The black robes of the three demonic cultivators drifted behind them, flowing in the wind, as they soared through the sky.
Their sword slicing through the air in perfect balance, as they flew close together, gliding on their swords.
The environment below them was a mixture of woodlands and farmlands.
With a sinister smile, the third cultivator broke the silence as he flew to the left. "What do you think the Jade Serpent Sect will do when they find out their territory is destroyed?"
The first cultivator, standing in the center with his red hair flowing in the wind, smirked as he replied, "I doubt they'll care much."
"Every year, the mortal kingdom likely only provided them with about five or six new disciples."
"To enter the Jade Serpent Sect, a person must have at least a level 3 spiritual root. Those who don't? They either go to lower sects or become wandering cultivators."
He laughed mockingly. "In contrast, we welcome even those with level 1 roots into our sect. It's their own fault for being so selective."
As he flew next to them, the second cultivator nodded, his round belly shaking a little. "Exactly! They killed lots of our people in the war. They shouldn't mind, if we kill some of the mortals in their territory," his voice was filled with bitterness.
The third cultivator nodded, "You're correct. We should kill every mortal that lives here. Let's make sure that none of them can see tomorrow." Though his tone was cold, his satisfaction was wicked.
"Yes," the other two responded in unison, their voices filled with the same dark laugh.
…..
Meanwhile,
Zhang Lian lay on her bed, her blue eyes staring at the ceiling of her room, her mind racing.
Minister Hu had been busy testing people—Chen Gou, the prisoners, his children, and even his loyal staff's children. The results were as disappointing as most had low-level spiritual roots.
One prisoner showed a Level 2 root, while Chen Gou had a Level 3 fire spiritual root, the highest among them all.
Zhang Lian was confused. *Why do so many have such low spiritual roots, while mine is so strong?* The question troubled her. She glanced at the orange-eyed cat resting beside her.
"Why do I have such a rare and powerful spiritual root, while others have such low levels?"
The cat stretched lazily, its eyes gleaming. "Nya, you're blessed by the heavens. That's why you possess a unique and high-level spiritual root," it said, as if the answer was obvious.
"Really?" Zhang Lian murmured, deep in thought. "What if I hadn't become Zhang Lian? Would the original Zhang Lian have survived the Demonic Cultivator attack with her luck?"
Intrigued, she asked the cat, "Would she have survived?"
The cat flicked its tail and replied casually, "Nya, if the original Zhang Lian had a Level 5 root, the sect disciples testing her would've either taken her away immediately or sent a message to the sect to protect her."
Zhang Lian noodded considered this, her mind shifting to the future she had planned for the children. Her idea was simple: have Minister Hu find good partners for them to ensure many offspring. *Many children.*
However, there was a problem that frustrated her. The cat had told her that after three generations, the bloodline would get weaker.
Her dream of populating the world with powerful descendants and farming them was now in vain, limited by this new information.
The cat also mentioned that extending beyond three generations would require a special bloodline, which is as costly as special physiques or I can just let them marry in the same family.
Well this is the only option left for now. She sighed in frustration, leaning back into her pillows. *Even with this fucking system, nothing is simple, and I also have this useless system assistant.*
Nearby, her two maids, Lan and Mei, sat quietly at a table, waiting for instructions. The room was calm, but a sense of boredom lingered.
Lan was bored and sat in silence. She looked absently at her green-painted nails. She was bored, a hint of annoyance visible in her green eyes.
She sighed and got to her feet, her yellow robe swinging with her actions. Her beautiful green hair moved gently with her as it flowed down her back, as she turned to face Mei.
"I'm going to take a shit keep an eye out for me," she said, her tone casual but impatient."
Mei nodded, unbothered by Lan leaving, knowing they could relax until the queen called for them.
As Lan left the room, a cool breeze from the corridor greeted her. She strolled through the palace grounds, moving slowly.
The wooden paths led her to the garden, where guards were training. Lan exchanged friendly words with one of the guards, both appreciating the short break from their responsibilities, and went behind the tree.
As they reached behind the tree, the guard in a yellow robe moved slowly and cautiously. His hands moved a bit slow as he loosened the belt of her robe. The fabric made a gentle rustling sound as it fell open.
Her big breasts and smooth, black skin were exposed by her yellow robe, which went smoothly down her shoulders, making her look even more appealing, as she wore no undergarments beneath her robe.
After pausing for a short time he swiftly undid his own robe after getting excited with Lan's nudity, and he immediately displayed his standing Rod.
He then gave the lan a passionate kiss and ran his finger over her body. With her vagina becoming moist, Lan turned around and put her hand on the tree and turned to face him, visibly eager for his rod.
Her fingers found the bark to be uneven and rough, with hard edges mixed in with soft moss.
The ground was soft, covered in leaves and damp earth, with the fresh, earthy scent of the forest surrounding her—calming and pleasant.
Above, the branches spread wide, allowing just enough light to create patches of sunlight on the forest floor.
As lan continues to moan…