Holding a child-bearing system, seducing all the handsome male cultivators in the wilderness

"This spiritual mine is the Ximen clan's ten thousand-year-old foundation. How could we give it up so easily?"

Ximen Qing smiled contemptuously, then moved, and turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Li Wanji. A deep black spiritual power gathered in his palm, as if to devour everything.

"Why fight a trapped beast again?" A hint of coldness flashed in Li Wanji's eyes. Her figure instantly disappeared from the spot. When she appeared again, she was already beside Ximen Qing.

The Phantom Feather Sword in her hand was like a spirit snake emerging from a cave, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Ximen Qing's waist.

Although Ximen Qing reacted quickly, he had consumed a lot of spiritual energy by using the power of his bloodline to activate the killing formation. In an instant, the tip of Li Wanji's sword had touched the corner of his clothes.

Ximen Qing was shocked. He did not expect Li Wanji's movements to be so strange. He turned around quickly and slapped out with his palm, trying to repel Li Wanji.

However, Li Wanji seemed to have expected this. She disappeared again and appeared above Ximen Qing's head.

"Xi Men Qing, I advise you not to struggle anymore." Li Wanji sneered, and the Phantom Feather Sword in his hand instantly turned into dozens of sword shadows, pouring down like a rainstorm.

Ximen Qing hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power to form a black shield above his head.

But Li Wanji's sword shadows were too dense, like a dragnet, and they shattered Ximen Qing's shield into pieces.

"Ah!" Ximen Qing groaned, his body flew backwards and hit the stone wall heavily.

The stone wall shattered, smoke and dust rose up. Ximen Qing struggled to stand up, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood. His face was as pale as paper, and it was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

Li Wanji flashed and appeared in front of Ximen Qing again. The Phantom Feather Sword in her hand was already against Ximen Qing's throat. Just a slight push would take Ximen Qing's life.

"Ximen Qing, you've lost." Li Wanji said coldly, "Now, are you willing to hand over the spiritual mine and surrender to my Wangchuan League?"

Ximen Qing raised his head, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light. He struggled to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sneered: "Oh, you! Don't even think about it!"

He thought that even if he died, he could preserve the honor of the Ximen clan. Once the spiritual mine was handed over, the Ximen clan would completely become a vassal of the Wangchuan League and lose all their freedom and dignity.

The Wangchuan Alliance could not obtain the blood power of the Taotie descendants and could not completely control the spiritual mine. No matter how fierce their attack was, it would be in vain.

So, no matter what, he will fight to the end!

Li Wanji frowned, exerted a little force on the Huanling Sword, and the tip of the sword cut a shallow wound on Ximen Qing's throat.

"I tolerate you to this point only because you and I are husband and wife after all, and I don't want you to end up dead. But if you insist on resisting, don't blame me for being ruthless."

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Ximen Qing's mouth. He raised his head, his eyes full of determination: "Why bother pretending? I, Ximen Qing, would rather die in glory than live in disgrace. If you want to kill me, then do it!"

Li Wanji moved the tip of the sword forward a little further. Blood was already seeping out of Ximen Qing's throat, but he showed no fear and just stared at Li Wanji coldly.

"Mother, no!"

Just as the tip of the sword was about to pierce Ximen Qing's throat, an anxious shout suddenly rang out, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Li Wanji's hand trembled, and the Phantom Feather Sword suddenly deviated from its original direction.

She turned around and a figure flashed out from the void. It was a young man in golden armor, so handsome that he looked like a god descending from heaven.

The young man walked quickly to Ximen Qing, held Li Wanji's sword-holding arm tightly with both hands, and his eyes were full of pleading: "Mother, let him go."

Ximen Qing looked at the young man in front of him, and his sad expression was suddenly filled with shock and confusion.

This young man's features were strikingly similar to those of Ximen clan's ancestor, Ximen Cangkong. His eyes, as deep as the stars, revealed an innate majesty and nobility.

However, what was even more unbelievable to him was that he could actually sense the extremely pure power of Taotie blood from this young man!

The power of this bloodline is purer than his own, as if it flowed from an ancient source. It is a heavenly bloodline with overwhelming power.

The ancestor god is coming to the world?

No...this is impossible!

Ximen Qing's heart was filled with shock. The Ximen clan had not had a descendant with such pure blood for thousands of years.

"You... who are you?" Ximen Qing asked with difficulty.

The young man turned around and just glanced at Ximen Qing indifferently, then looked away. He looked at Li Wanji: "Mother, let me handle this matter."

Li Wanji nodded, retracted the Huanling Sword, and let Ximen Qing sit on the ground, gasping for breath.

The young man turned and walked towards Ximen Qing, squatted down, stretched out a hand, and tried to help him up.

"Father, my name is Li Yuqing, and it is my responsibility to continue the glory of the Ximen clan. Please believe me, I have my own way to resolve this dispute."

Li Yuqing's words made Ximen Qing stand there in a daze. His eyes widened and his brain could hardly function.

"You...what did you call me?" Ximen Qing's voice trembled, and he could hardly believe his ears.

"Father." Li Yuqing called out clearly again, and then helped Ximen Qing sit on a relatively flat rock.

He took out a pill and handed it to Ximen Qing's lips: "Father, although this pill cannot heal your injuries immediately, it can temporarily relieve your pain."

Ximen Qing did not take the pill immediately. He looked at Li Yuqing and then at Li Wanji. He felt that this was the prelude to another conspiracy.

Li Wanji saw through Ximen Qing's thoughts, shook her head helplessly, looked at her son, and chuckled, "Yuqing, don't worry, your father is very lucky, he won't die anytime soon."

Li Yuqing smiled brightly and forced the pill into Ximen Qing's hand: "Father, please believe me."

Ximen Qing hesitated for a moment, but finally swallowed the pill. The pill melted in his mouth, and a warm current quickly spread through his body, and the tearing pain was actually relieved a lot.

"This..." Ximen Qing looked at Li Yuqing in shock, and his vigilance weakened a little.

"Father, besides Yu Qing, you have two younger brothers and sisters. But they are still young and cannot appear in front of you directly like I can."

"If you wish, our family will be reunited soon."

Li Yuqing's voice was very pleasant. A beautiful picture of a happy family slowly unfolded in Li Yuqing's narration, and a ripple also appeared in Ximen Qing's heart.