Chapter 987: Chapter 554: This Night (Part 2)

None of the seven daughters of Chen Ying got pregnant.

Seeing this result, Chen Daqian, Chen Dacheng, and the others were naturally very disappointed, but there was nothing they could do.

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The autumn air was crisp, and the sky was devoid of clouds.

Ever since Zhao Sheng got married, the Chen Family allocated a secondary branch in the second layer of the tree crown as Zhao Sheng’s “territory.”

The crown of the Da Chun Divine Tree was shaped like a canopy, and if spread out flat, it would cover an area of seventy to eighty thousand miles.

The tree crown generally consisted of nine main branches and countless sub-branches.

Each main branch extended out hundreds of miles, with diameters of dozens of miles like a mountain range lying horizontally, covering mostly under ten thousand miles.

On each main branch, hundreds of secondary branches sprouted, mostly ranging from over one mile to several miles in diameter and usually extending over a hundred miles. When combined with numerous sub-branches, the total area easily exceeded several hundred miles.

Some might question why all the numbers add up to far more than seventy to eighty thousand miles.

But do not forget, the tree crown is actually three-dimensional, and its total surface area is immense.

However, excluding those overly slender branches and subtracting segments unsuitable for human habitation, the areas on the Big Chun Tree Crown suitable for living and cultivating are not many, much smaller than imagined by common folk.

Taking the “territory” granted by the Chen Family as an example, the area where large constructions could be built was about fifty to sixty miles combined.

However, such a large area housed only Zhao Sheng and his seven wives, along with the servants who served them, totaling less than a hundred people, which could be described as “spacious yet sparsely populated.”

In fact, most of the Chen Family preferred to stay grounded and did not like spending their days basking in the wind and drinking in the mist.

Therefore, the Suspended City built around the Da Chun Tree’s trunk was where most of the Chen Family cultivators resided.

The trunk of the Da Chun Divine Tree had a diameter of over six hundred miles, with the Suspended City built around the tree, located above the second layer of the tree crown. From afar, it appeared as an extraordinarily grand and magnificent suspended giant city enveloped in cloud mist.

However, the Suspended City was not unique to the Chen Family; it could be said that all large Da Chun Divine Trees had similar suspended cities built atop them, differing only in size.

The cold wind blew, shrouding the area in a misty cloud.

Within the Suspended City, Zhao Sheng tread upon a thin frost cloud, walking along a straight and broad avenue towards the towering brown tree peak at the end.

On both sides of the avenue stood colorful five-colored flags, flapping noisily and releasing a faint, brilliant light.

Before long, a huge tree hole over ten feet high appeared abruptly at the end of the avenue, its entrance blocked by the lower half of a stone tower, with its doors tightly shut and no one entering or exiting.

Zhao Sheng approached the entrance, took out his identity jade token, and presented it to the Dharma Protector Divine Statues guarding both sides of the door.

As an invisible Divine Sense swept over the jade token, the red glowing eyes of the Dharma Protector Divine Statues instantly turned pale green.

Zhao Sheng put away his identity jade token and stepped into the stone tower.

This tree hole was the location of the Chen Family’s Treasure Vault, one of the most heavily guarded places in the city, filled with traps and arrays, and even held an unknown number of high-level puppets.

According to Chen Family tradition, every clan member ascending to Foundation Establishment was granted one opportunity to enter the Treasure Vault and select a single treasure from the first three layers for free.

Compared to others, Zhao Sheng was undoubtedly special.

The Fei Hong Ancestor specially granted him permission to freely enter the first five layers of the Treasure Vault and select three treasures for free.

The Chen Family had stood for millennia, and the treasures within the Vault were practically endless in number.

But who was Zhao Sheng!

Even though treasures piled like mountains in the Vault, and top-grade magic treasures were common, they did not catch the eyes of a former Divinity Transformation True Monarch.

To avoid attention, Zhao Sheng chose a ten-thousand-year-old Thunder Wood Sword on the sixth layer, and then selected the Void Nether Stone and Kongtong Shell, two space-time related treasures.

Indeed, he did not pick any defensive Spiritual Artifacts!

Because after his marriage, not only did the Da Generation Golden Core Masters bestow treasures, but also the other four Nascent Soul Ancestors gifted him treasures.

