Chapter 53: Reduced to a Mere Tool for Childbearing

At this moment, Chu Feng truly had no way to rescue Shen Qianxue. The Jiang family, a clan of imperial lineage, was not a place he could storm into now. The only consolation was that Shen Qianxue, far from wavering in her feelings, had seen her Conquest Value rise steadily, now reaching ninety-eight points—such a level could only be achieved through immense heartbreak and despair.

System assistance: Once the Conquest Value exceeds ninety points, her devotion becomes unwavering, never to change. Unless the Jiang family resorts to force. But if they use force, all they would gain is Shen Qianxue’s corpse. Thus, their only options are to make Shen Qianxue lose hope in him, or for Chu Feng to die.

Fu Wangtian, a late-stage Integration cultivator, possessed the Hao Sun Divine Fire, one of the Thirty-three Divine Fires across all worlds. His identity was anything but simple. This time, Chu Feng’s guess was indeed correct. Fu Wangtian’s father was one of the two Tribulation Crossing Lords among the Jiang family’s retainers; otherwise, how could he have acquired the Hao Sun Divine Fire? Now, it had fallen into Chu Feng’s hands.

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Jiang family.

A stone chamber.

Slowly, its door opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties stepped out. His gaze was piercing, and his face radiated joy. He was Fu Yuanshan, Fu Wangtian’s father. Having just emerged from seclusion after ten years, his cultivation had risen slightly, and he was naturally pleased.

“I’m not far from breaking through to the middle stage of Tribulation Crossing,” Fu Yuanshan said with satisfaction.

But in the next moment, his divine sense swept across the area, and his brow furrowed. “Where is my son Wangtian?” His voice echoed throughout the entire courtyard.

Soon, a servant came over, his face filled with sorrow, and knelt before Fu Yuanshan. “My lord, the young master’s soul lamp has gone out.”

“What? Wangtian’s soul lamp has extinguished?”

When the soul lamp goes out, it means the body and soul have perished. Every member of the Jiang family, including retainers, separates a strand of their soul to craft a soul lamp, which allows the family to know the owner’s life and death status. These soul lamps are placed in the Soul Lamp Hall, watched over by dedicated personnel. The moment a soul lamp is extinguished, it signifies the owner’s death, and the Jiang family is immediately informed.

Fu Yuanshan rushed to the Soul Lamp Hall.

With a single glance, he saw that the lamp belonging to Fu Wangtian was indeed extinguished.

“My son is dead.”

“Who? Who killed my child, Fu Yuanshan’s son?”

His thunderous roar shook the entire courtyard, echoing through the Jiang family estate.

“No matter who it is, I will make them pay the price and bury them with my son.”

“You have the time it takes for one incense stick to burn—I want to know who killed my son.”

That time flew by quickly.

The answer came: no one knew.

“Boom!”

“If you can’t even tell me how my son died, what use are you?”

The messenger was instantly blasted to dust by Fu Yuanshan.

According to the intelligence, Fu Wangtian had met with Jiang Yan before leaving the Jiang family. Where he went or what he did—no one had any idea.

Jiang Yan, the current Saintess of the Jiang family.

Though Fu Yuanshan was a Tribulation Crossing Lord, his status was no higher than Jiang Yan’s.

Thus, he had to seek out Jiang Yan himself, hoping to learn what his son had been doing and why he died outside.

But he discovered that Jiang Yan was not at the Jiang family.

Elsewhere in the Jiang family.

Shen Qianxue.

Despite her deep reluctance to cultivate, the Jiang family’s resources were simply too abundant. Even without actively practicing, her cultivation soared. In just a few months, she had reached the tenth layer of Qi Refining. Once her foundation was solidified, she could attempt the breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment stage.

In recent days, her courtyard had seen several young men come by, expressing concern and chatting casually. At first, Shen Qianxue found it odd.

Until the day Jiang Yan appeared, she finally understood the reason.

All these men were here to court her.

Jiang Yan asked directly, “Qianxue, have you taken a liking to any of our Jiang family sons? If you fancy someone, I’ll arrange for you to marry him.”

Shen Qianxue’s face changed instantly, and she shook her head. “Sister Yan, I’m sorry, but I will never betray my husband.”

Jiang Yan snorted coldly. “Qianxue, there’s a saying: those who understand the times are wise. Don’t force me to use coercion against you. You refuse to betray Chu Feng, but do you know he has already betrayed you? He enjoys the company of many women; you’re not his only one.”

“I know,” Shen Qianxue replied. “My husband is a dragon among men, the ancestor of the Supreme Dao Sect. I am just an ordinary woman of humble origin, willow-like and delicate. Simply being with him is enough to satisfy me.”

“Besides, what your Jiang family really wants is for me to become a tool for bearing children, hoping to pass on my Beauty Saint Physique to future generations. Am I not correct?”

Jiang Yan’s expression shifted instantly.

“You know everything—who told you?”

Shen Qianxue shook her head. “No one told me. Is it so hard to understand?”

“Furthermore, to ensure I bear many children, I imagine I won’t have just one husband. Sister Yan, you wish to turn me into a breeding instrument.”

At this point, Jiang Yan clearly no longer intended to hide the truth.

Coldly, she said, “Since you already know, it makes things simpler. You’re right. To help you bear more children, I will first find you five Dao partners, who will take turns sharing your bed, until you give birth.”

“Of course, if you obey, the Jiang family won’t treat you poorly. In the future, you may not reach the Divine Transformation stage, but at least you’ll attain Nascent Soul. Not just you—we’ll also look after your family.”

“But if you refuse, your family will die. And Chu Feng—he’ll die as well.”

Shen Qianxue declared with unwavering resolve, “If anything happens to my family or my husband, what the Jiang family will gain is not myself, but a cold corpse.”

“I mean what I say.”

Shen Qianxue.

According to Chu Feng’s system display, in a thousand years, she would rise to the Divine Transformation stage even in a small place like the Supreme Dao Sect, and become its sect master—not a mere flower in the crowd.

Yielding to threats only invites further misery; the only victim is yourself.

If you stand firm, others are less likely to target you.

Jiang Yan, rather than angered by Shen Qianxue’s words, broke into laughter.

“What a pity you’re not of the Jiang family—otherwise, you would surely become a pillar of our clan. Qianxue, don’t force me. I can still talk to you civilly now, but if you truly refuse, the Jiang family has ways to deal with you—for example, turning you into a puppet, a creature bred only for bearing children.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Shen Qianxue’s face turned deathly pale.

Jiang Yan snorted, “Watch me.”

Of course, Jiang Yan left something unsaid: if Shen Qianxue were turned into a puppet, the children she bore would likely be affected, making this only a last resort.

“As for now, since you’re always reluctant to part with Chu Feng, I’ll let him personally divorce you.”