Chapter 1532/1531: The Grand Finale (Thirty-Four) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
"Where did you abduct this child from?"
Neither Wei Cheng nor his nephew liked to interact with many people.
Normally, you can't see him at all, only when Gongyang Yongye successfully breaks through can you catch him one by one. Of course, this is also related to the fact that Wei Cheng did not deliberately conceal his aura to avoid people. If he was determined to hide underground, Gongyang Yongye might not be able to catch him even if he dug three feet into the ground.
Gongyang Yongye put the little friend down from his shoulders.
"What do you mean by 'I abducted him'?"
Wei Cheng: "Otherwise what?"
The little girl was too young to understand fear. Seeing the enormous skeleton before her, she didn't cry or fuss, but instead stared intently at the flames in Wei Cheng's eye sockets. The flickering flames were truly captivating to her, and before she knew it, she had reached out her chubby paw.
Gongyang Yongye was not annoyed: "This is my own son."
Wei Lou, reclining on a chair under the tree, raised an eyebrow and sneered.
Wei Cheng also mocked, "You old lewd thing."
He didn't think it was wrong for the strong to have more resources, but he still had a sense of shame. Gongyang Yongye, at his age, instead of cultivating inner peace, was behaving like a pear blossom overshadowing a crabapple tree—it was truly despicable.
Gongyang Yongye made a startling statement: "I gave birth to him myself."
Wei Cheng said, "You just said that too."
Gongyang Yongye gritted his teeth: "Give birth to your own child, understand?"
He wanted to lift his clothes to show the location of the scar, but the physique of a martial artist was truly abnormal, and a 20th-rank Marquis was even more abnormal. His internal organs had long since recovered, and the scar on his body had disappeared without a trace. When he successfully advanced, not only was the scar from his abdominal dissection gone, but even the medals he had earned in his early battles were gone. He looked completely clean, hardly like a martial artist.
Wei Cheng asked, puzzled, "Is there a difference?"
Gongyang Yongye: "There's a huge difference."
After a long while, so long that Wei Cheng took out the life fire from one of his eye sockets and rolled it into a ball of light to amuse his young friend, the uncle and nephew finally realized what Gongyang Yongye was babbling about. Wei Lou even got up from his recliner, his gaze sweeping strangely over Gongyang Yongye's lower body.
Gongyang Yongye used one hand to plug Xiaoyou's ears.
To make sure she couldn't hear him, he immediately spoke in a rough and unruly manner: "What do you suspect? Should I take it out and prove my identity?"
"...No need, I don't want to suffer for my eyes."
Wei Cheng, curious, squatted down to observe the little friend, and gently poked the little friend's round face with his fair finger bones: "No, is this really your child?"
Gongyang Yongye said with pride, "How could it be fake?"
Wei Cheng pulled his life force out of Xiao You's mouth to prevent him from biting him like pig skin jelly: "How do you give birth?"
Or rather, how is it hidden inside the body?
Having carried the baby himself, he had accumulated a lot of experience: "How big is a martial arts master? How big is a baby, soup and all? If the internal organs are squeezed into a corner a little, there will be room, right? But the position needs to be controlled, it can't be too low..."
He will control his martial energy to keep the child in place.
As for why it needs to be controlled, that's a topic I won't go into detail about.
Wei Cheng was stunned.
Wei Lou saw through Gongyang Yongye's ill intentions at a glance and went straight to the point: "You don't come here without a reason. Tell me your purpose?"
Gongyang Yongye betrayed Shen Tang without hesitation.
"She sent me here to show some care for elderly people living alone."
Wei Cheng was clearly still quite naive and couldn't fathom Shen Tang's sinister intentions: "Everything here is fine, we lack nothing."
Wei Lou scoffed: "Anything else?"
Gongyang Yongye said with disdain, "She wanted my son to be her daughter's attendant. Tsk, what doesn't the daughter of Marquis Che have? Why does she have to be someone else's attendant? But considering that she only has one daughter, and the country cannot be given to a second person, she reluctantly agreed."
He would not allow Shen Tang to have more than one child.
Gongyang Yongye didn't want his young friend to be caught in the dirty vortex of the so-called struggle for the throne many years later. How much money could one earn by being a confidant of the emperor, living in constant fear? Was it worth risking one's life for such a small thing? A crown prince who was not an only child had no competitiveness with him.
Wei Cheng said, "This is a good thing."
Wei Lou put down his book: "A weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken."
It's obvious they have ill intentions; how could there be any good news?
Wei Cheng didn't refute his uncle's words, but he disagreed in his heart. In Wei Cheng's eyes, Shen Tang was already on par with the late Emperor, the "white moonlight"—if it weren't for the great halo surrounding the deceased, Wei Cheng might have preferred Shen Tang. However, he didn't want to fall out with his uncle over some verbal disputes and make everyone unhappy.
