While Xinzi capitalized on Yuemi's imprisonment to overhaul the Evernight Palace, throughout the Great Desolation World, tumultuous events succeeded one another—heralding times of strife.
In the White Immortal sect, thanks to the Immortal Rhythm left by the Hengye elders, from top to bottom, all disciples saw that cultivation bases increase by leaps and bounds. Spiritual Drops, Spiritual Caves, Veins and Pulse Awakening, Core Breakthroughs, and more. Zi Yao and Guang Fanghu broke through to the peak of the Nascent Soul realm. Lord Hanxing's Divine Transformation breakthrough was not only shortened but enhanced by the miraculous environment.
Thanks to Zi Yao's prompt actions, the White Immortal sect successfully harvested most of the Spiritual Plants that grew on its soil while concealing the news from enemy factions. Needless to say, none could imagine that Xinzi's return to the Evernight Palace was the cause of all these changes. Some—Zi Yao and Chun Xu—had their doubts: the latter more so than the former.
Add to this the Immortal Blood Wine, and Xinzi's nuns saw their cultivation bases improve exponentially, reaching the 3,600 human cap in record time. Only Xinzi's request prevented them from breaking through to the Foundation Building stage, and as per his orders, they stored the extra Spiritual Qi, waiting for their Abbot's return to obtain elastic dantians and digest the rest. At least…that was the original plan.
However, starting with Dong Ling, Xinzi's demonic creampie victims all started experiencing mysterious changes.
"How could it be…so fast?" Following his breakthrough, Guang Fanghu left his trance and studied his daughter's progress with his Spiritual Sense. Alarmed by the result, the yang patriarch stormed into Dong Ling's room, eyes stretched to the limit.
Initially, Guang Fanghu pledged that as soon as she refined 3,000 Spiritual Drops, Dong Ling was free to leave confinement. But any rational-thinking person knew that, even with the sect's mystical changes, the snakegirl would need months of hard work.
Guang Fanghu could not imagine that, by the time he'd broken through to the peak of the Nascent Soul realm, his daughter would have cultivated over 7,000 Spiritual Drops!
"Not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, not six…fucking seven! Someone…explain this to me!" It didn't make any sense. According to Zi Yao, Holy Beast Descendants had a higher Spiritual Drop cap than humans, but their peak depended on their ancestor's bloodline quality and often didn't exceed 6,000. Dong Ling had already surpassed the 7,000 mark, filling her father's heart with dread.
People struggle to accept things that they cannot comprehend. Xinzi had Qingxin, but Dong Ling only had Guang Fanghu. Should her growth attract mighty experts of nefarious intent, how was he supposed to protect her? In matters of the sort, even Hanxing couldn't be trusted. Otherwise, why would he rush to accept Xiao Hu as his disciple?
The yang patriarch felt foul play but didn't know who to blame. His Spiritual Sense scanned the formation keeping the room on lockdown, and he noticed the tiny hole left within. "Bastard monk! It must be him!" Guang Fanghu blamed this one on Xinzi, unaware of how correct he was.
Concealed by her mini-dress, a bright-red sigil flashed above Dong Ling's navel, transforming the very structure of her internal organs and dantian as her body digested the last bits of Xinzi's yang qi.
The same scene later played out in Xinzi's 18 initiates. The same red sigil flashed, restructuring their bodies with foul energies, and enabling them to exceed the human cap. Their cultivation speed increased as well. And when Chun Xu's turn came, her face twisted into a frown.
"As soon as the last bit of Yang Qi vanishes? What is the meaning of this?" Though the higher a practitioner's cultivation base, the lower their fertility, most dual cultivation methods also had contraceptive properties, making pregnancy a choice that often had to be backed with extensive preparations.
Thus, at first, Chun Xu found nothing wrong with Xinzi dumping his load in her cunt. But now that his digested yang qi triggered a flashing red sign on her abdomen, the Sword Fairy couldn't help but fear the worst.
In the overly conservative Dongli state, unmarried 18-years-old moms represented the epitome of whorishness. Chun Xu didn't want to bear this moniker. Then she realized that it would be for Xinzi, and her heart mellowed at the thought. Still, even as warmth filled her chest, the Sword Fairy never lost her mind.
