In the decades that have passed, among the nine, Wu Yi died at the hands of the Yin Corpse Sect, Wu San and Wu Si died in battle one after another, and of the six remaining, Wu Jiu is the strongest, having reached the Early Stage of the Fetal Breathing Realm.

Shen Chongming glanced again at Fu Feng, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

"This person is yours."

"Make her pregnant with your child as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Wu Jiu was somewhat astonished.

On the other side, Fu Feng was even more shocked, then angrily roared!

"Despicable and shameless brat!!"

"Kill me, General!!"

"You kill me, General!"

Fu Feng stood up abruptly, the specially made chains binding her hands and feet clanking noisily.

She could never have imagined that Shen Chongming would use such a method.

A dignified mutated Spirit Root bearer at the Perfection Realm of Fetal Breathing, the most promising female General of Fushan Country, even the Lord of Fushan, the Wushi Puppet, couldn’t bear to forcefully take her.

Yet now she was to be reduced to a mere tool for childbirth!

"General, it’s not too late to regret now."

"Don’t think about it!" The fury in Fu Feng’s eyes was almost tangible as she glared at Shen Chongming hatefully, "Just wait, once I’m free, I will grind your bones to dust and turn all of your Shen Family into Blood Pills!"

Shen Chongming coldly glanced at her, then turned to Wu Jiu and said, "She is a Fetal Breathing Perfection Realm Cultivator, most importantly, her Spirit Root is a mutated wind attribute."

"You understand what I mean, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Jiu’s eyes flashed with a gleam of excitement!

As members of the Western Wilderness Barbarian Race, they especially value the quality of their descendants’ bloodlines.

Every member of the Western Wilderness, regardless of gender, chooses a partner based on the other’s strength.

As for appearance, height, and other traits, they are secondary.

Hearing that the woman before him had a cultivation of Fetal Breathing Great Perfection, and a rare mutated wind attribute Spirit Root, Wu Jiu was instantly tempted.

"Patriarch, rest assured, I will definitely ensure she bears powerful offspring!"

Shen Chongming nodded and said, "Be careful, if she breaks free and commits suicide, all will be in vain."

After advising him, he directly walked outside.

Outside the cave, Shen Chongming stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky above, his expression somewhat complex as he listened to the curses and screams coming from behind him.

Though not a Literary Dao Cultivator, Shen Chongming was enlightened in an academy from a young age, well-read in the classics and histories.

He knew his actions were against human ethics and standards, that word of this could tarnish the Shen Family’s reputation.

But as the third patriarch of the Shen Family, if it meant making the Shen Family powerful enough, he was willing to bear the infamy on his own!

With a flicker of determination in his eyes, Shen Chongming slowly descended the mountain.

...

Southern Border, Qingting City.

Shen Chongxu sat upright in the main hall, exuding a sharp aura.

In just a few years, his cultivation had impressively reached the Middle Stage of Fetal Breathing.

On the left and right were eight people, men and women of all ages.

Among these eight, aside from the two brothers Dongyun Hu and Dongyun Pao who were still at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer, the remaining six were all cultivators at the Early Stage of the Fetal Breathing Realm.

"Sect Leader, I have received news that recently, mysterious powerhouses have attacked Illusion Cloud City and Zhanglin Plain near our Qingting City."

"The Tier Five influence Spirit Heart Sect that controls Illusion Cloud City, and some Fetal Breathing Realm cultivators from the Chang Family in Zhanglin Plain have mysteriously disappeared."

"Such an excellent opportunity, should we, the Bai Xuan Sect, seize Illusion Cloud City and Zhanglin Plain all at once?"

Among the eight, a middle-aged man dressed as a gentle scholar, holding a black feather fan, stood up and cupped his hands.

This man was named Ming Zhengchu, possessing Early Stage Fetal Breathing cultivation.

Before joining the Bai Xuan Sect, he was a loose cultivator in the medical field.

In the various cultivation systems, the medical Dao is considered a minor path, with practitioners often skilled in poison.

Ming Zhengchu was also a master of using poison.

However, despite being a Fetal Breathing Cultivator, he was notoriously licentious.

He often exploited his identity as a healer, traveling to various cities of Fushan Country to treat injuries and illnesses of the sect and noble family cultivators.

Whenever he found female cultivators of notable beauty, he would spare no cost to obtain them.

After being hunted down by various forces, this guy fled to Qingting City, where he was captured by Shen Chongxu.

"No rush."

Sitting grandly on the throne, Shen Chongxu glanced at the others and calmly asked, "How goes the mission to gather information?"

The people below exchanged glances.

Among them, an elderly bald man in a grey robe slightly cupped his hands and said, "Report to the Sect Leader, we lack the strength to obtain intel about the Imperial Family."

"However... recently, rumors have spread that the Imperial Family suffered a big loss in Yangnao Land."

"It seems that the army based in Yunzhou City has been deployed to Yangnao Land."

The army guarding Yunzhou has left?

A sly smile appeared on Shen Chongxu’s face.

"Continue to send people to investigate the actual strength of all the cities and forces in Yunzhou. Make sure to thoroughly ascertain everything for this leader."

"Compile and submit the gathered intelligence as soon as possible."

Hearing this, the people below all respectfully cupped their hands and agreed.

"Alright, this leader is tired now." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Yawning, Shen Chongxu rose and left the hall, heading toward the backyard.

The remaining people exchanged looks.

"Vice Sect Leaders, the Sect Leader..."

"Please don’t trouble the two of us, for even if we knew, we wouldn’t dare speak of the Sect Leader’s matters."

After cupping his hands, Dongyun Hu hurriedly pulled his brother Dongyun Pao, and they left quickly.

The remaining individuals showed peculiar expressions.

"With the Sect Leader so focused on Yunzhou’s forces, does he plan to conquer the entire Yunzhou!?"

Ming Zhengchu’s eyes gleamed with ambition as he murmured.

"That would be good news!"

"If our Bai Xuan Sect could dominate an entire state, a plethora of resources for cultivation would surely boost our cultivation. We could perhaps become renowned powers in Fushan Country!"

The bald old man responded with a cheerful smile.

"The idea is good..."

"But I fear that with our current strength, not only would we struggle to conquer all of Yunzhou, but we might not even stand against a somewhat stronger Tier Five influence."

"Our cultivation could end up being sacrificed for the Sect Leader’s ambitions."

"Let’s disperse."

Among the group, a young man in a silvery-grey satin robe sneered and turned to leave the hall.

Just then, a disciple of the Bai Xuan Sect suddenly appeared at the entrance, blocking his way.

"Yu Guardian, the Sect Leader requests your presence."

Hearing this, the youth slightly frowned.

The others in the hall all watched with schadenfreude as he was escorted to the backyard by the disciple.

"What a fool..."

"He’s only been here a few days and dares to speak recklessly without understanding the Sect Leader’s temperament."

"It’s a pity for such a good-looking face. I had planned to enjoy myself with him before long..."

The only woman in the hall sneered.

The others showed indifferent expressions, without a word, they all rose and headed outside.

Evidently, they all knew what awaited that Yu Guardian.