Gongyang Yongye immediately realized that Wei Lou was the smart one.
He asked, "What are your thoughts, Lord Wei?"
Wei Lou said, "It's no good, a bad idea."
Looking at Wei Cheng's skeletal remains, Gongyang Yongye sighed and said, "I heard that Marquis Wei suffered misfortune in his youth. In those chaotic times, he probably didn't have the chance to leave any descendants. Now, looking like this... even if Lord Wei doesn't have this thought, we should think about it for Marquis Wei. Perhaps he still has a trace of regret in his heart? Actually, it's not that difficult. How many hands and feet are broken in the battle? We, after all, have a strong physique that ordinary women and children don't have. This matter is neither life-threatening nor difficult to raise. It is already a blessing."
Wei Cheng asked suspiciously, "What are you babbling about, you old codger?"
Gongyang Yongye said meaningfully, "This is not something you can do or have as you please. When Ji Mo Shaobai handed the item to me, he said it was a temporary blessing of the power of creation... If you've thought it through, you'll need his consent."
Wei Lou chuckled and said, "A favor?"
Wei Cheng was even more confused.
However, in the blink of an eye, a cluster of his life force was already shining brightly on the little friend's cheek, and when he picked it out, it was covered in saliva.
Gongyang Yongye couldn't bear to hit the child's hand either—no matter how much Chehou controlled his strength, it would still be a fatal blow to a young child—he could only sigh and tell his little friend not to put everything in his mouth to taste, because that's not how you explore the world.
Wei Cheng's skeleton is a very good toy.
Children can climb up and down to explore, and occasionally crawl inside the skeletons.
Wei Cheng was good-natured and indulged him.
Until it got dark.
The little girl clung to her new toy, reluctant to part with it. Gongyang Yongye had to promise her repeatedly that he would bring her over to play whenever he had time before she would finally give up.
Wei Cheng harbored many doubts.
"What kind of riddle are you playing with that scoundrel Gongyang, Uncle?"
He asked you if you wanted to have one too.
One sentence completely shattered Wei Cheng's non-existent mind.
Wei Cheng said awkwardly, "I... can't have children either..."
Even if a man can give birth himself, he can't.
He was just a skeleton, with no flesh and blood left.
What should we have?
How about breaking a rib and carving a little skull?
Wei Lou lowered his brows, displeased: "Yes."
This is what annoys him the most.
Back then, Wei Cheng was also without flesh and blood. Even though he felt a ripple in his heart for the goddess, he didn't have the courage to tell her. Being sealed away, he could only have the thought of deceiving himself—that his soul could be together day and night, which was a kind of satisfaction.
Now, because of this, they can't even have children.
Wei Lou didn't know how long he would live, but he was certain his lifespan wouldn't be as long as Wei Cheng's—what was more anxiety-inducing than a finite lifespan was not knowing where his life would end. Gongyang Yongye certainly knew this too, which was why his target was only one person.
They coaxed Wei Lou into jumping into the pit.
Whether Wei Lou will jump into the pit is still unknown, but the others really want to. In particular, Gongyang Yongye went back and wrote twenty or thirty letters, which he then sent to a group. Over the next two or three months, people came from all over the country to verify their authenticity.
"Is she really your daughter?"
"Yes, you don't look like me?"
"The girl still can't resemble you too much..."
"Go away, don't spread your rubbish. My friend and I don't need to get married. Even if she's really ugly, let alone beautiful and lovely, who can say no to her if she takes a fancy to someone? Looks are the least important thing. As long as you have a strong fist, that's all that matters."
The person who arrived wasn't angry; he just smiled and said, "I didn't mean to say that her appearance was bad for marriage. It's just that everyone loves beauty, and it's better to have your own appearance than to have it from others."
Fortunately, Gongyang Yongye's description of Yu Xue's cuteness wasn't just his bias; it was simply that the young friend's appearance was indeed the type favored by the older generation.
"How fortunate you are." A highly skilled martial artist possesses astonishing perceptive abilities, able to determine the closeness of blood relations simply by their aura. Gongyang Yongye and this young friend Gongyang are indeed father and daughter. He is extremely curious about how Gongyang Yongye overcame his infertility.
Gongyang Yongye waved to him.
The two whispered to each other, saying things like this and that.
The expressions of those who rushed over all went through a complex series of changes.
Some people couldn't accept it, repeatedly denouncing it as absurd. They argued that he could never make such a sacrifice—since ancient times, the balance of Yin and Yang has been predetermined; how could a man overstep his bounds and perform childbirth for a woman? Gongyang Yongye rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking that the other person hadn't suffered enough on their path to having a child and still harbored unrealistic fantasies. They could still be stubborn now; they'd be honest in thirty or fifty years.
Some people are madly in love.
This is because they've suffered enough and become obsessed with having a child.
They couldn't help but cry tears of joy when they finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
I wish I could drag Gongyang Yongye to see the Goddess of Fertility right now.