Human females, even cultivators, had clear warning signs for pregnancy—she experienced none of them. No sickness, no cultivation speed drop, no cravings, nothing. On the contrary, her cultivation speed increased, her body underwent a reconstruction, enabling her dantian to fit more Spiritual Drops.
'No need to panic. You're not pregnant—yet. Although master's seed is potent enough to overpower all contraceptive measures, he doesn't want to put you girls in an uncomfortable situation, so he had me make some adjustments to his body—if not for those, that Dong Ling girl would have returned with a swollen belly. I don't understand why your internal organs and dantians are now undergoing such extreme changes, but I should still be able to help you all refine the sigils. You just need to cooperate with me. Later, I will do the same for the other girls…unless master thinks it's time to pollinate the world with monsters.' Tusha, who no longer needed to hide from Chun Xu, said through a mental message.
However…Chun Xu's forehead creased, and her eyes flashed with a mysterious glow.
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The world's changes didn't stop at the White Immortal sect.
Coming from an unknown supplier, two new drugs started taking root in the Xihai prefecture: Ignition and Paradise. Chaos rose wherever they spread, and yet the local authorities refused to act.
In the Eastern Imperial City, spirit nobles and Imperial kin grumbled at the news that Zhenwu Shenquan, King of Longxi, had broken through to Supreme Clarity.
Meanwhile, after meeting with his maids to start the inauguration of the Night Flower hall, Xinzi had messages and emissaries dispatched all across the Endless Sea, warning the 1,008 Island Lords, 96 Archipelago Governors and 12 Naval Princes of the changes he'd made to the Evernight Palace.
Whenever they read his decree, these lords and ladies all came to the same conclusion:
"The new God-Monarch is willing to elevate the myriad sea races and treat our daughters as genuine consorts. This is an opportunity to become…a God's relatives." Rumors that Xinzi came from the upper realms had long ran amok through the various Endless Sea forces—making them fear that the complete domination they suffered from the tyrannical Eternal Night Dynasty would only get worse.
After all, if the Hengye born in mortal worlds were so condescending, those in Heaven could only be worse. This belief made more than one Island Lord shed bitter tears. Even the Naval Princes, all Supreme Clarity powerhouses, felt no end of grief.
The conquest of the Western Continent proved that, under the Heavens, the Hengye clan's dominance was unmatched. If not for this, some of the oppressed sea races would be seeking shelter under the Taiyang clan's banner. They dared not, because the Taiyang clan itself couldn't guarantee its safety—to say nothing of theirs.
But now that they realized the new sovereign not only planned to treat them right, but also elevate them to kin-status, their hearts teemed with glee! They had yet to see Xinzi's face or even learn his name, but already the need to bow and serve wholeheartedly blossomed in their chests. On the contrary, the Night Spirits didn't like these changes or decrees one bit—especially the Chained Dragon hall changes.
To the young lords and ladies of the Hengye clan, Xinzi's move was no different from telling the world he liked sea creatures more than his own people. The elders tried to explain the greater plans at stake, but couldn't convince all the juniors to embrace the changes.
The situation was similar to a mortal child feeling aggrieved by the slaps he'd received from his furious dad. No matter how bad he felt, he couldn't vent his rage on dad who controlled his everything. Instead, their eyes aimed at the outside world—at the Four Continents.
The great clans of the Endless Sea got to work, selecting the most outstanding females of their junior generation to take part in the Night Flower selection. Even arrogant clans that often rejected the opportunity to send candidates, such as the White Foxes, Sea Dragons and Nine-Headed Hydras, now stood on maximum alert.
Talking about white foxes, deafening bellows shook the hidden island that they called home.
"Damn, damn, damn! Where is the girl?!"
"True Monarch, your servant is useless! The young lady said that her master is the Zhen of the Night Pantheon, and she will accept no one but him!"
"What Zhen? Pantheon members are all deities—meaning that the only Night Pantheon member in this world is the God-Monarch of the Eternal Night. We're literally preparing her to become his consort! This insufferable child always causes me trouble! Fine, pick and send another princess. The Ice Spirits are too stubborn and refuse to see the light, but we can't miss the opportunity to get into the current God-Monarch's good graces. It's our last chance….to avoid extermination."