Whether it was top-grade spiritual artifact robes, transport spirit birds, or other various treasures, Zhao Sheng lacked none.

While others would nearly bankrupt themselves to marry a wife, Zhao Sheng rather became rich overnight.

In terms of wealth, he was wealthier than some less successful Golden Core Masters.

Exiting the range of the Treasure Vault Avenue, Zhao Sheng tapped his spirit beast bag, and out flew a majestic Golden Winged White Peng.

Zhao Sheng leaped onto its back, issuing a Divine Sense command to the great roc.

The next moment, a white rainbow with golden edges shot into the sky, carrying its master over the city, and diving towards the tree crown.

In just over ten breaths, the Golden Winged White Peng flew dozens of miles, swooping down into a massive mansion.

Zhao Sheng jumped off its back, casually tapping its wing, allowing the spirit pet to roam freely.

At that moment, Chen Ying, dressed in a white skirt and red veil, quickly emerged from the room, her face full of joy as she greeted, “Husband, why have you come here today?”

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng deliberately teased, “What? Ying’er, am I not welcome?”

Chen Ying blushed, stomped her foot, and coyly retorted, “Husband, you’re teasing me again. By the rules, you should be at Ling’er’s place today.”

“Haha, among the seven, I’ve always favored Ying’er the most. So today I couldn’t wait to come to the Cheng Ying Courtyard.” Zhao Sheng stepped up, picked up Chen Ying, and strode into the house.

“Hmm, husband… It’s improper to be so open during the day!” Chen Ying’s face turned beet red, her voice as soft as an ant.

“Haha, we cultivators are not bound by such trivial customs! Besides, our parents are eagerly waiting to hold a grandson soon!”

That said, Zhao Sheng was not some horny beast, nor was he driven mad by desires.

The reason he acted in such a libertine manner was not only to show his affections to the Chen Family but also to prompt the seven wives to conceive as soon as possible.

After all, as long as there were no pregnancies, outsiders would keep a close eye, making it impossible for Zhao Sheng to have enough “freedom of movement.”

As the Golden Winged White Peng swooped into the Cheng Ying Courtyard, from the nearby Hundred Spirit Courtyard, there was suddenly a crash, the sound of a vase shattering on the ground.

“How hateful! Today it should clearly have been my turn, and yet he went to the Cheng Ying Courtyard!” Chen Ling’er stood gloomily in the hall, her eyes fixed coldly towards the west.

Chen Ling’er had been hiding her true feelings well, only revealing her true emotions when she was alone.

Chen Ling’er was extremely eager to conceive the first child.

Because only then could she stand on equal footing with Chen Ying and the other wives.

After all, the wife who gives birth is highly respected, and this is no different in the cultivation world.

Meanwhile, in the Orchid Garden, Hui Xin Pavilion, Yu Mei House, and other courtyards, other women like Chen Qi and Chen Shuang were noticeably more poised, though they also secretly envied Chen Ying.

In the training room of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion the next day, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged, continuously forming blue spiritual formulas with both hands, casting them into the air.

Thin threads of electric light danced and flickered on the surface of the ten-thousand-year-old Thunder Wood Sword.

As waves of invisible Divine Sense poured into the sword, Zhao Sheng’s spirit harmonized more and more with it, gradually manipulating it as he wished.

An hour later, the ten-thousand-year-old Thunder Wood Sword suddenly burst into a glaring electric light, followed by a loud humming.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes were invigorated, and he deliberately shouted, “How about this? Ying’er, don’t you welcome me?”

He grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, raising his eyes to seemingly gaze through the roof into the vast Heavenly Curtain above.

In the next instant, his entire being

was filled with an indescribable energy, as the currents of the ten-thousand-year-old Thunder Wood Sword sparked and shimmered along its blade.

With each surge of Divine Sense flowing into the sword, he grew more attuned to it, controlling its power with increasing ease.

An hour later, the sword erupted in blinding electric light, then vibrated intensely.

As the light dimmed, Zhao Sheng, his eyes alight with awareness, looked skyward, seeming to penetrate the vast expanse of the Heavenly Curtain above.

In the next moment, his entire being