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

The second military order, like a malignant tumor, suddenly burrowed into the bronze general's seal.

The nine grooves that were originally glowing with purple-gold light were instantly swallowed up by the dark silver blood pact.

The armored guards who had chased into the western tomb passage all stopped in their tracks.

The spears, held aloft in neat rows, remained suspended in mid-air, never thrusting out even a fraction further.

The sickening scraping sound of armor plates rubbing together came from outside the military tent.

Hundreds of guards faced half of the charred military flag, while the other half slowly turned their heads, their hollow helmets locking onto Jiang Yining.

With every inch the spear tip moved, a crack appeared in the withered tree totem on the military flag.

The soul fire within Cen Jin's breastplate shook violently as two diametrically opposed military orders tugged at the control of the army.

"The Blood Pact military order places those who possess the seal on the soul-testing list. Jiang Yining, the Blood Pursuit Seal within you will absolutely not pass this test."

Pei Yunji gripped the sword hilt with one hand, the blade pointing diagonally at the ground.

Jiang Yining did not touch the general's seal.

She used the purple-gold wood to tightly wrap the dark silver groove, preventing the military order from spreading further.

"Did Uncle Iron Shell mistake you for someone else?"

Jiang Siyue, holding the Fire Spirit Falcon, peeked halfway out from behind the heavy hammer, her fluffy fox ears twitching slightly.

Before the adults could come up with a solution, nine phantom white fox tails spread out from behind her.

The gentle yet domineering aura of the nine-tailed celestial fox spread along the tomb bricks, first striking the two armored guards who had entered the military tent.

The guard on the left raised his gun and aimed it at his companion's breastplate on the right, while the guard on the right also pressed the tip of his gun against his opponent's neck without hesitation.

The two wisps of blue-white soul fire stared at each other for a long time, and they recognized each other as the Pei family ancestor who stole the divine tree three thousand years ago.

The two suits of armor collided with a clang, each grabbing the other's neck, and both rolled to the ground.

The ranks outside the military tent instantly descended into chaos.

The front row held the back row in place, and the back row locked the front row in place, with spears crisscrossing to form a chaotic iron net.

Jiang Siyue covered the mouth of the Fire Spirit Falcon, blinked her big eyes, and successfully kept these dead people from understanding.

But in that brief moment of respite, something unexpected happened.

Fire Spirit Falcon stared at the dark silver fire patterns emerging from the seal, its round eyes widening.

It suddenly broke free from Jiang Siyue's hand, spread its wings, and bit the fire line on the seal with its sharp beak.

The bronze seal was forcibly torn off and flew directly into the bird's beak.

The Fire Spirit Falcon was thrown downwards by the weight, its wings flapping frantically as it flew crookedly, skimming the top of the military tent.

"Get it back!"

Jiang Yining shouted coldly, and the Purple-Gold Demon Vine shot out instantly.

The fat bird nimbly turned in the air, narrowly avoiding the tip of the vine.

Lou Xiaotian reacted extremely quickly, using his Overlord Spear to lift three green vines, flanking from the left, right, and above.

The fire falcon thought someone was trying to steal its toy, so it flapped its wings even more vigorously.

It swooped down and burrowed through the vines, its massive body brushing against Lou Xiaotian's shoulder armor, its tail feathers sweeping dust from his face.

"This bird flies erratically; trying to catch it will hurt its wings."

Lou Xiaotian spat out the ash from his mouth and retracted the green vine.

As the general's seal moved, the armored guards outside the military tent all turned around in unison.

Hundreds of armored vehicles followed behind a fat bird, raising their guns in perfect unison.

Cen Jin's soul fire was suppressed to a very low level, clearly he was furious at the scene: "The ancient decree did not say that the temporary tomb guardian must be a human."

Fan Chenxin did not draw his sword.

A large expanse of dark golden Buddhist light surged from his palm, weaving into a soft, long net that stretched from the entrance of the military tent all the way to Jiang Siyue's feet.

"Don't chase it, make the vines back off."

Fan Chenxin's voice was calm and steady.

Seeing that there was no longer any obstruction ahead, and attracted by the glowing golden net on the ground, the Fire Spirit Falcon finally lowered its altitude.

It slid down the golden net, carrying the general's seal that was bigger than its own head, and rolled out of the edge of the golden net.

As luck would have it, the fat bird crashed headfirst into the stone door of the main tomb.

The seal in its mouth struck the stone wall and fit perfectly into the highest groove.

Nine bronze lines instantly pierced through the entire stone door.

The ground of the military tent shook violently, and the two heavy stone doors slowly slid open to the sides.

A strong, pungent smell of blood, accumulated over three thousand years, rushed towards her, instantly detonating the Blood Chasing Mark on Jiang Yining's waist!

"Ugh..." Jiang Yining's body trembled violently, feeling a hot and unfamiliar heat rush down her slender waist to her lower abdomen, causing a tingling sensation wherever it went.

Her legs went weak instantly, and with a soft cry, she fell backward uncontrollably.

Fan Chenxin strode forward and wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

The veins on his arms bulged as he held her tightly against his burning chest.

"Don't be afraid, leave it to me."

He looked at her pale neck, flushed pink from pain and heat.

His large, calloused hands roamed over her delicate waist, trying to suppress the restlessness within her with Buddhist chanting.

Lou Xiaotian was not to be outdone. His tall frame approached, and he directly grasped her other soft, boneless hand. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was frighteningly hoarse: "Look at me."

Jiang Yining's dark outer robe partially concealed her body, with the collar slightly open.

With her rapid breathing, her full curves outlined a breathtaking silhouette, the taut fabric seeming as if it might tear at any moment.

Tears welled in her eyes, and her remaining rationality desperately shook her head, resisting the waves of heat that surged towards her.

Jiang Yining, barely maintaining a sliver of clarity, scooped up the rolling Fire Spirit Falcon and handed it back to Jiang Siyue.

The stone gate opened completely, and a black stone tablet, three zhang tall, slowly rose from the ground.

The surface of the stele was originally empty, but as Jiang Yining's toes approached the threshold, the dark silver ancient characters, like bloodthirsty vines, quickly climbed up from the bottom.

Pei Yunji stepped forward with his sword drawn, his gaze sweeping aggressively over her flushed cheeks and flat stomach, barely suppressing the flutter in his heart.

The moment the sword tip lifted a wisp of light from the monument, the young master's ancestral mark was struck by a sharp, burning pain.

He abruptly stepped back half a step, and the ancient text stopped growing.

In the center of the monument, a dark silver figure gradually emerges, kneeling under a withered tree.

Chu Ling Shuang dragged the heavy hammer backwards, completely shielding the child behind her.

"What's this broken tombstone up to now?"

"This is the blood test marker."

Pei Yunji's face was extremely ugly as he stared at the death row inmate. "The main tomb entrance has a separate blood pact; it doesn't recognize the general's seal."

"The first person to cross this threshold will be forcibly written into the crime of stealing wood from three thousand years ago by the blood-testing stele."

"The Tomb Guardians and the Spirit Extinction Spear Formation will treat this person as a death row inmate, and fight to the death."

Jiang Yining stood outside the threshold, the Bloodstained Mark on her waist faintly burning.

The door opened, but it was a dead end.