Cold Stove Hard to Burn

Li Qingyun felt a cold chill welling up in his heart.

These saintess-figures hailing from Niangniang Temple were none of them kind characters. Just like the saintess-widow in Scholar Lin's household, who could bring herself to strike even her own children, how could they possibly be virtuous wives and loving mothers?

Besides, they all emerged from Niangniang Temple, and Li Qingyun could naturally see that these youthful maidens were no longer themselves, but rather a string of "remade" transitional vessels.

Within the body of every saintess lurked a strand of bizarre aura that even made him wary.

The existence of this strange aura indeed brought those saintesses exceptionally active Life Essence and a reproductive desire far exceeding ordinary mortals, which was perhaps the hidden secret behind their so-called possession of the "auspicious physiognomy of many children."

Even if Li Qingyun harbored certain notions—wishing to use life to subvert death, carve out a forward path where no path existed, and seek anew the Dao of his own self—it was impossible for him to take these so-called saintesses home as brides.

Who knew what other unknown things the Niangniang Temple here, or "Haotian" at the end of the Dao-authority system, had planted within the saintesses' bodies.

He had come to seek his own path, not to play with fire.

Planting a time bomb by his side, what kind of notion was that!

"Young Master, I possess the auspicious physiognomy of many children and have amassed a tidy sum of savings, which can just help you revitalize your family household. Why not..."

The pretty saintess in the lead red sedan chair was named Ni'er. Hearing Li Qingyun's polite refusal, she suddenly grew somewhat anxious and took the initiative to lift the curtain and urge him, fully displaying her slender, exquisite posture before everyone's