire pattern imprinted on it was like an iron nail, directly nailing Pei Henian's ancestral bloodline to the center of the withered tree totem.

"The third level of military orders, with evidence of enemy bloodshed, are all here. General Cen Jin, please verify the military crimes."

She flipped her wrist, locking the seal completely into the groove of the wooden table.

Cen Jin's empty iron armor suddenly rose higher, and the tattered military flag fluttered in the wind.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pointed the flagpole directly at the dark red fire outside the tent.

The Xuanjia Army has moved.

Thousands of spears, wreathed in bluish-white soul fire, locked onto Pei Henian.

Pei Henian was filled with shock and anger. The projection reached out to grab the general's seal, but more than a dozen spears had already pierced through his shoulder and chest without any mercy.

The crimson ancestral fire surged upwards along the spear shaft, but it couldn't melt the rotten iron that carried three thousand years of resentment.

The spears continued to thrust in, tearing Pei Henian's projection to shreds.

He tried to stabilize Huo Shu, but the Xuanjia Army completely ignored his pressure and directly followed his ancestral blood connection, turning around and killing their way to the west side of the tomb passage.

The dead were preparing to dismantle their way back to their ancestral home along the fire line.

"Jiang Yining, do you think you can escape with this junk?"

Pei Henian's angry roar squeezed out from the gap in the fire hub.

The dark red fire line began to collapse over a large area.

In order to save the ancestral hall, Pei Henian had no choice but to personally sever the projection.

The oppressive aura of the demigod vanished as the flames died down, receding completely like the tide.

Jiang Yining swayed as if she had lost all her strength, and the magic vine quickly wrapped around the edge of the table to steady herself.

She caught her breath and turned to walk towards Chu Ling Shuang's crimson hammer.

Jiang Siyue hid behind the heavy hammer, tightly hugging the Fire Spirit Falcon that had gotten a bit fatter.

Jiang Yining squatted down and hugged her daughter.

The little girl's soft arms immediately wrapped around her neck, and the milky scent dispelled some of the smell of blood.

"Does your ear hurt? Can you still move your hands and feet on your own?"

She touched the back of her daughter's neck, letting a wisp of warm, woody energy travel through it.

Jiang Siyue shook her head and raised the Fire Spirit Falcon a little higher.

The fat bird was quite frightened by the oppressive aura; it lost a few red feathers and was now drooping its head, pretending to be dead.

After confirming that the child's meridians were not disordered, Jiang Yining stood up and glanced at the three men in the military tent.

Fan Chenxin was the first to walk over.

He leaned against the stone pillar, his black sword already sheathed.

His left hand hung down inside the wide sleeve of his robe, and his posture looked somewhat stiff.

Without saying a word, Jiang Yining reached out and grabbed his wrist, ignoring his attempts to dodge, and forcibly pulled his hand away.

The skin and flesh of his palm were torn and charred black, and even the dark golden Buddha bone revealed a small crack, with blood constantly seeping from the edges.

He had just withstood the attack from the half-saint, and his hand was almost ruined.

"You were quite capable when you were blocking the fire, but now you know how to hide it?"

She took out a bottle of Qingling Spring water and poured it directly onto the charred wound.

Blood mixed with spring water splashed onto the tomb bricks.

Fan Chenxin's jaw tightened, letting her do as she pleased.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on her sweat-dampened temples, his breathing gradually becoming heavier, and the rise and fall of his chest becoming noticeably larger.

"I only cut off the outermost fire core, preventing the ancestral fire from burning into the heart meridian."

He began to explain, his voice hoarse with suppressed emotion, as if trying to appease him.

"If it goes in another half an inch, you won't be able to hold the knife steady."

Jiang Yining dripped the meridian-repairing medicine onto the crack in the Buddha's bone, then tore off a clean strip of cloth and wrapped it around his palm.

As she tied the knot, her fingertips brushed against his pulse point, seemingly unintentionally.

Fan Chenxin's arm muscles twitched suddenly, and he restrained himself from grabbing her hand back.

A loud cough came from the side.

Lou Xiaotian leaned against the other side, holding the Overlord Spear in one hand, and ripped open most of his clothes, revealing his firm and full chest.

Just now, the blood pact protecting his life backfired, and the green vine on his chest split open in two places. The blood dried on his wheat-colored skin, which looked quite frightening.

"My Green Wood Shield is also shattered in three layers. Miss Jiang, shouldn't you save me a couple of drops of this medicine?"

His tone carried his usual roguishness, but his eyes were fixed on Jiang Yining's hand as she bandaged Fan Chenxin's hand, and he was practically drooling with envy.

Jiang Yining walked over, coldly glancing at his wide-open collar, and saw through his trick at a glance.

"Use as many drops of the Brahma Heart as you want. Don't try to test my limits with your injuries."

She slapped the cloth soaked in medicine directly onto his chest, the movement swift and without a trace of pity.

The medicine seeped into the wound, causing excruciating pain.

Lou Xiaotian gasped and pressed down on the back of her hand.

His palms were warm, calloused from years of holding guns, and pressed against her fingers through the strip of cloth.

"I didn't test you."

He leaned closer, his voice low, his warm breath brushing against her neck, "I just can't stand how attentive you are to him."

"Then wipe it yourself."

Jiang Yining withdrew her hand, and the magic vines on her sleeves pretended to bind him.

Lou Xiaotian immediately let go, pressed the medicine cloth down himself, and obediently shut his mouth.

He knew her temper; if he really angered her, this woman could hang him upside down outside the military tent and let him get some fresh air.

Pei Yunji stood in the far corner.

The ancestral mark of the young master on the back of his hand turned ashen.

Just now, in order to divert the fire, he deliberately bled himself, which damaged his foundation.

Jiang Yining walked over and poured the last bit of medicine from the bottle onto the edge of his ancestral mark.

The purple-gold wood energy enveloped the medicinal liquid and slowly pushed it inward.

Pei Yunji didn't dodge; his lowered eyelashes concealed his emotions, and his gaze was focused on her fingers.

The grayish-white ancestral patterns, nourished by the wood's energy, gradually regained their dark silver luster.

"I didn't let the fire enter my heart."

He spoke, his voice cold and clear, exactly the same as Fan Chenxin's explanation just now.

Jiang Yining withdrew her hand and threw the empty medicine bottle on the ground with a crisp sound.

"The three of you are quite in sync today, you've all learned to test the rules with your lives."

She dusted off her hands and coldly swept her gaze over the three of them. "This is a one-time exception. If anyone dares to burn their source energy behind my back again, I won't even bother to give them medicine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bronze seal on the wooden table suddenly began to vibrate violently.

Pei Henian's sinister voice seeped into the military tent through the gap in the tomb roof that was not yet completely closed, carrying endless resentment.

"You can mobilize the garrison, but you don't know that there is a second military order hidden in that general's seal."