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

When Yun Zhongce fell, the folding fan in his hand hadn't been closed yet.

The golden-silk white robe was half-blown open by the shockwave from the backlash of the Qiankun Cover, and the hidden wound on his chest burst into a purplish-black bruise. He crashed into a pile of rubble, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth to his ears.

Jiang Yining stepped over the cracked stones and squatted down to check his pulse.

His heart meridian was misaligned, four of his meridians were broken, his Myriad Treasures Bone was completely depleted, and his spiritual energy was as empty as a dried-up riverbed.

If we had waited any longer, he would have been gone.

She raised her hand, and the purple-gold wood energy seeped into his body from her palm, first repairing the broken heart meridian.

A muffled thud came from behind.

Xie Wuwang knelt on one knee, his left arm hanging down, his entire arm from shoulder to fingertips covered in deep purple poisonous markings, his face deathly pale, and his hand holding the empty wine jug trembling.

He stubbornly refused to lie down, his bloodshot dark purple eyes fixed on Jiang Yining's back as she squatted beside Yun Zhongce.

"Treat me first... heal me first."

"You won't die."

"So he can just die?"

"His heart meridian is misaligned; you're just experiencing a poisoning episode."

Xie Wuwang opened his mouth, but before he could catch his breath, he fell forward and landed face down on the gravel ground.

Jiang Yining glanced back to confirm that he had simply fainted from exhaustion and that the poison had entered his heart meridian before continuing to send the wood energy into Yun Zhongce's body.

Qian Yong, along with two of his men, stood trembling like sieves in the distance, and reluctantly approached.

"The young master..."

"He's not dead. Help me carry him back to the inn, prepare a clean room, make sure there's plenty of hot water, and I'll prepare the elixir myself."

She stood up, glanced at Xie Wuwang lying on the ground, bent down, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and hoisted the 180-pound man onto her shoulder.

Qian Yong's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched, but a single look from her froze him in place.

"Mind your own business, I'll move this myself."

On the second floor of the inn, there are two adjacent side rooms.

Yun Zhongce was placed in the room on the left, while Xie Wuwang was thrown into the room on the right.

Jiang Yining ran back and forth in the corridor seven times. First, she used the essence of the Myriad Spirits Divine Wood to perform a second suture on Yun Zhongce's heart meridian. Then, she turned around and went into the room on the right to turn Xie Wuwang's left arm over to suppress the poison.

When the purple-gold wood energy was poured in, Xie Wuwang frowned slightly in his unconscious state and mumbled something incoherently.

"No...don't go looking for that fox..."

Jiang Yining didn't stop working. Her gaze swept over the cold sweat seeping from his forehead. She took out a clean handkerchief from her storage ring and wiped the sweat away for him.

The movements were very gentle; the hand stopped as soon as it was wiped.

She shuttled back and forth between the two rooms, busy until the moon hung high in the sky.

Yun Zhongce was the first to wake up.

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to touch his chest, then his pulse, and then he sprang up from the bed, his peach blossom eyes wide open.

"What's this in my meridians?"

Jiang Yining was sitting at the table grinding medicinal powder, without even looking up.

"Your Myriad Treasures Bone was overdrawn, leaving cracks. I used wood energy to create a temporary spiritual vein bridge and also cleared the three blocked auxiliary veins for you."

"smoothly?"

Yun Zhongce stared at his palm, circulated his spiritual energy, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"How come my cultivation level is half a level higher than before I fainted?"

"Your three auxiliary meridians have been blocked for too long, hindering the flow of spiritual energy. Once they are unblocked, your cultivation level will naturally increase. It has little to do with me."

"It has nothing to do with you?" He rolled out of bed, walked to her, bent down, and brought his face close to hers. "You used your own essence to bridge my spiritual veins, and my cultivation level rose by half a level as a result. You're saying it has nothing to do with you?"

"If you don't like it, just spit out that half-step."

Yun Zhongce's lips moved twice, but he didn't retaliate.

He leaned against the edge of the table, his hands supporting him on the surface, looking down at her profile as she prepared the medicine.

Her fingertips were covered in medicine powder, her wrists were wrapped in gauze, her complexion wasn't good, and the wide belt around her waist was wrapped half a circle longer than it had been during the day.

"Jiang Yining".

"Um."

"You saved me."

"You took a spear for me too."

"It was business for me to block that spear."

"Then saving you is also a business deal. The client with 40 million can't die. If he dies, who will pay me the final payment?"

He stared into her eyes for three breaths, then suddenly chuckled.

That smile was different from his usual one; it lacked shrewdness and calculation, it was just a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, as if he couldn't do anything about it.

The door was kicked open.

Xie Wuwang stood at the doorway, leaning against the door frame. The poisonous markings on his left arm had not completely faded, his face was pale, his hair was disheveled, and he looked utterly wretched.

But those dark purple eyes shone with a frightening light, brimming with overwhelming jealousy.

"Jiang Yining".

"You should lie down."

"I woke up to find no one beside me, but the next room was bustling with noise. Do you think I could stay in bed like that?"

He stepped in, his gaze landing on Yun Zhongce, who was leaning against the table.

"How come you're still alive?"

Yun Zhongce straightened his collar: "You didn't die either, did you?"

"What does it matter to you if I'm tough?"

"I'm tough, and it has nothing to do with you."

The two men stared at each other across a table, the air thick with the tension that seemed almost palpable.

Xie Wuwang let out a cold laugh through his nose, stepped around the table and walked to Yun Zhongce, then kicked him.

Yun Zhongce, a cultivator at the late stage of the True Immortal Realm, was now completely drained of spiritual energy. He was kicked to the ground, his back hitting the leg of a chair, which then tipped over.

"Xie Wuwang, are you crazy! My heart meridian was just reconnected!"

"It's connected, so it can break again right away."

"Are you serious?"

"Try it and see if it's true."

Xie Wuwang bent down and grabbed his collar, while Yun Zhongce grabbed his left wrist, which was still oozing poison gas. The two grown men wrestled on the floor, cursing each other's ancestors.

Crackling sound.

Two purple-gold vines descended from the sky.

One arm wrapped around Xie Wuwang's waist and arms, while the other wrapped around Yun Zhongce's shoulders and legs.

The two people were lifted up by the vines and stacked in the corner like two rice dumplings.

Jiang Yining withdrew the wooden energy from her palm, stood up, and looked down at the two lumps in the corner.

"If you utter another word, I'll hang you all on the signboard at the entrance of the inn to dry in the wind."

Xie Wuwang struggled twice, but the vines remained motionless.

Yun Zhongce tried to channel a wisp of spiritual energy, and the vines tightened slightly, causing him to hiss.

They both shut up at the same time.

Jiang Yining divided the ground medicine into two portions, feeding one portion into Xie Wuwang's mouth and the other into Yun Zhongce's hand.

"Eat it yourself."

Then she closed the door and went back to her room.

The cold moon hung over the eaves of the window, its clear light shining in and covering a small patch of white on the floor.

Jiang Yining sat by the window, her palms resting on the lower part of her waistband. The essence of the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree gently spread across her lower abdomen, supporting the quiet, dormant fetal energy steadily.

She looked down at her flat stomach, and her brows slowly furrowed.