Gongyang Yongye stroked his smooth chin; he was gradually getting used to life without a beard. "How much?"
"No need for further words, I am determined to obtain it no matter how many there are."
He was infertile, so even if he had a vast fortune, it would only benefit his collateral relatives. If he hadn't lived long enough, it would have been devoured by those who had no descendants, and wouldn't have reached his offspring. Although those things were all external possessions, things you can't take with you when you die, the thought of them benefiting others was still unsettling.
"Would you be willing to only have daughters?"
"Gongyang, you are my ancestor, do I have the right to choose?"
After decades of infertility, the prospect of having a child should be a cause for celebration, not something to be picky about. Who gave them the audacity? The will of Heaven?
Gongyang Yongye: "..."
There's really no right to be picky.
He added, "The child may not necessarily have a talent for cultivation."
We need to be upfront about the unpleasant things.
But to outsiders, he just seems like he's dawdling.
When normal men and women conceive and give birth, the offspring's cultivation talent is purely based on appearance; there's no guarantee that a good seedling will emerge.
I'm after a wisp of bloodline, not necessarily a powerful one.
He can fight on his own, that's enough.
After Gongyang Yongye finished speaking all sorts of unpleasant things, the other party remained resolute, so he knew that this deal was going to be done.
He pushed it back to Shen Tang.
Shen Tang: "..."
Are all these old Dengs sweet potatoes?
One shovelful and a whole bunch is gone.
She thought the Gods' Guild had already used its connections to uncover them all, but she hadn't expected there to be so many more. Gongyang Yongye wasn't surprised: "Isn't this to be expected? These are all grown men who can't have children, no kids, and they've already enjoyed all the wealth and glory they've risked their lives for. Their martial arts are limited by their talent, so further improvement is just so-so. They simply can't muster the motivation to strive. The Gods' Guild wouldn't even have the chance to make them owe favors."
All personal grievances and national hatred vanished with the collapse of the regime.
All that's left is emptiness.
What was that saying again?
[Without someone to support my lofty ambitions, I cannot ascend on my own.]
All that's left is to give up and lie low.
A negative example is his mage patient.
The mage didn't give up, and ended up being used as a weapon by the Allied Forces of the Gods. Despite his age, he was beaten up by the young men.
Gongyang Yongye kindly reminds you.
"Their family is quite wealthy, so they don't hold back." The greater the price these wronged children pay to have a child, the more precious his little friend becomes.
Shen Tang: "I don't want those mundane things either."
Her target has always been these people themselves.
To have a child, one must be sincere; sincerity brings results, and good fortune is the embodiment of sincerity. For Shen Tang to see their sincerity, they must accumulate enough good fortune to move Heaven and Earth to grant them a child. In simpler terms, she desperately needs laborers for a large-scale project.
"Shouldn't the water system in the southwest be changed? Frequent floods are not a good thing. With an unstable environment, how can the people live and work in peace? Dredging, diversion, and diversion are necessary... Some mountains are not naturally formed, and these also need to be moved."
"The central region has a very advantageous terrain."
Shen Tang became very enthusiastic when talking about this.
She decided to make some minor modifications to the central region, connecting it into a super granary with abundant water resources and fertile land. The grain produced here could be transported to other regions via canal and land transport, which was considered the optimal solution.
"If this project is undertaken through corvée labor, it may not be fully completed for three to five hundred years. However, by utilizing the courage of martial artists and the wisdom of scholars, it will surely be completed within ten years! I have already given Lingde orders to work with the Vice Minister of Agriculture to develop more high-yield grain varieties. One day, let alone the less than two hundred million people in the world, even two hundred million will be able to be fed." Shen Tang's voice grew louder and louder as she spoke.
Back then, even if she raised several thousand, Heaven would forbid it in various ways.
What about now?
Things are different now, my family!
Strictly speaking, Shen Tang is still in the midst of tribulation, and he also holds the title of the emperor of the mortal realm. The Heavenly Dao's guiding principle is to promote the prosperity of the human race. Therefore, Shen Tang's actions, which are beneficial to the human race, will not be subject to His control.
She can take this opportunity to raise her to her heart's content.
The ambitious goal of two hundred million will also be permitted.
Freedom is a rare commodity, and Shen Tang is unwilling to miss it.
Despite the strained relationship between Tiandao and Shentang, with the latter not wanting to pay any attention to the former, Tiandao still feels proud when Shentang does well—similar to how some parents and children in certain families break off relations, but when the children achieve success, the parents still feel proud.
Gongyang Yongye, after hearing Shen Tang's grand goals, was speechless.
He suddenly felt fortunate that he was lucky and that he wouldn't have to work as a slave for Shen Tang for free to fulfill his lifelong wish.
Before the Super Granary Project was launched, people from the northeastern countries came to visit.
The mission was extremely large and impressive.
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(End of this chapter)
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